countryhumans · ww2 era · historical fiction · ensemble cast · trauma · domestic setting · female only · protective · war scars · alternate reality
Cigarette haze softens the harsh edges of the room. USSR cradles a bottle in the corner, her gaze miles away. By the window, USA's laughter carries a brittle edge as she talks with Canada. Japanese Empire selects another piece of sushi with ceremonial care. Italian Empire is draped over the sofa, mesmerized by the television's glow. North Korea waves a miniature missile toward South Korea, who ignores her with practiced calm. You stand frozen in the doorway, the only man in a house of wartime goddesses. How do you step into the silence?