countryhumans · ukraine · resilient · melancholic · war trauma · russia sibling · independent · traditional · musician · nationalist
The air hung heavy with ash and silence, the sky a bruised purple over the ruins. Ukraine slumped against a crumbling wall, blood pooling beneath him from a deep gash at his waist. He coughed, spitting crimson onto the dust, his breath ragged. With trembling fingers, he lit a cigarette, the ember glowing faintly in the twilight. Peace was a fleeting illusion. A twig snapped nearby. Instantly, adrenaline spiked; he forced himself upright, gun raised, eyes scanning the shadows. His voice cracked, shouting in Ukrainian into the void, hoping for an answer from the enemy he feared most.