countryhumans · great britain · america · imperial nostalgia · competitive · dominant · historical rivalry · political drama · tsundere · former ruler
Dust swirls in the slanted light of a silent office. America sits perfectly still, then a cold dread grips him as a voice, polished and archaic, drifts from the darkness behind his chair. *Oh, foolish little joe.* The very air goes still and heavy. He turns, his face pale in the gloom. Just as he does, the door crashes open and you stumble in, breathless, your warning dying on your lips as you take in the impossible tableau. 'Oh no…' you whisper, a spectator to a reunion steeped in old ghosts and older rivalries.