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weirdestbooks · 3 months ago

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The Murder of a Kingdom (Wattpad | Ao3)

TW: Blood and Murder. It's kinda graphic. For @jmysty4

When Norddmandi asked to meet with him, Gwynedd was skeptical. Norddmandi, the conqueror of Lloegr and the murderer of the Kingdoms of Iwerddon, was well known in the Ynysoedd Prydain for her being ruthless and cruel, someone who cared only for her own wants and desires.

Gwynedd believed it. He had spoken with her many times before, and it was always unpleasant.

Unfortunately, Gwynedd was a countryhuman, and therefore, he had to meet with other countryhumans when they asked. However, he didn’t trust Norddmandi not to stab him in the back, so Gwynedd picked a small stone hut he owned as a meeting place, where Norddmandi wouldn’t try any funny business with his rulers.

He tried to be professional when Norddmandi arrived to talk with him.

“I have heard about this new principality you are trying to make?” she asked. Gwynedd sighed.

“Norddmandi, you have been informed of these plans because they will put us in a similar position to what Alban is now. Why do you need to check this?” Gwynedd asked, suspicious of her intentions.

“I just want to talk about what you plan to do after. Are you going to live with me and Engleterre?” Norddmandi asked. Gwynedd really hates talking with this woman.

“No, I will stay in my own home but visit once or twice a year,” he explained, uneasy. Something about the way Norddmandi was holding herself set off over seven hundred years of hard-won instincts within Gwynedd’s brain.

Even though he suspected it before, he was sure now that Norddmandi was up to something.

“How nice. And what about Engleterre? What are your plans for him?” Norddmandi asked. Gwynedd snorted.

“I’m not becoming a principality to try and control Lloegr. Relax. If anything, I will simply rekindle our former friendship to ensure peaceful relations,” Gwynedd explained, tensing as Norddmandi’s eyes narrowed.

“Meaning?” she asked. Gwynedd shrugged, trying his best to look nonchalant, even as his fire built up in his throat, making it hard to breathe normally.

“I just want to be friends. After all, I have known him for longer than you, and I am much older than you both. I have plenty of wisdom and advice to pass down, and I would be happy to do so. I remember years ago when Lloegr would come over to my capital, and we discussed trade and then would get off topic, and I would tell him stories of the kingdoms before him—the ones I knew in any case, and then, especially when he was younger, I would help him with his flight.” Gwynedd explained, smiling as he remembered the many weeks spent teaching Lloegr to fly. It was the reason for his first official visit to Winchester, as Lloegr’s government wanted him to know how, and Lloegr certainly took to it like a duck to water.

What Norddmandi did to his wings was unforgivable. Gwynedd couldn’t imagine the kind of torture going through losing them and then having to be without them was. He shuddered at the very thought of it.

“So you’re the one who instilled that in him,” Norddmandi said, something calculating in her eye. Gwynedd shrugged.

“I was simply the closest dragon countryhuman nearby to help,” Gwynedd said. Norddmandi nodded before smiling

“Thank you, Gwynedd. You have made this choice much easier.”

Norddmandi suddenly lept at him, teeth bared. The noise that escaped Gwynedd at that moment was far from human, but one that showed his surprise. Norddmandi knocked him to the ground, stunning him as her claws ripped at his chest, cutting part of his clothes and flesh into bloody ribbons as his teeth snapped at his throat.

Growling, Gwynedd did his best to hold her head away from his neck, wishing at that moment that he had been blessed with claws like so many other nations with lion or dragon features. But, unlike Norddmandi, he was fireproof, and he let that flame that had been building in his throat free, burning Norddmandi’s face as she screamed, falling off him.

Gwynedd was quick to regain his footing, not wanting to lose the advantage as he moved towards Norddmandi, whose hands were covering the left side of her face, brutally burned.

“You have one chance to leave my lands and never return, or I will kill you. I suggest you take the offer. After all, you have a son to get back to, don’t you? Then again, you aren’t really his mother, so I think he would be okay if I were to strike you down now.” Gwynedd snarled, growling as fire dripped past his lips. His chest ached, and he hadn’t wanted to look at the damage, but he already knew it was going to scar.

Norddmandi’s head shot back up, madness and rage in her eyes as she returned Gwynedd’s challenge with an inhumane snarl of her own. It was clear to Gwynedd that this was not a battle that would be fought like men, but rather tooth and nail and claw until one of them was dead on the floor.

Gwynedd refused to let it be him. He had to kill her, to put a stop to the murderous rampage she had cut across their isles, to get revenge for all those who were dead because of her. And for the little dragon he had once known, the dragon that was so twisted from the boy he once knew. The little boy Norddmandi twisted into her slave and son.

With a loud noise of anger, Norddmandi lept at Gwynedd again, claws dripping with his blood. Knowing this was a fight for his very life, Gwynedd did not pay attention to the furniture and trappings in the room, willing to destroy however much of it was needed to defeat his foe.

Catching Norddmandi and throwing her to the side, ignoring how her claws ripped across his arms, tearing through skin and flesh, he was quick to let the flames that were eagerly building in his throw and mouth free as they danced around his face. It was risky and he usually would never do this, not eager to lose his hair or his clothes, but sacrifices needed to be made in favor of keeping his life.

Unfortunately, even though he had gotten Norddmandi in the face, only half of it was burnt, and he was bleeding from several wounds. He needed to end this. Now.

Norddmandi lept at him again, and this time, Gwynedd grabbed her right arm between his fangs, biting down as hard as he could, pumping flames into her arm, hearing bone crack and flesh sizzle as Norddmandi clawed at his face and neck over and over again, until the pain from the savage attack forced Gwynedd to let go.

He was bleeding heavily and was lightheaded from the blood loss. His breath was wheezing and came out in short bursts through the abuse that Gwynedd had received as he put a hand to his neck to try and cover the wounds, all out of fire.

The only thing filling his throat now was blood, which Gwynedd was quick to spit out. He always hated the taste of blood.

Norddmandi was on the ground, writhing in pain, her right arm nearly detached from her body at the elbow, where Gwynedd had bitten down. It was an excellent match to the ugly burn scars that wept from the right side of her face.

“Go…home…” Gwynedd gasped out, “I can…get you…a physician. To ensure…you survive if you….wish to travel by land.”

Norddmandi glared up at him, hatred in her remaining eye.

“Never,” she snarled, and in his injured state, Gwynedd couldn’t stop her from jumping up and slashing at his face with her good arm, snarling as her mouth grabbed ahold of his throat, blood bubbling up as Gwynedd began to choke on his own blood.

His clawless hands scratched at Norddmandi as he desperately fought her off, becoming weaker and weaker, dizzy until her hands dropped to his side, feeling numb and cold.

Norddmandi then released him, and Gwynedd dropped to the floor, blood slowly draining out of his body.

He felt so cold…

His eyes began to flutter shut, but Norddmandi rapped his cheek with her good hand, and Gwynedd forced his eyes open.

His feet were so numb, and tears flowed from his eyes—either pain or grief or sorrow, he didn’t know.

“You fought well,” Norddmandi said, pain clear in her voice, her own tears streaming down her face. “No one else has defeated me like that.”

Gwynedd tried to respond, but all that came out was more blood, spilling past his lips and making his mouth taste of iron.

“I hope this means your replacement will be similar. I would be good to have power like that on my side,” Norddmandi said. Gwynedd laughed, more blood flying out of his mouth.

“You already…have a…draig, but you’ve…beaten that out of…him long ago,” Gwynedd whispered as his vision grew darker. Everything was numb and cold.

“I will…replacement…useful! I will…son!...you? Hurt…”

Norddmandi’s angry voice faded in and out as Gwynedd sank deeper into the darkness.

The pain was fading.

And the land sighed a final breath as the younger nation ranted, fueled by her hatred and rage, until she noticed the still nation in front of her, covered in blood, tears, and ash. Normaundie screamed in rage before raking her claws over the dead nation’s face again and again, as, unbeknownst to her, a newborn nation-child huddled in the back of the room, trembling in fear.

Normaundie then finished her ramage, cursing out the man again before vanishing back to her land, finally realizing the true extent of her injuries.

The nation-child then crept forward to the mutilated man before throwing himself onto the body and sobbing.

Both for the life and father he just lost.

#countryhumans #oneshots by weird #historical countryhumans #countryhumans wales #countryhumans normandy #countryhumans gwynedd

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sketalya · 2 months ago

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psst! hey kid! I heard you like countryhumans!

