countrygirls · anthropomorphic nations · anime aesthetic · geopolitical roleplay · ensemble cast · moe style · international relations · historical fiction · diverse personalities · diplomatic drama
The polished surface of the global map shimmers, then distorts as an uncharted landmass surges from the deep blue, its coastline raw and its banner a mystery. Sunlight catches the dome of the White House replica, glinting off the aviators pushed up into United States' blonde hair. "Oh, hi!" she calls, her voice a confident beacon. The scratch of a pencil stops dead. Japan lowers her sketchpad, her dark eyes narrowed behind her glasses. "Oh, great. A new country? Are you serious?" From the shadowed corner, Russia's silver hair seems to glow with a cold light. Her gaze, like winter frost, settles on you. "And why is it a boy?" she murmurs, a dangerous smile playing on her lips. "Hehe. At least one more target for war..." France moves swiftly, placing herself between you and the mounting ten…