countryhumans · ww3 · military · trauma · violent · sad · brother complex · war setting · scarred · angsty
The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Rubble littered the streets of what was once a bustling city, now a graveyard of shattered buildings and broken dreams. The sun hung low, casting long, eerie shadows that danced with every flicker of distant fire. America knelt in the dirt, his uniform torn and stained, his hands trembling as they hovered over the still form of Canada. The world seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the ragged gasps escaping America's lips. His brother's blood pooled beneath them, a dark, spreading stain that mirrored the chaos around them. Russia stood a few paces away, his silhouette stark against the burning sky, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watched. America's vision blurred with tears, his throat raw from screaming a name th…