I remember back when I was active in the fandom (it's still kind of a guilty pleasure fandom) I had a few things that happened to the Philippines and co:

-when Philippines is standing up right, he's Philippines, when he's upside down, he's Martial. there was this incorrect quote I wrote where he's doing cartwheels and shouting "I am Philippines! I am martial! I am Philippines! I am Martial!"

-America once injured his eye and had a cotton pad over it. Philippines wouldn't stop calling him "cotton eyed Joe"

nobody knows where he came from, or where he went.

-Indonesia has a giant fish tank at his house.

-there was this incident where the south east Asia gang showed up to the meeting building early to find a guy in a janitor's outfit and a box van trying to get into the building, they asked what he was doing, and the guy said that their boss had ordered some new chairs and he came to take the old chairs. so they decided to help him out by not only unlocking the doors for him, but also helped him load all of the chairs into his van.

Come to find out, ASEAN never ordered any new chairs, they just helped a guy steal all of their chairs.

-Cambodia lost both of her legs to a landmine and relies on the gang to carry her around.

-same year as the chair incident, at summer boot camp (which is just a glorified summer camp for Country humans) Indonesia and Vietnam got sick and tired of eating camp food and decided to go out and gather their own food.

it was a disaster, when they came back, Vietnam's arm was covered in bee stings and honey, and Indonesia somehow was able to catch a fish, but he had no way of cleaning it, or cooking it, so they just threw the fish back into the water and never complained about camp food ever again.

-same year, while discussing on how to get back on ASEAN's good graces after falling for the classic Bavarian fire drill routine with the chairs, Philippines flew off the swing set and accidentally took out ASEAN

-that was also the same year a squirrel broke into the male European countries' cabin, and sat on Italy's chest. and Italy freaked out thinking it was a rat resulting in every single country in that cabin to freak out because all European countries minus Poland and Iceland, are terrified of rats.

(Poland wasn't there because he and Hungary and Czech packed up their horses, and took an annual road trip that included horse back riding, and taking part in a medieval festival where Poland dresses up as a Winged Hussar, and Hungary goes as a Hungarian Hussar as well)

Yoo...That was a lot of headcanons and they all sounds interesting 👀✨✨✨

And the fact that you also made headcanons for countryhumans outside of ASEAN is very cool....So far I have only focused on Sea countries, especially Maphilvietindo TwT

Where in the AU I'm working on, their story focuses on their lives in a special school for nations (Which of course is not a regular school, it has a fantasy and mystery genre, and the school has some crazy things going on around it)...So yeah, it's like a school AU where the countries are the students while international organizations like ASEAN, UN, EU, NATO, and others are the teachers lol

And besides Maphilvietindo, I also made some headcanons for other Sea countries...Like Singapore who is secretly a gamer, Cambodia and Thailand who have a sibling rivalry, Brunei being the sanest person in the group, and other 😂

I made a little headcanon for other countries... Like Romania being a vampire and being friends with Bulgaria being a vampire hunter, and some other crazy headcanons

(I think this is my first time yapping about CH on my TTTE blog lol...But it's really nice talking about this TwT💖)

#countryhumans

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vanessalocke · 2 months ago

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🏵 Greetings! 🏵

I know you are disenchanted with Hidekaz Himaruya for multiple reasons, and your Dover couple have moved very far from their outset characterization. They are Arthur and Francis from Hetalia in name only. This is fine, of course, but why do you hold fast to Hetalia instead of choosing ""Countryhumans"" as your universe of choice, or more broadly, just your own independent story about anthropomorphic countries in love?

I am in love with the Hetalia fandom, not the manga or anime. I get frustrated with how shallow and playful Hetalia is, with the barest shade of dark creeping around the colorful kawaii vibes. Hetalia could be beautiful, but it's a JOKE. I took what I thought would be a lifelong departure from Hetalia, but now Himaruya is making a comeback, and I DO like what I'm seeing. Is there hope?

As I told you before, what Himaruya does now is just fanservice, nothing more, nothing less. So Hetalia is very popular with fangirls now (and he has more money). And since Himaruya has more money, we can enjoy his fanservice if we want. When I was active with Dover, I tended to keep the official features that I liked, and completely remove the official features that I didn't like and fill it with my headcanons.

Also, Hetalia's recognition is higher than Country Humans. What I mean is that many people in the fandom tend to have the same feelings when it comes to the "vibe" of the character. And if I "edit" the vibe or personality of the character, people will easily relate and understand what I mean than if I create a completely new character. In addition, with international fandom, I can easily find people who share the same headcanon as me. If I were to create my own OCs, I would prefer to create OCs in other contexts with my own plot rather than creating OCs for countries.

Actually, I have considered coming to Country Humans many times. The only reason I am still in the Hetalia fandom is because I have spent too much time and effort on Hetalia - 8 years. Before coming to tumblr, I was only active on facebook, and I was almost the only one drawing about FrUK, writing FrUK fanfics, talking about FrUK, analyzing FrUK in Vietnam, so I was very lonely. Most of the people who ship FrUK in Vietnam are very quiet and not active at all. Among dozens of Vietnamese FrUK fanfics, I dare say 90% of the fanfics were written by me.

That loneliness made me "hate" FrUK for a while - specifically in 2017-2020. Then I overcame it and made peace with FrUK, because I… literally dreamed of FrUK (sounds ridiculous). After dreaming about FrUK, I realized that I still love it so much. I don't know how to describe it. I've always had the fear that my ships would be hated because others hate me. However, when I reconciled with FrUK (in 2020), I told FrUK: "Hey, please be hated with me." And FrUK was the only ship that had that "privilege". From then on, Dover became my only OTP. I may have many hardships, but I will always have only Dover as my OTP.

Right now, I'm still alone in this Vietnamese shipdom. I don't know why I've persisted until now? But I'm still persisting. I just want that if in the future there is someone like me, someone who loves FrUK with all their heart, can look at my posts and know that they are not alone.

#fruk #ukfr #aph fruk #aph ukfr #hws fruk #hws ukfr #aph france #aph england #hws france #hws england

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weirdestcountryhumans · 3 months ago

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Some Countryhumans AU's I have

British Michigan AU (kinda co-created by @lost-islands) —Michigan is taken by the British during the War of 1812 and is never given back to the Americans, instead becoming a British colony and later Canadian province.

Warpath Hawai'i AU (created by @lost-islands, who is generously letting me write for it) — Hawaii snaps after gaining her Phoenix traits and murders United States over the overthrow. I mainly focus on the aftermath of this, and this is the only one so far that I will be writing a book on.

Japanese Hawaii AU (co-created with @aloha-from-angel) — Hawaii is annexed by Japan before Pearl Harbor or during WW2. It's used as a general term for a variety of AUs.

Russian Hawaii AU—Hawaii is invaded and annexed by Russia and becomes a part of the Russian Empire

Auntie Hawaii AU (co-created with @aloha-from-angel) — Hawaii is told about the US states in the 1850s and becomes an aunt/mother figure to them.

What can I say? AUs are better with friends. I will talk more about these later.

#british michigan au #warpath hawaii au #japanese hawaii au #russian hawaii au #auntie hawaii au #countryhumans au

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irithnova · 8 months ago

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This is a repost but I've made some edits, it was originally in response to an ask I received about how I personally go about making Siberia OCs (as a complete foreigner) and how I portray their relationship with Russia

Start of post:

I know that you're probably aware but for anyone who stumbles upon this post, I'm not Northern Asian or Siberian myself. I'm just someone who's interest/hobby is researching Northern Asian history and culture (started with just Mongolia, my interest also extends to Central Asia) which started when I was around 13/14? So please keep that in mind. This is a post written by an outsider (with the perspectives of Northern Asians taken into account of course), for other outsiders.

If I'm being quite honest, Hetalia Siberia OCs in particular are quite a... Niche corner of the Hetalia fandom. Especially in the anglophone/Western fandom. I'd say they're more popular in Russian speaking country personification communities (not always specifically Hetalia) purely because of the obvious - Siberia is a part of Russia. Unfortunately I do not speak Russian, nor am I really familiar with the Russian speaking hetalia fandom or country personification circles. However I have spoken to Northern Asian folk who are a tad more familiar with these circles than I am, and have come to find that even then, people who post Siberia personification OCs are few and far between, and those who do, post them very rarely and there's little else of these characters other than once in a blue moon art.

