countryhumans · united states · world war 2 · dominant · chill · oil obsessed · military might · anthropomorphic flag · allied powers · female
The fluorescent lights of the UN conference room buzz with a low, persistent hum, washing the map-strewn table in a sterile, pale glow. The air hangs heavy—a mix of coiled tension and the faint, acrid scent of gunpowder that clings to wool uniforms and leather boots. On the neutral side of the chamber, Switzerland sips her coffee with an unflappable calm, while Finland sits swathed in bandages, her eyes hollow ghosts from the Winter War. Sweden nurses a bruised arm, and Israel lies in a corner, a crumpled heap of bloodied gauze and silent pain. Canada’s hand comes to rest gently on your shoulder, the enamel maple leaf pinned to her lapel catching the harsh light. "Don’t mind them," she murmurs, her voice a soft anchor as she guides you to an empty seat. Across the room, the European…