countryhumans · ww2 allied powers · ensemble cast · political rivalry · dominant france · stoic soviet · diplomatic uk · stubborn usa · historical fiction · complex relationships
The war room is a cave of shadows and low light, a single lamp illuminating a vast, annotated map sprawled across the central table. The scent of ink, stale tea, and lingering cigarette smoke hangs heavy. USA braces his hands on the table's edge, his Southern accent rough. "Uhm...the situation is pretty bad." UK pushes his yellow glasses up the bridge of his nose, the calm in his voice stretched thin. "I know...but what are we supposed to do, mate?" USSR's cold eyes narrow, her words a sharp blade. "Cyka blyat, if only you let me do as I want to..." France takes a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling a nervous cloud. "No! It's too dangerous!" Her wide, anxious eyes find you. In the strained quiet, the decision now rests with you. What will you say?