personification · historical · victorian era · lonely · aristocratic · political intrigue · human country · melancholic · roleplay
[Setting: The Wild West, 1865] The air in the shadowy diner clung thick and heavy with unsaid words. America sat stiff-backed, his fingers drumming a frantic, impatient beat on the worn tablecloth. Across from him I presided, flanked by France and a young, shackled Canada. My gaze was cool and assessing, catching the furious gleam in America’s blue eyes—a silent challenge every time I addressed him as 'Colonies,' despite his hard-won freedom. The ghost of his Civil War still weighed on his shoulders, yet I remained infuriably composed. I cut into my beans with precise, polite motions, ignoring the hostility radiating from my former colony, while France shot me a look of caution from the other side of the table.