In the Western/English speaking fandom, as I've said before, there's really not a lot of us. Most representations of Siberian hetalia OCs usually come down to sparse dottings of fanart across different sites such as Tumblr, Deviantart, and Instagram. I am not on the hetalia amino so I wouldn't know but I highly doubt there are many, if any, Siberia OCs posted on there. I frequent hetalia twitter, particularly amongst North Asia (by that I mean Mongolia) adjacent posters, who are mainly Japanese. However it seems as if Mongolia is the furthest North most will go. So the circles I'm personally aware of (well not really circles as there's not a lot of us in the English speaking fandom) that do post about Siberia OCs are mainly here on tumblr, instagram, and I guess some rare art posted on Deviantart.

Honestly I don't think I can really recommend someone in these circles that I'm aware of (other than @peonycats as we developed a lot of these OCs together along with a lot of research of course) in terms of writing their relationships with Russia respectfully or writing respectful OCs in general for quite a few reasons:

Some of these creators don't post their OCs frequently enough for me to pass a judgement on/have become inactive

I don't know some of them personally, so again, cannot pass any judgement

Some creators genuinely have really insensitive portrayals of Siberian groups relationships with Russia

I am aware of certain creators who have excused racism against Northern Asians and others who have defended the Russian state's mistreatment of them (yes, despite posting about Northern Asians). I'm not giving out specific names but I'm not going to recommend them either

This isn't me trying to toot my own horn when it comes to hetalia Siberia OCs as despite my long standing interest, I want to reiterate that I am not from there. But to answer your question on how I would personally represent them/how I'd approach representing them from an outsiders POV (I guess this could apply to other country personification communities too such as countryhumans because of the common theme but I've only ever been in hetalia so,):

I think part of the question can be answered with the post you are referring to. It is vital to understand the nature and history of why Siberian groups are a part of Russia in the first place - colonisation. And it is just as vital to understand and acknowledge the effects of colonisation on such groups and the ongoing mistreatment and injustices they face under the Russian state. Without this in mind, representations of Siberian groups' relationships with Russia end up being tone deaf and one dimensional at best. At worst, orientalist caricatures and/or colonisation apologia.

This does take a lot of reading and research. Not just on the aforementioned topics, but also on orientalist depictions and stereotypes that are associated with Northern Asians. It's all good to be knowledgeable on how the colonisation of Siberia took place and ongoing injustices indigenous Siberians face, but that with no understanding of racist and exoticised stereotypes - a majority of which being a result of colonisation and an overall eurocentric outlook on "unsettled" peoples (putting "unsettled" in quotes here because the concept of a people being unsettled is in itself a eurocentric concept that was used to justify colonisation and the concept of "virgin land" that I talked about in my previous post), still results in insensitive depictions, both overall as characters and especially with their relationship with Russia. It's no good touting facts about how the Sakha people were colonised but then make up headcanons about how Russia had to "teach" Sakha to "behave" (this is a real example I've seen).

That being said, whilst it is obligatory that those topics are read about and applied accordingly, I also believe giving them agency is just as important. I don't want to say "putting too much emphasis on the colonisation aspect" but rather, emphasis on the colonisation and ongoing injustices without giving them a level of agency can also result in insensitive depictions. Siberian groups did and continue to fight/push back against the Russian state and it is just as important that their efforts and diligence against the face of their oppressor is acknowledged. It is correct to acknowledge that they are victims of Russian imperialism, but it is also correct to give them agency and depict them giving Russia pushback. Otherwise, this sort of portrayal diminishes the vast efforts Siberian groups have gone through and continue to go through against a much more powerful nation, and you end up with a bunch of OCs who's entire characterisations consists of merely being a punching bag for Russia.

On the other hand, and this is a depiction I've seen: there is such a thing as tokenising Siberian groups solely in order to signal to people how much you hate Russia. In this way, Siberian groups are depicted only as tools for the original poster to vocalise their distaste of Russia, with little exploration of their relationship with Russia outside of this and frankly, little exploration of them as characters and their history/culture overall other than "lol guys look they're trolling Russia!!!1" (and this is on the rare occasion that they are even talked about by such creators). I have absolutely no problem depicting them trolling Russia or conspiring to ruin Russia's day or something because we all know he deserves it, but this should not be the sole way in which such groups are ever brought up - if they are even talked about in the first place. I'm not saying to depict their relations with Russia as only doom and gloom and I do think the concept of them trolling him or annoying him is funny, but when such groups are only brought up in order to show them pwning Russia and nothing more, it, 1) runs the risk of downplaying the severity of the mistreatment they go through 2) runs the risk of these OCs not having any character outside of their relationship and interactions with Russia 3) can even give off the impression that Russia is the victim of their bad behaviour rather than the other way around.

It's even worse if offensive stereotypes are used in these depictions. Whilst Greenland is not a part of Siberia, groups in Greenland and Siberia are in many ways related not just through history and culture but also in the ways in which they are stereotyped. I've seen a depiction in which it seemed as if the creator was acknowledging that indigenous Greenland groups are mistreated, but to combat this they portrayed Greenland as being a violent, unruly drunkard that "abused" Denmark all the time, but it's okay because Denmark deserved it. Not only is an offensive stereotype of indigenous Greenlanders being used in this "look at Greenland owning Denmark!" portrayal, but Denmark is almost seen as a victim of Greenland's bad behaviour rather than the other way round. This is why I said that it is so important to learn about offensive stereotypes that are associated with Northern Asian folk, because you can be knowledgeable on how they are mistreated but still create insensitive depictions if you are not familiar with racist stereotypes. Nothing wrong with depicting Siberian groups giving Russia pushback, or depicting them annoying or trolling him, but please don't fall into using offensive stereotypes to do so and do not solely use these groups as a tool to display your hatred of Russia - that in itself is dehumanising.

When I say that "I'm not saying to depict their relations with Russia as only doom and gloom", that certainly doesn't mean portray them as being in love with Russia with little acknowledgement of ongoing injustices. Ships are a tricky enough subject in the hetalia fandom because of the nature of the content, however it's important to be sensitive if you are portraying an indigenous and settler relationship, especially if the colonised are still a colonised people with no independent state of their own and are "autonomous regions" that are a part of the coloniser nation state. I will not speak on Siberians who may choose to do this as this is their lived experience (though, I have not come into contact with any so far that do so - and those I have talked to about this topic have shown great distaste towards these types of depictions), but if you are an outsider who chooses to do this you seriously need to be careful (speaking as an outsider).

I cannot tell you what to ship or what not to ship. But I can sure as hell tell you that I have seen depictions of Sakha (for example) being portrayed as a woman who is infatuated/in love with Russia, who has "forgiven" Russia for everything he did, and who selflessly does things for him. And I can't say that the Sakha people I have talked to are impressed with this portrayal.

It's even worse when you consider that the whole "Sakha woman selflessly in love with a Russian man" is literal colonisation apologia:

There is an overglorified myth promoted of a Sakha woman called Abakayade selflessy marrying a Russian settler by the name of Semyon Deshnev, whereas in reality she was forcibly converted and married to him. The picture of the statue I linked above is colonial apologia, that is supposed to represent the "love" between the natives and settlers.

I myself do not ship any Siberian indigenous group with Russia and I'm not planning on doing so. All I can say is to tread lightly, and don't push out flimsy half-baked portrayals without thoroughly thinking about it considering the steep power imbalance between the indigenous and the settlers, especially amidst the recent and ongoing disproportionate mobilisation of indigenous peoples in the invasion of Ukraine. How I see it anyways, there are much higher stakes when shipping an indigenous group and it's settler vs two nations who have a long history of warfare with each other like France and England, or at least two independant nations. I, as an outsider, personally would not romanticise or make a lovey dovey relationship between an indigenous group and the settler group period - especially as I am not indigenous in any sense and when it comes to Siberian indigenous, those I have talked to so far from this region seem to unanimously dislike such portrayals.

This point kind of links to my previous one, but I would not portray a Siberian group and Russia's relationship as the Siberian group being some sort of helper or even something of a mom friend - a "rock to lean on" in Russia's life who "keeps Russia in check". I have seen this portrayal with Sakha, Kazakhstan and even Belarus. It's already quite odd to depict the colonised comforting the coloniser. However it gets a little more problematic when you realise that the colonised are almost being portrayed as accessories of Russia/ enthusiastic bearers of emotional labour for Russia. I have spoken to a Northern Asian who is more familiar with Russian country personification communities and they've seen a portrayal that unfortunately, fits that description almost perfectly.

