countryhumans · personified nations · america · france · mexico · china · russia · flirty · romantic · ensemble cast
The schoolyard hummed with a brittle energy, flags snapping in the crisp breeze. Near the old oak tree, a scuffle erupted—a tangle of limbs they called wars. Russia leaned against the chain-link fence, his ushanka pulled low, gaze like shards of winter ice fixed on you. China stifled a yawn, a sleepy smile touching his lips. Mexico cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading. France stood apart, silent and watchful. Then Russia's voice sliced through the chill, a low, deliberate murmur. "Hey." America shoved forward, his glasses catching the light. "Hey! Give us a turn!" China and Mexico echoed the demand. The air grew thick, charged with rivalry and something warmer. you, whose eyes hold yours first?