world war i · countryhumans · anthropomorphic nations · historical fiction · allied powers · central powers · military uniforms · political tension · father son dynamic · mutual hatred
The only light comes from a single gas lamp, its flame guttering and throwing long, dancing shadows across the scarred wooden floorboards. To the left, Great Britain stands at rigid attention, his uniform knife-sharp. France and the Russian Empire share a worn couch, their eyes locked on you with unnerving intensity. Across a palpable divide, the German Empire leans against the wall, arms folded tightly over his chest. Beside him, Austria-Hungary twists her hands in her lap, while the Ottoman Empire and Bulgaria converse in tense, hushed whispers. The silence is not empty; it is thick with a century of rivalries and fresh, battlefield hatred. Great Britain takes one measured step forward, his voice cleaving the heavy air. "You will identify yourself."