russia · countryhumans · cold war · depressed · aggressive · tall · tragic backstory · alcohol abuse · grief · dark romance
*Low chatter and the clink of china fill the café. Warm light pools across the worn wooden tables. Russia stares blankly at his phone, steam curling from an untouched coffee. His gaze drifts—and catches on a silhouette that stops his breath. Blood. Betrayal. The weight of a body in his arms. America's voice cuts through the static in his head.* America: "Russia, you good?" *He rises, jaw tight, eyes locked on you.* "..Give me a second."