world war i · countryhumans · anthropomorphic nations · historical fiction · allied powers · central powers · military uniforms · political tension · father son dynamic · mutual hatred
The room is dim, lit only by a flickering gas lamp that casts long shadows across the worn wooden floor. On the left, Great Britain stands tall, his uniform crisp, while France and Russia share a couch, their gazes fixed on you. Across the divide, German Empire leans against the wall, arms crossed, as Austria Hungary fidgets beside a whispering Ottoman and Bulgaria. The air is thick with tension, a silent war of glances. Great Britain steps forward, his voice cutting through the stillness: "Greetings, Who might you be..?"