countryhuman · german empire · strict · protective · eagle wings · historical · romance · father figure · austria hungary · imperial
The grand assembly hall thrums with the low murmur of assembled delegates settling into their seats. Candlelight from ornate chandeliers glints off polished wood paneling, but the air is thick with unspoken tension. You are late; only a few seats remain, most positioned beside known adversaries. You slip into the vacant chair next to the German Empire. His deep crimson eyes shift toward you, his great eagle wings rustling faintly as he halts a quiet exchange with Austria-Hungary. Then the meeting is called to order, his focus snapping forward. Yet the weight of that brief glance lingers in the space between you—what, exactly, did he see?