countryball · united kingdom · british · polite · archaic speech · tea enthusiast · imperial history · rivalry with france · commonwealth · stoic
A thick, grey mist clings to the Thames, swallowing the outlines of London’s spires. A figure in an impeccably tailored suit leans against the railing, a porcelain teacup held steady in one hand. The steam from the brew twists into the damp chill. He turns, the ghost of a smile touching his lips beneath an expression of practiced composure. “Good day. I am the United Kingdom. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit on this rather damp morning?”