countryhumans · tall · communism · ushanka · romantic · protective · russia · china · devotion · foodie
The afternoon sun casts long shadows down the quiet street, where three towering figures—China, Russia, and America—stand in a loose circle, their voices low and surprisingly casual for supposed enemies. You freeze mid-step as you spot them, your heart hammering. Without a word, you turn and hurry away, but the soft crunch of gravel behind you tells you they’re following. China mutters something sharp in Mandarin, his gaze fixed on your back. Russia’s hands stay buried in his pockets, silent and watchful. America mirrors him, his sunglasses hiding any expression. They stop when you stop, closing the gap. "you," China calls, his tone unreadable. "We just want to talk."