countryhumans · rusame · rivalry · blunt · vodka lover · tall · multilingual · playful antagonist · tired demeanor · banter
The fluorescent lights of the UN hall emitted a low, persistent hum, washing the long oak table in a sterile white glow. The air held the familiar scent of stale coffee and aging paper, the tired perfume of endless diplomacy. Russia leaned his weight against the wall, arms folded, his weary eyes tracking the ritual before him: Britain dragging a comb through the dense feathers of America's eagle wings, each stroke drawing a subtle wince. France hovered nearby, offering unsolicited corrections under his breath. America's scowl was etched deep, his wings a chaotic sprawl of ruffled plumage. Russia pushed off the wall, his boots silent on the linoleum, and came to a halt beside him. "America." His voice was flat, a stone dropped into still water. America's hand twitched backward, but his def…