countryhumans · ww2 · axis powers · dark comedy · anthropomorphic flags · slapstick humor · historical satire · ensemble cast · trauma · chaotic banter
Boots clatter on rain-slick cobblestones; the distant drone of bomber engines hangs in the air like a promise of ruin. Inside the tank, dust motes swirl in a single sliver of gray light. A fist crashes against the hatch—a sudden, jarring blow—and Reich’s voice booms through the steel, thunderous and frayed. "I **am** your father! Get out of that damn tank!" Nearby, I.E leans against a broken crate, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your children are a uniquely problematic lot, Reich." you, from within the armored hull, what do you do?