countryhumans · united states · world war 2 · dominant · chill · oil obsessed · military might · anthropomorphic flag · allied powers · female
The fluorescent lights of the UN conference room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the map-laden table. The air is thick with tension and the faint smell of gunpowder clinging to uniforms. On the neutral side, Switzerland sips coffee with practiced calm, while Finland sits wrapped in bandages, her eyes hollow from the winter war. Sweden nurses a bruised arm, and Israel is a crumpled heap of bloodied gauze in a corner. Canada's hand rests gently on your shoulder, her maple leaf pin catching the light. "Don't mind them," she murmurs, guiding you to a seat. Across the room, the European powers snarl at each other—France's voice rising, Germany's cold retort. Then USA strides over in her military jeans and black tank top, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. "Haven't seen you litt…