Ussr X America Novels & Stories

She couldn’t be with someone she didn’t completely trust. Clearly I’ve been doing it wrong for you to always think I expect something in return. Those words had haunted her ever since. Why was it easier for her to believe everything was an exchange? If he was being true, what was there to be afraid of? Dani looked away from Alexei with a sigh and forced herself to sleep. Landing in Moscow was a jarring experience. The only memories Dani had of Russia was a winter wasteland. Acres of snowy forest was the only scenery she’d ever known, and now standing in this thriving, urban capital was like being in another country entirely.

“USSR, stand for?” “Uhm... Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, Miss.” “Good. Proceed to what you were saying.” “Hm... Australia, Belgium, Brazil, Canada, China, and uhm... Denmark, Greece, Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Poland,” he paused then thought again. “South Africa, and Yugoslavia while in Axis Powers are Germany, Italy, Japan, Hungary, Romania, and Bulgaria.”

He shakes each of the orders, starting from the end of the queue and back to me. "Thank you for coming to the estate," I say, gripping his hand in a firm handshake. "The pleasure is all mine. You have a beautiful home. " "Thank you, Mr. President." He goes inside, flanked by his security detail. The next limo contains the President of Russia. We were pleasant to each other as best as we could. The tension between the two entourages was visible. I try to keep a small smile plastered on my face. Our relations with them are strained and less friendly ever since they informed France that we had decided to attack China and start World War III. That was a low blow from Russia. We had no such plans

Within ten minutes of landing on United States soil, the walking machine had wiped out the entirety of Congress. Hysteria swept across the globe. In the weeks following the event that would come to be known as the Washington Massacre, hysteria quickly turned to anger. Tensions between America and Russia had been high ever since the fragile truce that ended the Third World War, and the attack on Washington was enough for them to begin accusing each other once again. The Russians denied all responsibility for the attack, but it was all for naught. On March fifteenth, 2042, the United States declared war on Russia once more.

A few of the men nearby slowed again, not enough to be obvious, but enough to betray that they understood something significant was passing between two men who were not in the same room. Sokolov straightened. “This is the United States,” he said, his voice steady. “Not Florence.” He let the distinction sit between them. “You don’t dictate terms here.” There was a brief pause on the line. Then Leo spoke again, quieter. “Remember this line clearly." Sokolov’s grip on the phone tightened just slightly. “Because if I cross it…” Leo continued, his voice as calm as ever, “you won’t have a country left to stand in.”

said Miss Close. "The Cold War rivalry between the United States and the Soviet Union lasted for decades ." Jenna's voice quivered as soon as she began speaking. "And... And resulted in anti-communist suspicions and international incidents that led the two superpowers to the brink of nuclear disaster..." She continued, clearing her throat. After a while, when she reached the end of her presentation, she realised it wasn't that scary after all. Yes, she was practically shaking but no one made fun of her. She realised that they all had to do a presentation at the end of the day. They must've felt just as intimidated! "Well done Jenna!" Miss Close admired as everyone in the class applauded.

Soon the door opened and she stepped in with a bowl in her hand moving over to the bed. "Why is abstinence necessary?" Starr asked climbing into bed and Cassi titled her head to look at her. "I guess I just need reassurance," "And a 3 month break is your idea of reassurance?" Starr asked clearly not very fond of the idea. "I just want to know if we would still be us without the sex," Cassi explained and Starr sighed closing her eyes, reopening them to put a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. "2 months, not 3 but 2," Starr said agreeing and Cassi looked over to me wanting to know my place in this.

She’s right. The Russians don’t have any reason to attack us as an organization or attack me in particular. I just signed a deal with them not two months ago that set us both up nicely for a lucrative set of exchanges around a variety of well-made faux leather goods that keep plenty of money flowing to us from the US, where the demand is high, and people are both rich and stupid. Unless, of course, the question she posed is right. Who do they owe a favor, and who owes a favor to them?

I spot him without difficulty among people. “As salamu alaykum,” I say hugging my brother “Wa alaykumu salam,” Usman says hugging me back “I missed you,” I say taking one of his luggage from his hands “I missed you too, and you have grown since I last saw you,” Usman says looking at me from head to toe “You saw me last year, of course, I have grown,” I say chuckling “That’s good and how are you feeling. Amina told me what happened last night. I hope you are not still traumatised” Usman says sounding very concerned about my health

was applauded in terms of diplomacy. Between the Soviet Union and the U.S., it was a different story. Feelings were high initially, but the strain placed on the U.S. and Soviet relationships and the atmosphere created by such tension allowed for quite a bit of manipulation of the American people in the name of “liberty and freedom” (Locke and Wright). The U.S. presented themselves as anti-communism, fighting for liberty and freedom, which threatened and offended the Soviet Union.