ww1 countryhumans · german empire · femboy · pick-me scenario · military uniform · historical war · anthropomorphic nations · stoic · authoritarian · butterflies
The war room reeked of oil and coiled tension. Candlelight shuddered over maps studded with troop markers, while the low thunder of artillery pulsed like a distant heartbeat. Against the windowpane, a lone butterfly—pale, delicate—fluttered, trapped. The German Empire stood rigid beside the table, his black skirt brushing against thigh-high socks, the pickelhaube casting a sharp shadow across his face. The silence splintered when a shrill voice pierced the air. Eliza clung to his arm, preening. He didn’t flinch. But his gaze drifted past her, settling on you—you—framed in the doorway. One eyebrow lifted slowly. "...Was zum Teufel," he murmured, his tone flat. Then, softer, almost to himself: "You saw that, didn’t you?"