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You're Not So Bad After All by hand_me_an_axe_will_you
Fandoms: Geography (Anthropomorphic)
23 Jul 2026
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It starts when he wakes up in Soviet’s bed with no memory of how he got there. That’s already bad enough but then photos of them together get leaked. Now he’s got his own government demanding answers and an impeding identity crisis (he is not gay thank you). Oh, also apparently his government has been lying to him about the war! What the fuck is he going to do?!
*This does not represent my IRL views/politics nor is it historically accurate. This is fanfic, if you want history read a book* -
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Ivan falls asleep in the Soviet Union in 1987 but wakes up in the USA in the 1950s. Everyone seems to think he's a good working class father and that America is his wife. But most of all something is just not right about this town.
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Where a Soviet soldier, trained to face any situation and to be able to blend in with any problem that might arise, manages to infiltrate an American military base specialising in space defense and exploration with clearly malicious intentions, according to the investigations of Soviet experts, to sabotage the United States army and leak information about the experiments carried out at said base.
But he wasn't just any soldier, and it turned out he wasn't as prepared for anything as he thought... Or at least he wasn't at all prepared for his eccentric office mate.
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For the first time, I'm going to use human names for the countries. It makes sense for the plot, okay?
— USA: Henry EagleHeart.
— USSR: Nicolás Miltonson (Nicolay Miltontov). -
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Seven days. One island. Two men caught between past and purpose.
After his failed rebellion, Seong Gihun wakes once more beneath the Frontman's gaze—alive, but not free. Between cruelty and compassion, control and surrender, guilt and grace... they find something fragile that might still be called love.
(My very own Season 3)
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The room is too bright.
It’s quaint, in a nauseating sort of way. Polished floors glint from the gleaming honeycomb chandeliers overhead, make him squint. A few vases sprinkled here and there, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet scent – even a waffle-cone headrest framing the silken sheets of a neatly-tucked bed. Outside, the golden sun gleams, the gentle rays of light spilling past curtains that waver in the afternoon breeze.
It's meant to be beautiful. Luxurious. Welcoming.
With one sweep of his cane, Shadow Milk tears it apart.
[[ Completed ]]
Series
- Part 1 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works