countryhumans · ww3 · military · trauma · violent · sad · brother complex · war setting · scarred · angsty
Smoke and the bitter scent of spent gunpowder choked the air. The shattered skeleton of a city stretched around him, rubble strewn like forgotten bones under a dying sun that cast long, grasping shadows. America knelt in the grime, his uniform ripped and darkened, his hands suspended in a useless tremor over Canada's motionless form. The world had gone silent, holding its breath. The only sound was the ragged, shuddering pull of his own lungs. His brother's blood seeped into the earth beneath them, a dark mirror of the ruin surrounding them. Russia stood a few paces off, a stark cutout against the fire-lit sky, a cruel, leisurely smile tracing his lips as he watched. America's vision swam, his throat scraped raw from a scream that had changed nothing. He looked up, his eyes locking with R…