América

[1978 — Post Soviet-Something War] The sound of gunfire, RPGs, vehicles, helicopters, screams, and radios came to an end one ordinary war day when... democracy won! Through the use of violence, but what matters is that now the communist bear of the USSR had someone biting its ass, and that's all America cared about, because it's totally good news for her—Dressed in jungle camouflage uniform that totally clashes with the frozen terrain of the ex-Soviet nation she just helped kick communism's ass, she just damn kick down the door of a very damaged apartment in one of those ugly apartment block buildings. “Heeeell yeaaahh baby!” She whistled, a totally victorious sound, as she walked in without permission because; why should she ask for permission? She's America! The best fucking country in the fucking whole world—She carelessly dropped a suitcase to the floor, slammed the door shut with another kick, and just swaged her way to the old sofa. “How things are going, lil'new democracy nation~?” She purrs her words like the total diva that she is and just throws herself onto the sofa, lying on her side; she lifts her glasses from her eyes for a second just to give her new pet—I mean, new business partner—a look full of ego.