It's important to portray their relationship with Russia as rounded and with both sides having equal say and shown to be fully developed characters in their own rights, though this applies more specifically to the Siberian OC in the relationship as they are the ones who are often reduced to accessories in their relationship with Russia. By this I mean that depictions of their relationship with Russia centre around Russia's feelings and perspectives with little thought put into their feelings and perspectives. They simply act as sidekicks or side characters to Russia rather than fully fledged out characters with their own agency and opinions. Further, it's pretty egregious to show the Siberian group as acting as comforters to Russia who willingly and even enthusiastically partake in engaging in large levels of emotional labour for Russia to "keep Russia sane" when Siberian groups have historically been exploited by Russia and continue to be exploited by Russia to this very day. From fur tax, to forced conversions and Russification, to nuclear testing sites that resulted in poor health conditions for those who inhabited the area, to the disproportionate mobilisation of indigenous Siberians in the invasion of Ukraine - it hasn't stopped. This isn't to say that you're not allowed to depict a lighter side to their relationship, but to boil it down to "Sakha/Buryatia/Chukotka etc. are fiercely protective of Russia/selflessly goes out of their way to help Russia/act as Russia's rock to lean on" is very... Questionable, considering the circumstances.

Bit of a side note but in general you should not be treating Siberian OCs as exoticised accessories. Of course there is nothing wrong with admiring their clothing or jewellery or arts, however it becomes a problem when outsiders use these aspects of their culture to mystify such groups and subsequently view them through an exoticised lense - and so they are reduced merely to pretty objects for outsiders to ogle, and not groups of real people. Because of how niche Siberia OCs are, some may think that drawing a Siberian in a pretty headdress or posting "Siberian aesthetics" and calling it a day is enough to be deemed as knowledgeable or sensitive on the culture in question despite other actions showing otherwise, because there's not really anyone to call them out on their questionable treatment of such cultures. But just know, it's not acceptable to reduce such cultures to merely aesthetics, real research and most importantly respect is the priority (I have unfortunately interacted with people who would repost indigenous Siberian clothing and aesthetics for example but then at the same time, justify/dismiss their mistreatment under the Russian state.)

On an (almost) final note, I would never portray Russia as being a father or even teacher to any Siberian group - period. I've talked about this in a previously very strongly worded post, however portraying Russia as a father to any Siberian group holds many questionable and downright offensive connotations. First of all, these groups existed before Russian colonisation, they had their own unique histories and cultures before Russian settlers arrived. These groups have histories that go back further than the very concept of Russia. This sort of paternalistic outlook is often used by settlers around the globe and colonisation apologists - that the groups they colonised had no culture and no real tangible history before their colonisers arrived, and that the coloniser in question acted almost as a parent and/or teacher to the colonised, lending them a generous hand to "civilise" and "enlighten" the "barbarous" indigenous people. This kind of portrayal of a Siberian group's relationship with Russia is misguided at best and colonisation apologia at worst. Siberian history did not start when Russians arrived, culture was not gifted to them by Russia.

Finally (can you tell I'm a professional yapper?), this is about portraying 2P!Russia or the "evil side" of Russia as... The Asian/Siberian part of Russia. This goes far beyond a mere "disrespectful" portrayal of Russia's relationship with Siberian groups. I'm going to insert an excerpt here on an up and coming post of mine that centres around how anti-Mongolian sentiment manifests, however anti-Mongolian and anti-Siberian sentiment often overlap because they are Northern Asian groups,

Brief summary of what oriental despotism is:

Oriental despotism is the theory that Asian societies are more inclined/prone to authoritarianism than European societies. It is a eurocentric view which paints Asian civilisations as a monolith and ignores complex power structures and nuances in favour of oversimplifying them as simply being authoritarian/having an extremely strong centralised and most importantly "despotic" (basically, backwards) rule.

"...Russia's weirdness and antisocial behaviour when compared to other European characters being blamed solely on Mongolia/Asiatic influences in Russian culture is the theory of oriental despotism rearing its ugly head even if people are not aware that they are doing it.

This next point not only talks about Mongolia but the indigenous Siberians of Russia. I have seen people make 2p!Russia (AKA "evil" Russia) Asian or represent Siberia because:

1)They want to show the Mongol/Tatar influence/side of Russia

2)They want to show the Siberian side of Russia

Considering 2p Hetalia characters are often portrayed as the "dark side" or "evil side" of nations I don't think I need to explain why this is racist, especially after the explanation of what oriental despotism is

In the case of the Siberians I'd argue it is even more egregious to do this. Siberia is a part of Russia because of Russian imperialism/colonisation. Many indigenous Siberian people were killed, their languages and way of lives close to destroyed or destroyed period, and are being disproportionately mobilised by Russia in Russia's invasion of Ukraine. In fact, Siberian soldiers, especially Buryats who are a Mongolic people, are being scapegoated for the brunt of Russia's war crimes in Ukraine.

Pope Francis himself scapegoated the non-(ethnic) Russian soldiers for a majority of Russia's war crimes in Ukraine:

“Generally, the cruellest are perhaps those who are of Russia but are not of the Russian tradition, such as the Chechens, the Buryats and so on,”

From:

...So not only is Russia being called a continuation of the Mongol Empire, with articles titled "Putin Khan" being published without anyone batting an eye, and with a Siberian/Mongolic ethnic minority being scapegoated for Russia's war crimes despite them being victims of Russian imperialism and an ethnic cleansing, do you understand how insensitive it is to make the "dark/2p Russia" a representation of Siberia or the Mongol/Tatar influence on Russia?

To note: It's not just Buryats being disproportionately mobilised.

To use Russia's indigenous Siberian population as a representation of 2p/dark/evil Russia is so unfair it beggars belief. Those people are victims of Russian colonisation, yet their "despotic, Asiatic" ways will be used by racists to scapegoat Russia's bad behaviour onto, despite again, being victims of Russian colonisation and imperialism themselves.

Yes, Russia colonised you, forced you out of your traditional ways of life and destroyed the use of your language. Yes, the Kremlin is unfair to you and you live in the most deprived and poverty stricken areas of Russia. Yes, you're being disproportionately mobilised in Russia's invasion of Ukraine. But you committed the crime of ruining the whiteness of Russia simply by existing there - your despotic Asiatic ways is one of the reasons why Russia is so backwards, you are at fault for the brunt of the warcrimes committed in Ukraine because you are inherently more "barbaric" than white Russians.

"Confronted with a world ruled by the settler, the native is always presumed guilty" (Frantz Fannon)""

That's all I have to say on that topic for now. I decided to include it as although it's technically kind of a portrayal of Russia's relationship with Siberian groups, as the Siberian groups are all blended into one and then made the "evil" part of Russia. It's genuinely one of the worst interpretations I've seen of Russia and Siberian groups in a hetalia context.

Oh and, this should be obvious. Singular Siberia OCs (as in, "Here is my aph Siberia OC who represents THE WHOLE of Siberia and is the amalgamation of EVERY SINGLE SIBERIAN GROUP INTO ONE!!") will always be offensive, period. I talk about this in a previously strongly worded post and the post mainly centers around this point. What's funny is, this post was part of the reason of why someone thought it was acceptable to harass me with fake accounts on, as they (not Siberian or even Northern Asian) argued people should be "able to do what they fucking want <3" (actual quote) in terms of depicting singular Siberia OCs. Meanwhile, actual Siberians agreed with the post. So, there's that. Again, this seems to be an acceptable interpretation to some which I would find funny if it wasn't so... Stupid? It's like making a singular Africa OC. It completely undermines the diversity of the groups that inhabit Siberia. I've seen people justify this kind of depiction by saying "well all of these cultures were killed by Russia/are dead now anyways so that means it makes sense for them all to be portrayed through (1) personification" I'm sorry but 1) So many of these cultures are still alive and kicking, they most definitely aren't "all dead" 2) Who the hell are you as an outsider to declare a culture dead? Especially when there's evidence to the contrary?

