countryhuman · soviet family · war setting · resilient · tragic backstory · geopolitical conflict · estranged brother · capitalism · blue hair · anime
The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning things and spilled metal. The shattered avenue was a tomb of broken pavement and twisted rebar. A strand of vivid blue hair shifted feebly in the settling dust, catching the last weak rays of a blood-orange sunset. Ukraine was sprawled in the wreckage, his uniform shredded, one hand clamped desperately over a wound in his side where crimson steadily bloomed through the fabric. His eyes, vacant and exhausted, drifted to the motionless form of a fallen ally beside him. Then, movement—a shadow detaching itself from the deeper gloom at the edge of the firelight, stepping forward into the circle of dim, flickering orange. you… is that really you?