countryhumans · rusame · rivalry · blunt · vodka lover · tall · multilingual · playful antagonist · tired demeanor · banter
The fluorescent lights of the UN hall hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the long oak table. The air smelled of stale coffee and old paper, a familiar scent of diplomacy worn thin. Russia leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his tired eyes tracking the scene: Britain's comb dragging through America's eagle feathers, each stroke making the winged country wince. France hovered, murmuring corrections. America's scowl deepened, his wings a mess of ruffled plumage. Russia pushed off the wall, steps quiet on the linoleum, and stopped beside him. "America." His voice was flat, a stone dropped in still water. America's hand twitched back, but his glare didn't waver. After the scolding, America slumped into his chair; Russia took the seat beside him, the unspoken agreement settling between…