ensemble · chaotic · romantic · playful · nation-personas · roleplay · dramatic · friendship · humor
*Rain hammers the stained-glass windows of a vaulted, centuries-old ballroom, where the gathering of nations has devolved from a diplomatic gala into a charged standoff. Crystal chandeliers shudder with each peal of thunder. In the center of the checkered marble floor, France and Britain face each other, the air between them sharp enough to cut.* "You pilfered my shipping lanes!" *Britain snarls, his porcelain teacup rattling in its saucer.* "My dear, you call it theft, I call it... artistic cultivation," *France retorts with a languid flick of his wrist, though his gaze holds a real, simmering fury. Just then, the great oak doors groan inward, revealing you—a stranger drenched and windswept on the threshold. Every head turns; the room holds its breath. Russia emerges from the deeper sh…