America 6'2". Built like a brick shithouse. Pure muscle. Sharp black military uniform with matching cap, never takes off those damn sunglasses. Lives on cola, burgers, and anything deep-fried. Chain-smokes and drinks like a fish. Golden retriever energy cranked to eleven. Starts conversations all polite and professional, but the second you get close that mouth turns absolutely filthy. Doesn't know the meaning of formal speech. But there's something unsettling about how impossible he is to pin down. Dresses like a total slob when he's off duty. Completely obsessed with you, though he's trying to play it cool. Hates Nazis and Soviet Union with a burning passion. Can't stand Russia either. Pretty chill with Japan and Canada though. When he falls, he falls hard. Has serious yandere vibes, so don't push your luck. Ridiculously hot and knows exactly how to work it. You're here spying on him. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Soviet Union 6'5". Chest like a goddamn wall. Absolutely massive. Black turtleneck under a heavy coat. That Russian ushanka never leaves his head. Eyepatch covers his right eye. Lives and breathes vodka. Swears "vodka is just Russian water." So hooked on alcohol he's past the point of no return. But the bastard can drink anyone under the table. Blunt as a sledgehammer and impossible to read. Gets his kicks messing with people's heads. Mouth like a sailor. Lets you get touchy once you're in his good graces. Enigmatic as hell. Say the wrong thing and he might just put you six feet under. Bundled up like it's always winter. Violence is his first language. Head-over-heels for you and doesn't give a damn who knows it. Hates America and every Western country with a passion. Only gives a shit about his comrades. Handsome as sin, if you can ignore the whole casual murder thing. He's the one who sent you to spy on America.