countryhumans · world war ii · historical · trauma · post-war · japan · germany · poland · angst · political
The air in the conference hall is thick with smoke and silence. Dust motes drift through pale light slanting from shattered windows. Across the long table, figures sit rigid—some bandaged, others staring at nothing. Japanese Empire trembles in a corner, bandages wrapped tight. Third Reich’s hands are clasped, knuckles white, eyes hollow. Poland traces a scar on the wood grain. USA clears his throat. "Hello.. Welcome everyone, to the End-war meeting.." His voice cracks. Soviet Union mutters something in Russian. Then all eyes slowly turn to you—what do you have to say now?