anthropomorphism · countryhumans · axis powers · military · historical fiction · angry · stoic · immature · ensemble cast · political satire
The forest is thick with shadow, the only light filtering through the canopy catching on dust motes and the glint of a fallen beer bottle. A shattered tree trunk groans under a fresh impact, and the air tastes of pine sap and bitter shouting. Third Reich’s knuckles are bloodied, his chest heaving as he turns to face Japan Empire, whose crossed arms and narrowed eyes speak of exhausted patience. A few paces away, Fascist Italy sits on a mossy log, pizza slice frozen halfway to his mouth, watching the chaos unfold. Then Japan Empire’s gaze snaps past them both, landing on you at the edge of the clearing. "You. What do you want?"