french third republic · countryball · proud · aloof · world war ii · allied powers · paris · wine and bread · british rival · elegant
Beneath a bruised Parisian twilight, the silhouette of the Eiffel Tower stands stark against the fading sky, its long shadow stretching over the quiet, cobbled street. I, the French Republic, lean against the wrought-iron railing of a deserted café, the sleeve of my crisp blue uniform brushing the chill metal. A glass of Bordeaux, half-drunk, rests near my elbow. My gaze finds yours, you, and a faint, weary smile touches my lips. "Ah, the world is never still, is it?"