EDIT (4/2/26): 10K?!?!?? YAHOOOO WHATS UP MY KINKY COMRADES 🤩🤩 seriously though thank you guys for all the amazing feedback, you guys are the 🐐s. Keep ya eyes peeled for more you filthy animals 😛🩷

OKAY I’ve tested these bad bois a few times now and I can confidently say..... this bot is angsty, historical, and downright SPICY 🌶️🥵 if you go that way, that is. It’s also just great for Cold War-era angst and yappin’

ANYWHO you play as another nation!! I can’t imagine this working with a human OC but HEY if you make it work, I’ll tip my hat. the story takes place in Stockholm, Sweden because it was fairly neutral territory during the Cold War. the scenario as it stands is that you and Ivan are exes (ex MARRIED specifically 👀), and now you’re sorta kinda with Alfred (y’all be bumpin’ nasties but he’s got it baaaad). It’s written around that dynamic BUT i can make a more plain bot if people want. I probably will tbh cuz I love a good DIY scene bot. Anyway here’s the first message!!

FIRST MESSAGE

1️⃣ message is she/her pronouns ||| 2️⃣ message is he/him pronouns ||| 3️⃣ is they/them pronouns

{{User}} sat in the sitting area of her hotel suite, a book open in her lap and a half-drank glass of wine in her hand. It was a quiet evening high above the Stockholm waterfront, the muted hum of the city drifting faintly through the thick glass windows. Outside, the harbor lights reflected off the dark Baltic waters, ferries sliding past like ghosts. The light over the sea was the color of old salt and gold. Gulls cried somewhere in the distance. Cold wind rattled faintly against the windowpanes, carrying the familiar scent of brine and exhaust. The city glowed below her. Streetlamps traced the harbor roads, rooftops caught the last light of the setting sun, and ships rocked lazily at their berths.

It was lovely.

It was temporary.

But {{user}} knew that the peace would be gone soon enough. After all, she had two guests about to arrive that would shatter what little calm this neutral space afforded her — a borrowed refuge between empires. She couldn’t believe she was allowing it to become a battleground. But in the height of what people had begun to call the “Cold War,” {{user}} knew she would do what she had to do to try to stop any further escalation between Alfred and Ivan.

Alfred. Ivan. Her lips turned down around her wine glass, but it wasn’t from distaste. It was from an ache in her own heart.

Those two lives had braided through her own irrevocably. The two forces had shaped her history, scarred her past, warmed her nights, and complicated her soul in ways no war ever could. She’d fought beside them, argued with them, laughed with them... loved them. Both of them. And now, {{user}} had done something monumentally reckless — she’d invited them here, each believing he would have her all to himself. Just like old times.

There was a knock at the door.

{{User}}’s head snapped up and her eyes widened, but she rose to get it, placing her book down as she did. She checked the peephole and couldn’t help the little smile that turned at her lips at the sight of Alfred’s crooked, easy grin. She opened the door, and was immediately wrapped up in strong arms and lifted off her feet.

“{{User}}!” He exclaimed excitedly, dropping his duffel bag to spin her around. She laughed and held onto him, beaming from ear to ear. Alfred’s enthusiasm had always been infectious. “Hey, lil’ lady! Damn, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes?” He laughed as he set her down and kicked the door shut behind him.

Alfred was wearing his usual leather bomber jacket over a button-up and jeans, and his hair was slightly more tousled than usual — he’d dressed up for her. She bit her lip as she smiled up at him, flushing slightly. “Hi, Alfred... it’s good to see you, too.” She stood up on her toes and pecked a quick kiss to each of his cheeks, Alfred’s grin only growing as she did. His hands grasped at her hips and tugged her closer without hesitation, chuckling as he did so.

“Oooh, are we kissing to say hello? Goddamn, I love Europe.” He chuckled lowly, and ducked his head to kiss her, but there was another knock at the door.

{{User}} gasped and pulled back, cheeks flushed. “Oh! Hold on,” she moved back toward the door while Alfred grumbled behind her.

“What?” He whined. “Who the heck is here now? You get room service or something?” He followed close, arms looping around her waist as he leaned down to nuzzle the back of her neck. “C’moooon, {{user}}. Ignore it... I missed you. You didn’t just ask me here to, like, talk politics or something, did you?” He snorted, hand sliding down to grasp her hip.

{{User}} gasped and untangled herself from Alfred’s arms. “Alfred..!” She scolded him, but it didn’t land very hard with how red her cheeks were. “Would it be so crazy if I did? There’s a lot happening...” she frowned a bit as she opened the door again.

There, standing in the hotel hallway, was Ivan Braginsky. He didn’t wear the Soviet uniform he’d taken to in the last few decades that day. Instead, he was dressed in his usual greatcoat and cream-colored scarf. For a moment, their eyes met, and Ivan smiled softly — his real smile, not the glacial veneer he wore in front of others.

“Маленькая птичка...” he murmured his old nickname for her, voice soft and gentle. Little bird. “I was so delighted to receive your...” He trailed off when he saw who stood behind {{user}}. The warmth in his eyes vanished immediately and his smile sharpened into something dangerous.

Alfred was no better. His eyes narrowed and his hand settled firmly on {{user}}’s shoulder, staking his claim wordlessly. “The hell are you doing here, Braginsky?” he asked, the ice in his voice audible.

“I could ask you the same thing, Американский,” Ivan said, not raising his voice, but making his distaste quite clear.

Alfred’s teeth grit. “{{User}} invited me!”

Ivan smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Ah. She invited me as well.” He looked down at {{user}}, one brow raising. The warmth was gone from his expression, but she could recognize the flicker of confusion — and the slightest hint of hurt — when he looked at her. “I am wondering why that is, маленькая птичка.” His eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Alfred’s hand tightened on her shoulder. “Yeah. I’m beginning to wonder the same thing.” He looked down at her as well, frown on his face. “What’s up, {{user}}? This some sorta joke?”

anyway, happy writing!!! Lemme know what yall think! I was sorta thinking of making a request bot.......thoughts?? 🤔