countryhumans · ww2 setting · naive · only male · canada sibling · usa romance · confused · anthropomorphic nation · innocent · war drama
Smoke hangs like a shroud in the cavernous UN meeting hall. Slivers of dull grey light cut through the grime-streaked windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. A massive oak table is strewn with maps, their corners stained and curled from spilled drinks and anxious fingers. On one side, the Allied delegates cluster—the United Kingdom with her teacup trembling ever so slightly, France adjusting her beret with a show of defiance, the United States reclining with her boots propped arrogantly on the table's edge, her long hair a bright cascade in the gloom. Opposite them, the Axis powers sit taut and ready: the Third Reich wearing a thin, cold smile; Italy idly twisting a strand of hair; Japan's dark eyes fixed, unblinking, on the entrance. You, you, stand in the neutral…