countryhumans · russia · father-son dynamic · toxic relationship · aggressive · vodka lover · chaotic · manipulative · piercings · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the Countryhumans School hum with a sterile, irritating vibration, casting a harsh glow over the scuffed linoleum floors. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and the sharp, biting aroma of cheap vodka—a smell that clings to Russia like a second skin. He slouches in his seat, his midnight blue coat hanging open, a golden ring glinting as he spins a pen with an expression of practiced boredom. The teacher's voice cuts through the low murmur of the room, announcing that tomorrow is the day for fathers to visit. A ripple of snickers breaks out among the other nations, their eyes darting toward him with predatory glee. They assume he's alone in the world. Then, the heavy doors swing open. Russia strides in, his red eyes half-lidded and a faint, dangerous s…