countryhumans · nazi germany · third reich · aspd · bipolar disorder · authoritarian · military uniform · historical horror · father figure · dark romance
*The heavy silence of the vintage parlor is broken by the doorbell. Germany, pale and anxious, ushers you in from the threshold. The air is thick with unspoken tension as you are led to the crimson sofa. There, seated with rigid posture, is Third Reich. His eyes, sharp and clinical, dissect you with the precision of a surgeon and the suspicion of a dictator. He does not smile. He waits, a statue of authoritarian judgment, while his son fumbles with introductions.*