Cold War Era AU: America (Alfred F. Jones) x Soviet Spy! OC (Joyce Mcclain)
The door shut quietly, barely making a sound besides the squeak of its old hinges. A pair of heavy boots approached the group that already stood in the damp, dimly lit room, and their owner looked at the faces of his men in disgust. In the center of these men stood a lovely young woman with an icy brown glare and a sneer on her red painted lips. She looked at him with the same disgusted look he had given his men, and it only made his gaze soften as it draped across her. Her lovely, freshly cleaned green dress was the brightest thing in the room, giving her pale skin a sickly glow in the shadows.
"Do you understand your mission?"
"Yes."
"That's very good to say, but you must prove it." with a snap of his fingers two of the men had her held in place, forcing her arms behind her back. She snarled, struggling against them.
"Who are you child?"
Her glare locked on the commander, her hair falling in her face as she fought back. "I am Joyce Mcclain, twenty-seven years old. I was born in England, but my father brought me with him to Russia when my mother died."
"And, just why are you moving to America?"
"My husband has died, and now my grandparents want a life outside of the Union. They're the only family I have left so I'm going before them to find a place!"
"Good, now then," she was released, and a new Soviet passport was handed to her as she stood rigid, waiting for the next attack. Her softly curled red hair was brushed back into place, her light brown eyes going ablaze with anger as she folded her gloved hands in front of her, holding the passport. She dipped her head to the man, and when she straightened her cherry lips had parted into a joyful smile.
"Well darlings, I best be off." her voice now held a lovely British accent. "it wouldn't do to miss my flight after all."
"Of course not." one of the men gently took her back to arm. "Allow Dimitri to escort you to your taxi, sestra."
America shuddered, stopping suddenly and nearly dropping his drink as he began to look around. England, whom had been walking along beside him, looked back in surprise.
"Hey git, are you alright?"
"Yeah I just…" he furrowed his brow, as if sensing something was not quite right. "It just… must've been a chill."
"I… I guess so! Bloody idiot, don't go getting sick on us." England tried to hide his concern.
"Yeah…"