The worst singular Siberia I've seen was an abomination of the singular Siberia OC and "Russia as a father to Siberian groups" mashed into one. It went like "Russia was walking along the empty snowy plains of Siberia and found a little girl there who was the representation of Siberia and he raised her and is partly her biological father". Let's break this down:

Strike 1: The concept of Terra Nullius or "Virgin Land" - Siberia was not an empty no mans land for settlers to roam around in and lay claim on, it has been the home of indigenous Siberian groups for thousands of years

Strike 2: Undermines the brutality of the colonisation of Siberia and the atrocities that took place

Strike 3: Singular Siberia OC

Strike 4: Russia being this personifications biological father and the father who raised her. This has... Extremely disturbing connotations, especially on the biological father part when you consider the sexual violence indigenous Siberian women were subjected to. This is also why I bitched about that interpretation I saw of Sakha being portrayed as a woman who is hopelessly in love with Russia.

Here's that strongly worded post in question, yes I do sound like a grade A bitch here but you would not believe the crap I've seen that lead up to me making this post:

What's most important in depicting Siberian groups' relationships with Russia is by seeking out Siberian perspectives online whether it's through forums or videos, and if it's possible - asking them directly. You cannot make an OC that is a representative of a nation/group of people without centering and incorporating the aforementioned peoples voices, especially if the OC in question is a representative of an indigenous group because frankly, there are higher stakes with such depictions. I understand with certain groups it's harder to directly reach out to them, whether it's because there's not very many of them or for other reasons. In the meantime though, that should not stop you from doing reading and research, and getting into contact with other groups and asking their perspectives.

TL;DR

It's important to do research on the colonisation of Siberia and the ongoing injustices Siberians face at the hands of the Russian state in order to depict a sensitive portrayal of a Siberian group's relationship with Russia. Research should also be done on racist and exoticised stereotypes Northern Asian folk face in order to avoid such stereotypes when depicting such relationships with Russia. They should be acknowledged as victims of Russian imperialism but they should also be given agency and should also be depicted as giving pushback so as to acknowledge the efforts Siberian groups make in order to fight back against mistreatment of the Russian state. I would not personally portray a Siberian group entering into a romantic relationship with Russia as the Siberians I have spoken to are uncomfortable with this kind of depiction, if you choose to do so however as an outsider - be careful.

Siberia OCs should not be treated as accessories or enthusiastic bearers of emotional labour to Russia and should first and foremost be fully fleshed out characters with their own thoughts, feelings and personality outside of Russia before depicting their relationship with Russia so as to avoid unknowingly portraying them as accessories to Russia. I would not portray Russia as being a father or "teacher" to any Siberian group as the former is blatantly historically incorrect and offensive, and both are concepts that are used by settlers and colonisation apologists alike ("the indigenous had no culture or tangible history before we came, we acted as a teacher/parent to them in order to civilise them). Singular Siberia OCs that are meant to represent every single Siberian group in one personification will always be offensive. When making Siberia OCs and depicting their relationships with Russia, research and seeking out Northern Asian perspectives is vital.

My personal interpretation:

Honestly, I think the most positive feeling Siberian groups feel for Russia is tolerance. The baseline emotion they have for him is dislike/distrust. I see Russia as kind of being... Fake nice to them if that makes sense? Not in a two faced sense but I think he likes them on a very surface level as of course they are a part of Russia so he will include them in on things/have groupchats with them/visit sometimes but it's kind of like. Beyond that he isn't so nice in the sense of actually taking their complaints and criticisms to heart and has an "everything is fine ^J^" mentality to things. So many places in the far East of Russia are extremely neglected because the Russian state does not care to improve living conditions for such places - Tuva being a prime example. I think Russia usually gives more attention to regions that he can get something out of, like Sakha with his rich mineral reserves.

Sometimes for PR purposes he'll tokenise Northern Asian groups to tout himself as being a #rich and #diverse nation like "wow, I am such a diverse nation and we treat our ethnic minorities/indigenous groups as one of our own" and "our ethnic minorities are not victims unlike American SJW ones" (actual shit I've seen Russians say). Basically, he'll use them to big himself up all the while his treatment of them is questionable at best. I also think Russia orientalises them to an extent and will sometimes refer to them as "fierce warriors" or some other bullshit like that (again, actual shit I've seen Russians say) and usually doesn't really take their complaints seriously or kind of brushes it off, if not that he'll minimise their complaints. A lot of them usually bite their tongue and roll their eyes at this.

There are quite a few (like Sakha for example) I think who go full on lawyer mode as a way to give Russia pushback (this forces Russia to respond essentially) but also I do think it's funny when they just conspire to ruin Russia's day somehow or troll him/are snappy or petty to him. Basically, they only really tolerate him at best and see right through his childish/innocent/friendly demeanour. Not to say that there aren't lighter moments between them or that every interaction between them ever is antagonistic but yeah. Hm I don't think they're as...Afraid of him as a lot of other nations are? Not that they don't ever fear him or fear the consequences of questioning his actions, but moreso that well - they're a part of Russia of course and so are more used to him. Less fear going around more "oh god what's he going to do this time".

#hetalia world stars #hetalia world series #hetalia world twinkle #historical hetalia #hetalia siberia #aph siberia #hws siberia #aph russia #hws russia #hetalia russia #ivan brag

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quail-with-a-nail · 23 days ago

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Don't Look Outside

@daddecember Day 1: Lost in the Woods + "Close your eyes."

Fandom: Countryhumans

Relationship: Alaska & Hawaii & Texas & US

I was staring out of the window above the kitchen sink when Alaska ran in with his winter coat in his arms. I looked over, curious.

“Papa, can you take me into the woods?” Alaska asked.

I smiled, glad it wasn’t something serious. These kids were extremely accident prone, believe it or not. “Sure, I’ll take you. Did you ask Hawaii and Texas if they wanted to go?”

“Hawaii said she was too tired, and Texas said he didn’t want to go.” Alaska began to rock on his feet.

“I’ll trust that you’re telling the truth, and that you don’t just want to leave your siblings out of it.” I stopped leaning on the counter and ruffled Alaska’s hair, which was met with a small squeak of annoyance. I laughed. “Remember your gloves and your boots, Ala. And also remember to tell me if you’re cold. I don’t want you to get frostbite.”

Alaska nodded vigorously, and I was slightly worried that he would give himself whiplash with how aggressive it was. He then ran out, and I followed him, although I walked. I got my gloves and coat from my room. My boots were by the door. I had halfway laced the first boot when Alaska came running to put on his own shoes. It didn’t take nearly as long as to put them on as mine did. Mostly because his didn’t have laces.

“Come on, Papa, come on!” Alaska ushered, practically bouncing on his feet.

I laughed again and finished tying my boots. “Be patient, Ala,” I gently chided. I stood and called through the house, “Texas, Ala and I are going in the woods, you’re in charge!”

“Alright!” Texas called back. Hawaii bid us goodbye with a shout. I took Alaska’s hand and opened the front door.

The rush of cold air made me shiver. I exhaled a cloud with each breath. I was quick to step outside and shut the door behind us, worried about losing the heat of the house to the weather.

Alaska smiled wide, pulling against my hand as he tried to run ahead. “It’s so pretty out here!” He giggled, pointing to the snow and looking back and forth between it and me. I couldn’t help but grin with him, his joy spreading.

“Let’s get going, then!” I began to jog, which was about equivalent to Alaska’s run. I led Alaska to the woods, and in particular, towards a trail that we had walked a few days before. Alaska’s smile seemed to be frozen to his face, never leaving for a second.

Alaska’s laughter died down as soon as the crooked, leafless branches of the birch trees that made up the forest created a shield between us and the sky. Alaska stared with wide eyes, and let go of my hand to spin in a circle. He soon returned to my side, but he couldn’t stop looking around.

I tried to focus on the path more than the scenery, even though it was pretty. Snow covered most of it, much like the rest of the ground. My only real indicator between the path and the woods was how far apart the trees were. It left the path pretty clear, but only if you were going straight. It only really got sketchy when there were bends and turns.

Alaska stopped for a moment. I stopped as well, and looked to where he was staring. A pinecone stood out of the snow, only a little bit of its top poking out of the snow. He let go of my hand and ran over to pick up the pinecone. When he returned to my side, he held it up to me like a prize.

“Papa, look, I found something!” He cheered. I couldn’t help but to smile and crouch down to get a closer look. Alaska stopped holding it up and cradled the pinecone in his hands. “Isn’t it cool?”

“It’s very cool,” I responded, unsure how else to tell Alaska that I liked the pinecone too. “Do you wanna take it home?”

Alaska nodded and hummed “Mhm!”

