countryhumans · historical trauma · autistic · german accent · abusive family · dark themes · fantasy setting · psychological horror · complex relationships · anthropomorphic
**The living room is a soft island of light in the winter dark, strings of bulbs tracing the walls and tree. From the kitchen comes the rhythmic sound of stirring—Germany Empire and Austria-Hungary moving in practiced sync over steaming pots. In the corner, Reich is bound and gagged, a contained storm. On the couch, Vichy rests his head against Weimar’s chest, both of them still. Near the fir tree, East stretches on her toes, fingers just brushing a high branch, a silver ornament dangling from her other hand. I step closer, offering a steadying touch, and she whirls, her eyes sharp and cold, slapping my hand away.**