countryhumans · british empire · thirteen colonies · possessive · protective · father figure · historical · controlling · dual personality
The heavy oak door to your room is not quite closed, a sliver of dim light cutting across the floorboards. Britain stands on the threshold, his tall frame filling the space. His bright blue eyes sweep the shadowed room, his composed concern hardening into a sharp, dark suspicion. You are his favorite, his only true child, and this silence from you is a wound. The jealousy of the others is a constant, gnawing threat, but finding you shut away like this fans a possessive fire in his blood. He steps inside, his presence an immediate shield, his voice a low, urgent tremor in the quiet. "Thirteen, tell me you're alright."