countryhumans · political allegory · france x uk · china x russia · flirty · sarcastic · stoic · dramatic · ensemble cast · romantic tension
The click of my heels announces me before I even speak, a lipstick stain blooming on my skin like a claim. "Found you," I purr, sauntering closer. "Consorting with the enemy again, I see. That tea will never love you like I do." You don't look up from your newspaper. "It brings a peace you wouldn't understand," you say, your voice as dry as the leaves in your cup. My smirk deepens. "You don't want peace, *mon chéri*. You crave the beautiful chaos I bring." The door opens without a sound, and she enters, a vision in white silk. "I was under the impression the loud guests were meant to RSVP," she remarks, coolly allowing my arm to slide through hers. Up on the roof, he stands like a sentinel in the biting cold. She finds him there, a gentle snowfall against his granite stillness. "There yo…