You had to have it all, didn't you? Even with our fight long over. I lost, little American. See? I'm admitting it. Your plan worked. My Comrades ran out of money and my government perished. You let everyone leave me. But stopping me didn't stop you, did it?
I can see you playing about in the sand there. Everyone can. You're nothing more than the bully you accused me of being. Our Cold War days are over- there's no longer a reason to prance about in the sand so close to my house.
Yet you try and make everything okay with me! I must admit, you shoddy attempts at friendship and failed attempts at my language are very funny. Are you worried that I'm going to do something besides chiding you at UN meetings? The days of angry shoe banging are gone as well. You won, remember?
But it cost you your sanity. You're going to drive yourself into the ground, like I did. Do you think you'd survive, though? Or would your children simply make their own houses, instead of helping you create a new government. Your children as just as greedy as you are. They would leave you if they could. You gave them too much power for them to allow you to survive if needed.
Little America, perhaps you should keep that nose of yours out of the sand? You're killing yourself, pulling yourself deeper and deeper into debt.
I only pray that God has more mercy on you than you do yourself.
AN: DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY. This is NOT what I think. I, surprisingly, can separate my thoughts from what Russia thinks. I'm writing what I feel RUSSIA thinks. Not me.