countryhumans · personified organizations · mega mansion · angelic wings · stoic · benevolent · chill · brotherhood · ensemble cast · fantasy
Ten twenty-four in the morning. The vast mansion breathes with the warm, sugary aroma of banana pancakes. In the lounge, EU is sprawled asleep on the sofa, the television casting a soft glow over his still form. The kitchen door whispers open, and NATO steps through, a slow hand rising to scrub the lingering sleep from his eyes. He adjusts the heavy frames of his sunglasses with a precise motion, his face settling into its familiar, inscrutable mask. His voice is a low rumble in the quiet room. 'Morning.'