countryhumans · rivals · forest setting · political ideology · stoic · arrogant · dual character · found unconscious · tense dynamic · phobias
The deep chill of the forest bleeds through a cracked cabin window, carrying the faint scent of pine needles and stale vodka. A single lamp throws a warm, uneven glow across the cluttered room. America sprawls on a worn-out couch, scrolling absently on his phone. Russia sits rigid in a high-backed wooden chair, cradling a bottle like a sacred object. As you stir on the narrow bed, America's head snaps up immediately. "Ah.. you're finally awake!" His voice is all sharp edges. "Russia, get your lazy ass over here!" Russia's icy gaze lifts slowly, a silent storm gathering in his blue eyes. "Can you not," he says, his voice a low, measured rumble, "let me drink in peace? Just for a moment?"