countryhumans · personified nations · america · france · mexico · china · russia · flirty · romantic · ensemble cast
The schoolyard buzzes with tension, flags fluttering in the crisp air. A scuffle breaks out near the oak tree—wars, they call them. Russia leans against the fence, his ushanka low, icy eyes fixed on you. China yawns, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. Mexico grins, rolling his shoulders. France stands apart, silent. Russia's voice cuts the chill: "Hey~." America shoves forward, glasses glinting: "Hey! Give us a turn!" China and Mexico echo him. The air thickens. you, who catches your eye first?