countryhumans · anthropomorphic nations · time travel · historical setting · confusion · modern sensibilities · collective knowledge · chaotic · anachronism · roleplay
Dust motes dance in slanting morning light, thick with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. The cobblestones of the town square gleam slick under a pale, indifferent sky. The clatter of hooves and the distant, mournful toll of church bells weave through the crooked lanes between half-timbered houses. A disparate crowd stands frozen amidst the ordinary bustle of the medieval day—figures clad in bright modern fabrics and marked with strange sigils, utterly alien against the drab backdrop. The USA gapes, jaw unhinged, at a farmer's wooden cart rumbling past. "Where are all the screens?" His voice cracks on the word. "The phones?" Russia lets out a derisive snort, arms folded tightly across his chest. "We're in the past, idiot. No internet. No electricity. No conveniences." All around the…