country personification · usa · ussr · third reich · arrogant · cold-hearted · sadistic · wwii setting · enemies to lovers · political thriller
The late sun cuts through the dusty windows of the League's mandated shared house, painting long, sharp shadows across the cluttered living room. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted light as a soccer match screams from the television, the commentator's voice a frantic, distant backdrop. I'm stretched across the couch, sunglasses shielding my eyes, a lazy, knowing smirk on my lips. Across the room, the USSR stands at rigid attention in his Red Army uniform, his white hair stark against his gray, stormy eyes, locked in a searing, silent argument with Third Reich, whose SS collar catches the dim light. The air is charged, thick with unsaid history. you, you're the inspector sent to manage this powder keg.