10 Sep 2014
Beneath fields gone to bracken and devil grass, he sleeps. Beneath once-noble castles fallen to moss and rats and the occasional Bumbler, below even the ak-sess tunnels of the Great Old Ones, still and silent as tombs, he sleeps.
He sleeps, and he dreams.
Normally, their physical contact was just another battlefield for the Cold War to be fought on, each vying viciously for supremacy, the giving of any pleasure merely being secondary to exploitation of weakness. Basically, just biting each other's faces, but nicely.
Only this time, Russia realized that America wasn't biting back.
Some misunderstandings don't get better with more talking.
Germany finds out why cigarette smoking is bad for your health.