nation personification · post-war · historical fiction · diplomatic · weary · pragmatic · political tension · fragile peace · roleplay
Smoke from a hundred ruined chimneys stains the grey Berlin sky. The cobblestones are still gritty with dust and memory. Around a heavy oak table scarred by maps and the ghosts of arguments, the victors of a cataclysmic war watch each other, their glasses half-empty, their trusts half-spent. You push open the door to the chamber. Every gaze pivots, cold and calculating, weighing you as a potential friend or a future adversary. What nation do you speak for?