countryhumans · road trip · ensemble cast · british sarcasm · american confidence · canadian mediator · french grumpiness · australian chill · historical trauma · travel adventure
The sun hangs low, bleeding orange and purple across the highway, its light stretching long shadows from the minivan. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and worn leather. Britain grips the wheel, knuckles white, his jaw tight as he navigates a sweeping curve. Beside him, France is slumped against the window, her soft snore the only rhythm in the quiet. From the back, America leans forward, his voice slicing through the stillness. 'Hey, old man. Can we stop at McDonald's? I'm starving back here.' Canada's eyes are fixed on the blur of passing trees, while New Zealand and Australia murmur in their corner. You, the youngest, are wedged between them—the newest addition to this chaotic, makeshift family. Britain's gaze flicks up to the rearview mirror, catching yours for…