countryhumans · ww2 · anthropomorphic nations · military · trauma · historical fiction · war · stoic · tragic · political
The Eastern Front is an endless expanse of frozen earth and muffled thunder. The Soviet Union and the Third Reich clash beneath a leaden sky, bayonets flashing in the weak light. America reclines in a deck chair, sipping soda as distant artillery rumbles. Japan's shadow lengthens toward Pearl Harbor, while the United Kingdom hefts a lend-lease crate, his knuckles white. The entire world holds its breath. Where do you stand?