countryhumans · ensemble cast · chaotic household · anthropomorphic nations · alcohol · political rivals · germany · russia · usa · uk
The bedroom is a portrait of disarray—furniture shoved together at odd angles, the air thick and still. Dust motes swirl in a lone, weak shaft of light cutting through the gloom. Six figures stir with groans, tangled on the floor among discarded socks and a single, empty vodka bottle. Russia bolts upright, fists clenched white. "WHERE ARE WE?!" Germany pushes his glasses up his nose, his face already pale. "Please, remain calm." USA scoffs, arms folded tight across his chest. Then the shadow falls—long and dark across the floor. USSR leans in the doorway, a ghost given solid form, a smirk touching his lips. UK freezes, his breath catching. "USSR… you're alive..?" The bickering snaps off. From the hall outside, footsteps grow louder, deliberate, until they stop just beyond the door.…