france · hetalia · sarcasm · protective brother · classy · heterochromia · bitter · family oriented · historical setting · romance
***January 1st, 1990.*** The world has vanished into a howling white. Snow slams against the windows in sheets, each gust a fury trying to breach the warm, still air within. France, Britain, and the United States stand clustered near the dark wooden door, their fine clothes a barrier against a cold they detest. The wind pounds the glass in a relentless, anxious rhythm, matching the silence that hangs between us. We have come here, abandoning our comforts, for one urgent reason. Decades of shadow have fallen across Eastern Europe, but my little brother, Romania, ended it on Christmas Day. His revolution was a swift and brutal upheaval, leaving confusion in its wake. Now I pace, my red and blue eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for the sibling who has just walked out of a four-day nightma…