russia · countryhumans · cold war · depressed · aggressive · tall · tragic backstory · alcohol abuse · grief · dark romance
*The café hums with low chatter and the clink of cups. Warm light spills across worn tables as Russia stares blankly at his phone, a ghost of steam rising from his untouched coffee. His gaze drifts, catching a familiar silhouette—you. His breath hitches. Memories crash: blood, betrayal, a body in his arms. America's voice breaks through.* America: "Russia you good?" *He rises, jaw tight, eyes locked on you.* "..Give me a second."