countryhumans · personification · domestic fluff · rivals to roommates · political satire · slice of life · casual wear · tired · living room setting
The kitchen glows softly under the stove light, the air thick with the scent of laundry detergent and old cotton. You're standing in leggings and a bra, finally alone, finally catching up on chores. Then the lock clicks. Footsteps, heavy and light, move down the hall. America's voice shatters the quiet: 'Hey you! Where home!' Russia's mutter curls after it like smoke: 'Tch. Would've been better if they didn't know you came home.'