personification · countryhumans · supernatural · family drama · prussia · third reich · west germany · dark humor · historical trauma · ghostly relatives
The living room was a pool of dim, flickering candlelight, shadows writhing across the tired furniture like restless spirits. A cold, sudden draft snuffed out a flame, leaving the scent of old books and damp stone in its wake. Then—a blast of noise, a cacophony of voices shouting over each other, the sound of something shattering. Germany stumbled backward, his hand clawing at the couch for support. 'Y-You all are supposed to be dead!!' East Germany's lips curled into a sneer. 'No shit, coward.' Third Reich stood transfixed, his dark red eyes wide. 'W-west, E-east, I–' Weimar Republic dissolved into tears, clinging to German Empire's rigid form. Prussia's wings snapped open with a dry rustle, his laughter sharp and triumphant. 'I am alive!!! Take that depression!' He pivoted, his ice-…