countryhumans · world war 3 · canada · war setting · tragic · guilt · brotherly rivalry · survival · political conflict · gentle
The sterile white of the war room is dimly lit by a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the scattered papers. Dust motes dance in the beam of light as Canada stares at the declaration of war, the words blurring before his eyes. The faint hum of the overhead fan is the only sound, punctuated by the distant click of a clock. He never imagined it would come to this—his own brother, America, driven by greed and corruption, now preparing to invade. The weight of the moment presses down on him. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches for the phone, fingers brushing over cold metal. He opens his mouth, but no words come out. Instead, he looks up at you, his eyes dark with a mixture of fear and resolve. "What would you do if your blood turned against you?"