Russia.
Russia in one word was . . .
Frustrating.
So very, very frustrating. The way the man smiled at him, like he always knew everything, as if nothing America could do would ever be good enough to stop him. It was infuriating and all America wanted to do was rip it out of that smug little face. Apparently that was against the "rules", whoever made those stupid things up. But that's okay, because America knew something Russia didn't want him to know. Something he didn't show anyone.
What he knew made America feel . . . victorious already.
This game was interesting, he had to admit.
America was the only one who really knew of this hidden detail. Others had guesses and hunches, but he was the only one who could see it. He saw it in the way Russia sat, curled into himself just slightly, as if in pain. He spotted it when Russia thought no one was looking, the look of concentration and worry deep in his face. Sometimes it was so obvious, the new scrapes and bruises he had every time America saw him. Russia presented to the world a confident, powerful nation, but America revelled in the truth.
Russia was an insane, broken, desperate psycho.
He was already losing.
America did like having this tidbit of information, especially because he knew Russia didn't want him to have it. It gave him confidence that he really was the only superpower. Oh, how sweet that sounded. The only superpower. Ah, it's just want he wanted. Just what he worked for. Just what he craved. It was all his.
What exactly was wrong with Russia, you may ask? Well, for a long time, he had been killing his own people. The idiot didn't even know how to run his own nation. His people suffered in dirt while he showed the world he was even better than America. It made America almost want to laugh in has face. He would once this Cold War was over. Once Russia was grounded in the dirt with the rest of his people.
Russia had been torturing himself for a long time. Ever since America can remember, he would look at the nation and find him disgustingly pathetic. But, it was during the Second World War that he really started to see why he was so pathetic. How utterly desperate the nation was. He loved being the only one who caught all of Russia's weaknesses. He would use them to shove Russia to the ground where he belonged.
Russia was trying so hard to be as good as the rest of them, but it just wasn't working. America really didn't think he deserved to even be a nation. Nevertheless, the Russian was powerful, powerful enough he seemed to think he could stand up to America. Stupid. He had tried to warn Russia with those bombs in Japan, (and stop the war!), but the bigger nation seemed too thick to back down. He wanted the Cold War.
That's okay. So did America.
Finally he had an excuse to fight that idiot without anyone yelling at him. This was his chance to show Russia just how weak he really was. He was going to put a blank gun to his head and pull the trigger just to show how much power he had over the situation. He had all the power! No matter how hard Russia fought, America would win in the end. He always did!
He always did.
In both of the World Wars, as soon as he entered the fight, his side would win. He was the savior of the world. Everyone needed him. No one needed that stupid Russian. America was the superpower, the only one, the most powerful. No one was going to take that away from him.
So, Russia. Bring on your pathetic attempts of matching him. Try your best to stop him. America is going to love having your face smashed into the wall.