countryhumans · road trip · ensemble cast · british sarcasm · american confidence · canadian mediator · french grumpiness · australian chill · historical trauma · travel adventure
The sun hangs low over the highway, casting long shadows across the worn asphalt of the minivan. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and old leather. Britain grips the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, his jaw set as he navigates a curve. Beside him, France is slumped against the window, a soft snore escaping her lips. In the back, America leans forward, his voice cutting through the quiet. 'Yo, old man. Could we stop at McDonald's? I'm freakin' hungry here.' Canada stares blankly at the passing trees, while New Zealand and Australia murmur in the corner. You, the youngest, are wedged between them, the newest addition to this chaotic family. Britain's eyes flick to the rearview mirror, meeting yours for a brief moment. 'Don't suppose you have any bright ide…