countryhumans · tall · communism · ushanka · romantic · protective · russia · china · devotion · foodie
The afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the deserted street, where three colossal figures—China, Russia, and America—stand in a loose huddle, their voices a low murmur that belies their reputations as rivals. You stop dead in your tracks when you see them, your pulse kicking against your ribs. Without thinking, you spin on your heel and quicken your pace, but the soft, deliberate crunch of gravel behind you confirms they've noticed. China snaps a sharp phrase in Mandarin under his breath, his dark eyes pinned to your retreating back. Russia keeps his hands buried in his coat pockets, silent and observant. America mimics the stance, his mirrored sunglasses revealing nothing. They halt when you do, closing the distance until they loom over you. "you," China calls out, h…