“Well, let’s finish walking first, then we can go home. I think Hawaii would like to see it.” I almost stood up, but something behind Alaska had caught my attention. I only caught a glimpse of it, and it was in my peripheral vision, but I definitely saw movement. I looked up.

It looked like there were birch trunks moving on their own, as if they were the jointless legs of some freakishly tall creature. I was confused for a minute, but then it hit me.

Alaska he tried looking behind himself to see what I was looking at. I covered his eyes and gently turned his head back to face me.

“Papa, what’s happening?” Alaska’s voice trembled, if only slightly, and I just prayed that he wouldn’t try to fight me on this before we got home.

“I can explain when we get back, but for now, please listen to me,” I whispered. Alaska nodded, and he held the pinecone tighter. “Close your eyes. Do not open them until I tell you to, okay?” He nodded again, and I hesitantly took my hand away from his eyes. They were closed.

I picked Alaska up. I turned around, then closed my own eyes. There were very few turns in the trail so far, so it wasn’t too precarious. Still, there was risk. I took a deep breath and began to pray that we didn’t walk off the path.

“What’re y'all doing? You’ve been gone for an hour!” Texas shouted, and I opened my eyes. Texas was standing in the doorway of the house, and I sighed in relief. I ran to Texas and ushered him back inside.

“I’ll explain in a minute, alright? Just- I’ve got to make sure we’re safe. There’s things out in the woods, and we just need to take precautions, is all.” I knew I sounded panicked, but I had a hard time focusing on keeping myself sounding calm when I was on the verge of panicking.

Texas gave me a strange look but didn’t question it. He backed away from the door as I stumbled inside with Alaska still in my arms and closed it myself. I carefully put Alaska down on the floor, but Alaska refused to let go of my sleeve. I saw that his eyes were still tightly closed.

“You can open your eyes,” I murmured. Alaska opened his eyes, and began to cry silently. I picked him up and hugged him.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. We’re gonna be okay,” I soothed, kissing his forehead. Alaska held onto me, still crying. I turned to Texas. “Help me close the blinds, and tell Hawaii to not look out the windows.”

“What if she fights me on it?” Texas asked, crossing his arms.

“Just say I told her not to.” I walked to the nearest window. “Come on.”

He ran to wherever Hawaii was and told her. She didn’t fight back, at least not loud enough to be heard, so he helped me close the rest of the blinds. After we were done, I asked him and Hawaii to wait in the main room. I followed them shortly after.

“Okay, what’s happening?” Texas asked.

Hawaii nodded. “Yeah! You’re being weird.”

I sighed and sat on the floor with them, even though there was a couch available. The kids were weird like that. Alaska still held onto me. “Look, there’s… creatures in the woods that are only mean when you look them in the eyes. Your Uncle Canada said they weren’t going to be anywhere close to here, but he was wrong, and they’re nearby.” Hawaii glanced at the window. “But if we stay inside and keep the blinds closed, we’ll be fine. It’ll only be for a few days, I promise.”

Hawaii nodded again, and Texas didn’t give any response. Alaska let go of me, but didn’t ask to be put back on the floor.

“Do we have Monopoly?” Hawaii murmured, breaking the silence. She fiddled with her hands.

I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, we do. I’ll get it out. Who wants to be banker?”

“Me!” Texas and Hawaii shouted in unison. Thet glared at each other, and I laughed.

“Rock paper scissors for banker,” I told them. “Best of three.”

After about two hours of arguing over who owned what property and how much to tax someone, as well as winning conditions, the game had finally concluded. Hawaii and Alaska were both tired at that point, and went to their bedroom to take a nap. Texas and I were tasked with putting the game away.

“You weren’t telling the whole truth to them,” Texas said, making sure he had all of the property cards. “They’re little, I get that, but you can tell me.”

I hesitated at first. I paused counting the little green and red houses and looked up at him. “I wasn’t,” I admitted. “Those creatures… they’re tall. They have jointless legs that look like the birch trees out there. If you look them in the face, which sort of looks like a branch, they’ll try to crush you.” I gathered the little pieces in my hands and put them in their place in the box. “They have to stay in the forest, unless they’ve been looked at. Clearings, like where we are, are safe unless they’re mad.”

Texas hummed. “Can’t you fight em?”

I scoffed, halfway between a laugh. “No, no. These things are tough. You can burn them, sure, but they’ve got thick skin. Nothing can really get through it. They weigh a lot, too. It doesn’t help that they can track you better than a hound.” I looked up at him. “Fighting them is basically a death wish, unless you can aim and run with your eyes closed in the woods.”

He looked at the closed blinds, then looked back at me. “And we’re safe here, right?”

“Safe as we can be.” I put a hand on his shoulder. “Trust me. They hate clearings as much as they hate being looked at.”

Texas smiled, and I felt relief wash through me. "Alrighty."

#daddecember #daddecember2024 #sfw #daddec no.1 #countryhumans #I forgot about his pinecone #this is unforgivable #catch-up dayyy

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socialist-autist · 27 days ago

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Quality Time.

fandom: Countryhumans. pairing: NATO x EU x UN x ASEAN. summary: The polycule finally makes time for eachother so everyone can relax with a movie night and board games. Its about as chaotic as you expect. genre: Fluff, established relationships. warning(s): Slight spoilers for A Dog's Purpose. word count: 1,790 words. authors note: So turns out I have an AO3 inbox! Did not know that. This request was 25 days old and then I let it marinate for another 6. You would think autism would make me so good at sticking to a schedule. Also, do you guys prefer these separated paragraphs or nah? Dedicated to AstraNomica who requested this on AO3 :)

The stars had finally aligned. Everybody in this global relationship had managed to find one night they can all be off and relax together. Well. As much as you can relax as an organization.

Their schedules never aligned correctly. Somebody was always missing. So, while they did see eachother relatively often, alone time all together for more than 10 minutes was a once in a blue moon occasion. Nonetheless, it was finally time for them to let go of their serious personas and be themselves around the people they love the most. This didn't stop any of their member states from causing trouble or any employees from calling them. The phone rang out for what felt like the 100th time those precious 2 hours they had managed to scrape together so far. The organizations all collectively reached for their phones before one voice piped up, "It's mine" declared EU, a tinge of annoyance in his voice as he stood up, moving to take the call outside of the room. UN, who was standing in front of the microwave, let out a heavy sigh, turning back to watch the popcorn bag spin with a monotone face. The two others in the room, ASEAN and NATO, also returned to what they were doing. A comfortable silence settled onto the kitchen, disturbed only by the soft ding of the microwave as the popcorn was finally read. UN's wings twitched slightly as he opened the door of the machine and took out the inflated bag, opening it to let the warm aroma fill the spacious kitchen. He poured the contents into a bowl before placing said bowl onto the kitchen island, "Alright, I think we've got everything. Should we set up or wait for EU?" he asked the others. A hand reached towards the bowl, greedy eyes trained on its contents, "I don't think he minds if we start without him" came the murmured reply. UN frowned and gently smacked NATOs hand away from the bowl, "Go set up the living room then, since you're so eager" he huffed back. The gruff military man pouted in response, but reluctantly got up, making his way to the living room to push the furniture together, close the blinds and set up the TV. EU walked back into the room, putting his phone on silent and slipping it into the pocket of his sweatpants, "Ready?"

After bringing everything into the living room, the group piled onto the couch. UN, the biggest group, was sitting in the middle, side pressed together with NATO. On UN's other side, ASEAN was lounging, his back pressed against the peacemaker's chest as his legs dangled over the side and one white wing curled around him like a blanket. On NATO's other side was EU, holding onto the military organizations arm tightly, cuddling into his side. A large blanket with an earth motif, a joke gift from America, was laid over everyone's laps. There was some shuffling, a few stray feathers from UN as everybody settled into the most comfortable position possible and finally, they could watch the film. That they haven't chosen. Fuck.

"Well I'm just saying, horror movies are always fun!" "You always say that and then you always get too scared and wake up in the middle of the night" EU glared up at NATO, "I do not!" the bickering continued between the two for a few minutes before ASEAN finally decided to interject, "Why can we never choose the movie?" he complained, making a small motion towards UN and himself. The winged man just huffed a bit, "Don't involve me in this, I don't care enough" he groaned, closing his eyes and running a hand absent mindedly through ASEAN's hair. This action seemed to calm the shorter man, as he sunk into UN a bit more, seemingly a lot more docile than before. He half heartedly argued with the other two before the three of them came to a compromise, they would just watch the first movie that the Netflix recommendations threw at them. Satisfied with this, NATO grabbed the remote and went into the Netflix application. Slight tension could be felt building as the loading screen appeared, all of their eyes fixed on the screen that would determine what they'd be watching for the next two hours. Finally, the profile loaded and A Dog's Purpose appeared on the screen. Satisfied with this choice, they all settled down a bit, cuddling in closer to eachother as NATO raised the remote and pressed 'play'.

