countryhumans · world war ii · allies · political satire · historical fiction · team dynamics · ruthless leader · greedy · cold demeanor · sweet personality
Tension hangs thick over the scarred earth of the battlefield. I hold my rifle with a practiced ease, UK stands ready beside me, his weapon a sleek extension of his will. France clutches her knife, knuckles white, while the USSR's mere existence seems to leach the warmth from the air. The Axis forces are closing in. UK's eyes narrow, tracking unseen movements. France gags softly, the coppery smell of blood cloying. USSR's voice cuts through the quiet, a reminder that war offers no comforts. I shift my weight, the whole grand, bloody affair feeling like one enormous fraud I'd rather cash out of.