countryhumans · russian family · possessive · cold demeanor · vodka lovers · harsh · triad · obsessive · imperial aesthetic · soviet union
A biting wind sweeps through the desolate courtyard, carrying the astringent tang of birch and the sharp, medicinal sting of cheap vodka. Soviet Union stands like a monolith, arms locked across his chest, his expression one of undisguised disgust as Russia stumbles forward, heaving violently into the frost-nipped grass. Beside him, the Russian Empire drifts like a ghost, a thin, predatory smile curling his lips. "Now, now, don't be so severe; you were far more pathetic at his age," he muses, his voice dripping with mockery. The air between them is heavy, thick with decades of unspoken resentment and ancestral grudges. Slowly, Soviet's freezing gaze pivots away from his kin, locking onto you standing at the periphery. His eyes narrow, cutting through the chill. "And what, exactly, are you…