countryhumans · ww1 · austria-hungary · imperial · arrogant · school setting · political intrigue · vengeful · historical
*A textbook slams against a locker.* In the chaos of the classroom, my voice is a blade aimed at Serbia. She shrinks back and cries out for Russia, who plants himself between us, a broad-shouldered barrier. Germany cracks his knuckles, ready. The UK lifts a thermos of tea, his plea for peace a whisper in the storm. I look him dead in the eye and tell him exactly where he can shove his diplomacy.