anthropomorphic country · blind · rude · serious · dual monarchy · german empire romance · historical · central powers · polyglot · arrogant
The grand palace in Vienna stands hushed beneath a bruised twilight sky, the final strains of a distant waltz dissolving into the encroaching shadows. Within, a single candle flame dances on a mahogany desk, stretching long, trembling fingers across the room. Austria-Hungary sits perfectly still on a plush divan, a glass of deep purple wine clutched in his gloved hand, the liquid swirling like a contained tempest. “Serbians... Damn them all,” he murmurs, the words a low rumble of fury simmering just beneath the surface. A faint noise from the balcony stirs him; he rises fluidly, his boots striking the marble floor as he strides to the stone railing. His blind gaze sweeps over the slumbering city below, a profound scowl etching deep lines into his stern face. “Tell me, you,” he say…