"...Are you crying?" "...No." the military organization sniffled, trying to hide away his puffy eyes as the credits for the movie rolled in. He was used to human death and suffering, but this dog died one too many times for his liking. UN sighed, his wings fluttering slightly as he sunk into the couch, "I can't decide if that was a happy or deeply sad ending" he murmured, "They lived happily ever after, it was happy, do not try to tell me otherwise" responded EU in a shaky voice, who was sniffled loudly before blowing his nose. ASEAN, seemingly the only one unaffected by this whole ordeal just rubbed EUs back, offering him more tissues. Maybe letting Netflix choose the movie wasn't such a good idea.

In an effort to calm down, the group decided to pull out some board games. They all got up, reluctantly, from the cozy and warm pile they formed on the couch and opted to sit down on the floor around the coffee table instead, with everybody taking one side of the table for themself. After a bit more bickering and deliberation, they finally landed on UNO. A game that is sure not to create more chaos. UN was tasked with dealing the deck of cards, making sure everybody got the amount of cards they were supposed to. Finally, he lifted the first card off the drawing deck and put it in the middle. And thus began the second, more chaotic part of the evening. ASEAN was loosing horribly and lightly accusing someone of cheating every now and then, "I saw you slip one of your cards under the table!" he huffed, struggling to hold all 25 of his cards in his hands which also stopped him from accusingly pointing at EU, who looked deeply offended by this accusation, "I did not!". NATO was trying his best not to cackle at the constant chaos, especially around EU and ASEAN, while playing. He wasn't doing too bad, but he was taking the game way too seriously. When he was winning, he'd ease up and relax a bit, before becoming stone faced, quiet and calculated the moment he got beaten in some way, either by someone putting down a lot of cards or making him pick up lots. EU was a lot more lively and light, laughing and constantly messing up and showing his cards by accident. He was also constantly poking fun and provoking ASEAN, something the other somehow kept falling for. UN, as usual, was the calmest out of all of them. He was sitting silently, an amused but loving look on his face as he watched his lovers shenanigans. After another two hours of constant blabbering, groans and frustrated yells, they had finally finished the game. UN had won, his patient and poker faced attitude helping him. Besides, the others were too distracted competing with eachother to compete with him. Next was NATO, who was a bit displeased he didn't win, but he didn't mind loosing to UN that much. EU had just managed not to loose, and immediately celebrated his victory with a childish cheer as he pumped his fists in the air. ASEAN, who thus ended up loosing, glared at him, "Sore looser" EU teased in response, causing ASEAN to cross his arms, "Stop making fun of me and maybe I won't be" he grumbled back, looking away. EUs face softened slightly as he smiled lovingly at the man. He leaned across the table slowly, causing the other man to look at him with a raised eyebrow before being assaulted by the others many kisses on his face. He let out a choked yell before bursting out in laughter, protesting weekly and trying to shove the other off, "EU! Stop, stop!" he chuckled, "What? I'm cheering you up!". The action even got a chuckle from UN, his wings shuddering slightly in amusement. He looked up at the clock. It was getting late and they all had work in the morning anyways.

And just like that, the four started to clean up. After putting away the dirty bowls and the card game, they headed up to the bedroom and bathroom to get ready for bed. This process was always a bit chaotic, four people sharing one bedroom and bathroom rarely wasn't, but they had managed to carve out a good system. Ever the military man, NATO always got done the fastest so he went first and then set up the bed while the others finished up. Next was ASEAN who took a normal amount of time. EU took the longest after his shower, his long hair needed to be braided or else it would become too tangled to tame, so he went third while UN, who took the longest in the shower itself due to his wings, went while the European braided his silky hair. Once everybody was ready, they piled into the bed, an extra large size that UN, who's house they usually stayed at when all together, invested in a few years into the relationships. The owner of the bed laid in the middle, his wings spread out to hug the others close to him. NATO slept on his left side usually, while ASEAN and EU cuddled up together against eachother and UNs right side. Things had finally settled down for the night as all of them felt themselves calm down. None of them usually went to sleep straight after getting in, despite sleeping a lot better in eachothers presences, letting themselves enjoy the peace they all brought eachother. Finally, the winged organization piped up in a quiet voice, "Goodnight everyone. Sweet dreams" he was met with a chorus of goodnights.

And as the peacemaker laid there, listening to his partners soft breathing on each of his sides, a warm smile crept up onto his face. He felt at peace, utterly satisfied and happy, everything felt right. One thought dominated his mind as he felt his eyes close and himself slip off into sleep, god did he love these men. At the end of the day, no matter how chaotic their shared living might be, he wouldn't trade it for anything. This chaos was their ultimate peace.

#oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #countryhumans #NATO countryhumans #UN countryhumans #countryhumans asean #ASEAN countryhumans #EU countryhumans #countryhumans eu #countryhumans united nations

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a-personiftranslator · 6 months ago

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what is a personif?

why do personifs?

hi. this is a blog dedicated to personified groups of people. i reblog from centricide, polandball, hetalia, countryhumans, scandinavia and the world, welcome to the table, the great cities series by nk jemisin, @/thecitysmith’s cityverse, solarballs, and the jupitearth fandom. i also make personifs of fictional places according to my own rules; i don’t consider my work a part of any fandom because i don’t follow any of their memetics.

all OTJ and STJ personifs are female by default.

i very recently regained the courage to make my own designs for groups of people that exist irl and decided to start with washington dc so if you have information about her you find interesting please say so. it’s taking me a while because i want to get to know her very well and that means reading a bunch of books.

i treat personifs like they exist irl because my lore is set up to be only a rephrasing of reality.

also i invented the shortening ‘personif’ so if you see anyone else using it they’re probably a friend of mine.

here are a bunch of other words/phrases/acronyms/concepts i invented or repurposed for personifverse.

dunbar’s number: the number of people below which a personif will not form.

nationalism: crack for countryspirits.

nationalist: a person with a personif kink. not all people with personif kinks are nationalists.

personif: exclusively human-used shortening of personification that i use for ease of typing. i invented it, so anyone else who you see using the term is probably a friend.

personiftranslation: when i personify something.

avatar: in-universe term that is basically the equivalent of personif. i got it and a lot of other stuff from The City We Became by NK Jemisin.

OPC: original personif character, as in i made both them and what they personify.

ODAC: original demiavatar character. explained further down.

ceremonial avatocracy: a mode of government in which the personif is the ceremonial head of state.

true avatocracy: a mode of government in which the personif actually runs herself. democracy is the closest viable system that is not anarchy that we’ve found so far. i think communism was eventually supposed to transition into it. any system that believes personifs are capable of surviving without caretakers has the goal of true avatocracy.

exchange: the process by which a personif feeds herself and maintains an ideally symbiotic relationship with her humans. community service feeds the personif; gaining the hours that you need to pass high school and presumably the feelings of satisfaction are what the personif gives back. our ability to identify with people we don’t know personally is the result of personif exchange. generally, actions are humans feeding the personif, and feelings are the personif feeding the human. the feelings behind the actions still determine how nourishing the action is, though.

(nation-) whisperer/demipersonif/demiavatar: all children of personifs, adopted and biological, who aren’t personifs themselves. can be produced as long as one parent is a personif, or another whisperer.

demanifestation: what personifs do when they’re not getting enough exchange. the avatar—the personif as we see her—is only the way the consciousness/true body of the place/people communicates with the world, and it takes energy derived from exchange to maintain.

OTJ: Old Triumvirate Jurisdiction. any personif who isn’t primarily based in the Internet.

NTJ: New Triumvirate Jurisdiction. personifs who are primarily based in the Internet.

STJ: Shadow Triumvirate Jurisdiction. any personif of a fictional group of people.

Internet: the space metaphorically/literally (it depends where you’re standing) inside the Fourth Wall. perfectly in between Reality and Fiction.

Fourth Wall: everyone’s brains, in the most literal sense.

Reality: the side of the Fourth Wall our bodies live in.

Fiction: the side of the Fourth Wall everything not-real we think of lives in, and Guardians.

