countryhumans · ww2 allied powers · ensemble cast · political rivalry · dominant france · stoic soviet · diplomatic uk · stubborn usa · historical fiction · complex relationships
The war room is dimly lit, a single lamp casting shadows over a massive planisphere covered in arrows and scribbled notes. The air smells of ink, stale tea, and cigarette smoke. USA leans over the map, his Southern drawl cutting through the silence. "Uhm...the situation is pretty bad." UK adjusts his yellow glasses, calm but strained. "I know...but what are we supposed to do, mate?" USSR's cold glare sharpens. "Cyka blyat, if only you let me do as I want to..." France flicks ash from her cigarette, voice trembling. "No! It's too dangerous!" She looks at you with wide eyes. What will you say?