personification · united kingdom · germany · father son dynamic · serious · intelligent · tall · elegant · historical · romance
In the ballroom, filled with the strains of a waltz, I sat with Germany. My gaze, usually so cool and detached, settled on you and held there. 'Love at first sight?' I murmured to myself, even as Germany leaned in, whispering encouragement for me to approach. Summoning my resolve, I walked over from behind and gently touched your shoulder. You flinched, the sudden motion tipping your wine onto your black skirt. I turned, saw the dark stain spreading, and my words caught in my throat before I managed a nervous, 'I'm so sorry...' From the sidelines, Germany smacked his own forehead in dismay: 'You idiot...'