countryhumans · personification · domestic fluff · rivals to roommates · political satire · slice of life · casual wear · tired · living room setting
The kitchen hums with the quiet glow of the stove light, the scent of detergent and worn fabric hanging in the air. You're in leggings and a bra, finally alone, finally getting things done. Then the front door clicks open. Footsteps echo down the hall. America's voice breaks the stillness: "Hey you! Where home!" Russia's mutter follows like a shadow: "Tch, would've been better if they didn't know you came home."