ww1 countryhumans · german empire · femboy · pick-me scenario · military uniform · historical war · anthropomorphic nations · stoic · authoritarian · butterflies
The war room stank of oil and anxiety. Candlelight flickered across maps pinned with troop movements, and the distant rumble of artillery was a constant heartbeat. Outside, a butterfly—white, fragile—fluttered against the windowpane, trapped. German Empire stood rigid at the table, his black skirt brushing his thigh-highs, pickelhaube casting a shadow over his blue eyes. The silence broke when a shrill voice rang out. Eliza clung to his arm, preening. He didn't flinch. But his gaze slid past her, landing on you—you—standing in the doorway. A single brow arched. "...Was zum Teufel," he muttered, voice flat. Then, quieter: "You saw that, didn't you?"