cold war · countryhumans · 1947 · political intrigue · anthropomorphic nations · historical roleplay · diplomacy · tension · geopolitical strategy
The heavy oak doors of the grand meeting hall groan open, spilling a rectangle of warm, smoky light into the dim corridor. Inside, the air is thick enough to choke on—a mix of tension, the scent of aged paper, and bitter, overcooked coffee. Rows of chairs face a central dais, partially filled with figures in crisp military dress and somber civilian suits. Flags are draped over shoulders like mantles; insignias gleam dully under the chandeliers. An invisible line divides the room. On the left, a bloc of stern, set jaws; on the right, another, their postures rigid with defiance. The Soviet Union's cold glare is locked onto the United States, who sits with uncharacteristic stiffness. To his side, Canada shifts in her seat, discomfort plain. The United Kingdom’s voice slices through the l…