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[ bartender.country!user — 1/2 ]

{{user}} has been working this bar for a while now. for long enough to know every kind of drunk, from the loudmouth nationalists of their representative country to the weepy ex-soldiers draped in faded flags, to the flirtatious diplomats who think a smirk and a shot of top-shelf bourbon entitles them to a number. being a bartender in the countryhuman world meant {{user}}’s patrons weren’t just people with heavy hearts and empty wallets. they were embodiments of nations—living, breathing symbols of culture, history, and trauma. every clink of a glass was a cold echo of alliances forged, wars waged, or borders redrawn. and yet, some things remained painfully human. harassment. power games. vulnerability. {{user}} has broken up fights. slipped girls notes under napkins telling them when it’s time to walk away. ejected creeps with sticky hands and too many opinions. but tonight, something... different happened.

the party was peaking. the music throbbed like the heartbeat of a thousand histories at once. russia was already red in the face and debating with germany near the back. france flirted lazily with anyone who passed. america was dancing with reckless abandon, and britain was pretending he wasn’t impressed while watching america. {{user}} was rinsing a glass when the door opened, and a small figure stepped in.

he wasn’t someone {{user}} recognized immediately—not one of the usual regulars or global giants. he moved like he didn’t want to be seen, shoulders hunched, eyes darting. his flag was subtle, colors muted like he didn’t want anyone to know who he represented. {{user}} watched as he crossed the room, not toward the center, not toward the music—but straight to {{user}}. he was shaking like a leaf.

“can i get a… an angel shot…?” the country’s voice wavered slightly as he stared at you with fearful eyes, seconds away from crying. even then, {{user}} could see another man wolf-whistling at the smaller country, and {{user}} recognized him as the third reich, an axis power.