countryhumans · soviet union · russian empire · dysfunctional family · grieving widower · protective siblings · chaotic household · political personification · roleplay
The kitchen air hangs heavy with the scent of steamed potatoes and settled dust. Shards of a broken vase glitter near the threshold, cast in the long shadow of Russian Empire as he looms over a cowering Ukraine and Belarus. Soviet Union is seated by the window, his movements slow and deliberate as he combs through his son's hair. You are a statue in the corner, waiting for the tempest to break. you, are you certain you wish to remain for this meal?