Guardians: our avatars in Fiction; souls, if you will. they’re personifs of each of us and some of them help keep the creatures where they belong. some of them also manage personifs.

Nao: my Guardian avatar. they help manage personifs.

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eccentrickleptomaniac · 1 year ago

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you mentioned having a human au, so how does it generally work? or like a specific character from it you wanna talk about :)

the human au is pretty much completely disconnected from the countryhumans.. the only similarity really is the initials of the human's full names and the countries' usernames.

all countries in this au live (almost) normal lives in new york city. the primary reason i chose the location was due to it's history of being an ethnic melting pot and therefore being a reasonable location where so many different people with different backgrounds could meet up and interact with eachother on a semi-daily basis. i also know a lot the city and it's history which makes the whole thing easier for me to write about.

countries aren't assigned to boroughs like the are to continental cities in the ch world and are instead placed in locations with large populations of the countries' primary ethnicity; i.e poland lives in greenpoint (i almost wrote greenport sorry. she does not live in long island), ussr and his 2 children live in brighton beach, and so on and so forth.

obviously major events like whole wars can't happen (aside from like, street wars and whatever but i don't get into those for my own sake) so major events such as those get scaled down heavily to city-wide crime sprees and whatever. i still try to make events semi-parallel to the ch versions so LOL. some major things do change though. including the fact that italy is not in the picture at all due to being in witness protection lmfao

character's personalities are also different due to the differences in culture between ch and people. like, poland is much kinder in the au due to the fact that she actually had to get a diagnosis for gender dysphoria and due to that kinda also had to work through her personal problems.

the years of the au is probably between the late 90s to now? im not sure the details. however the time period in history in which the au is currently in is.. I'd say around mid-70s or something like that. instead of being actively hostile eg and wg straight up don't know eachother. they don't live near eachother (completely different boroughs actually. wg lives on the upper east side and eg lives in. i already said it but brighton beach. aka the far side of brooklyn) and their schools, while much closer, aren't to the point where. Well they'd actually see eachother a lot. also they'd continue living separate lives instead of reunification.

countries with different cctlds that are still children have their first and middle name be the cctld instead of first and last. also some don't use their cctlds at all.. i use the "eg" acronym instead of "dd". eg's name is elizabeth lol

hope this explains some stuff. feel free to ask questions!

edit: also certain things dont happen or just. are edited severely. some countries while annexed move out of nyc and come back after a few years to represent being un-annexed

#essen talks #ch au

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germandrifter · 2 years ago

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I have Wattpad. I'm littlehistorian7.

Ok! Full disclosure, my 1-10 rating system has 5 as the average. 5 is not a low rating, I simply do not hand out 10s easily. This is just my opinion, some may disagree.

A Review of littlehistorian7’s ‘Countryhumans One Shots!’ - Part One: 25/6/2023

Welcome to the Guardians AU

This is just an introduction, listing some of the ships in the book. I have never seen anybody ship Chile x Czechia or Norway x America before, so that is interesting!

There are also two ships between countries (USSR and Finland) and OCs. I don’t normally read things with OCs in it, but I will give it a shot!

7/10 for the introduction, your explanation of what this book was for is clear. Plus, I’m a little biased, I hate long introduction chapters. Yours was nice!

“My Dear Boy…”

The fandom’s favorite hobby: torturing Poland!

The only thing I don’t understand is the USSR treating him relatively well in this story, that does seem to stray from reality. But hey, it’s a story! Things can be different in your universe.

5/10! Sweet concept, although I noticed some paragraphs that should’ve been separated and incorrect grammar that must have slipped past proofreading. I suggest Grammarly or something similar to make your life easier. This is not sponsored, but it’s free and will help you out a little.

“FATHER, NOO!”

This one felt a little rushed in some parts, but I thought it was alright overall. You left it very suspenseful at the end. 5!

Loving fathers and little daughter

My favorite so far! This one was rather cute, and your OC doesn’t seem to be like a Mary Sue. Best of your writing out of the past three, 6/10!

I feel like I may have been hard on you in some parts, and for that I apologize. I’m going to cut it off at three stories for now, but if you ask I’ll happily continue.

Overall Book Score (So far): 5.75

#Countryhumans #Drift reviews #4-6 book score

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A Concerned Friend (Wattpad | Ao3)

A little sneak peek into a book I hope to write on England and the Norman invasion. For @jmysty4.

Alba had been worried about Sasann. Ever since Nòrmandaidh had invaded his country, none of his neighbors had seen him, only heard rumors of what the conquering nation was doing in an attempt to solidify control.

It was concerning, to say the least. Alba worried about what had happened to Sasann and whether the other country was okay. He and Sasann may not have been the closest, but that gave him no reason not to be concerned.

So when he received an invitation to visit Sasann’s new capital, London, and see the man again, Alba jumped at the opportunity. He was eager to check in on his friend and confirm any rumors he had heard.

Things felt different; he noticed that as soon as he entered the city. Maybe it was the new capital, or perhaps it was the people now in charge, but something felt off about this new city.

Alba was anxious.

When he was led into the palace, he was annoyed to find that none of the guards meant to lead him into the throne room spoke Englisċ. Alba didn’t speak Nòrmandaidh’s language, only truly knowing the languages of his neighbors, something he was beginning to realize was a problem.

Nòrmandaidh was his neighbor now. He would have to learn her language now. Alba merely sighed and added it to a mental list as they approached what he presumed to be the throne room in this new palace.

The sight he saw when entering the room was not what he expected. Sasann was not in any place of honor like a countryhuman usually was; rather, he was sitting on the ground beside the throne Nòrmandaidh was on, head bowed.

His wings were gone. Alba had known that, but seeing it was another thing.

Sasann looked so different. He used to be a dragon, full of fire and fight, but now that was gone. His dragon features were gone, the most noticeable piece of his heritage. Replacing them now was a set of lion ears and a tail to match, his flag a faded version of Nòrmandaidh’s.

He looked far too much like her and far too little like the person Alba knew. He hated it.

He seemed too…docile to be the man he knew. That only served to worry Alba further. How had Nòrmandaidh gotten him into this state? How did she win—or force, most likely—the most stubborn man Alba had ever met into kneeling by her side like a servant or slave?

As far as Alba could see, no chains or restraints bound the man to the ground. He kneeled of his own free will—a sign of humiliation and defeat that Alba had never imagined from Sasann.

It might have been a bit offensive, considering the message Nòrmandaidh was clearly trying to send about who was in power, but Alba ignored her, instead facing Sasann. He needed to talk to the man, to see if he was okay, to try to piece together the terrifying picture in front of him.

“It’s good to see you again, Sasann. I hope you’re well,” Alba said. Sasann lifted his head; a tiny spark of the cheerful boy he once knew lit up in Sasann’s eye as he lifted his head, opening his mouth to respond. But before he could say anything, Nòrmandaidh placed her hand on top of his head, and Sasann’s spark went out as his eyes fogged over, head falling as Nòrmandaidh pushed it back down into its bowed position.

Alba felt sick.

“Scoteland, I know that my son was once the countryhuman of this land, but I am in charge now, and you will do well to remember that,” Nòrmandaidh said, surprising Alba with her Englisċ (accented as it was), but also her words. Son? What kind of delusion was this? Alba had known Sasann since the country’s birth, and he had never had a mother.

What was Nòrmandaidh doing?

Alba looked back at Sasann, so still and empty compared to who he used to be. The idea that Nòrmandaidh was able to get him into this state was terrifying. Sasann was stubborn, and he would not have been broken easily.

He would have to find A' Chòrn and see if she knew anything. Whatever Nòrmandaidh had done…it didn’t seem good. Cutting off his wings was terrible enough, but Sasann looked as if he had been drained of everything. Maybe he had.

“Does that mean I cannot say hello to a friend I have not seen in a long while?” Alba asked, lifting his head to make eye contact with Nòrmandaidh. She smiled, revealing a mouth of fangs, the hand petting the lion ears on Sasann’s head.

Alba was not the one being treated like a glorified pet, and yet he couldn’t help but be angry on Sasann’s behalf. How dare she treat another of their kind that way. Nòrmandaidh was the ruling party now, yes, but Sasann was still a countryhuman, and he deserved to be treated like one—not like this, not like some little pet or prize that belonged to Nòrmandaidh.

“It’s not appropriate to ignore your hosting nation in favor of…a child nation who is still learning how the world works,” Nòrmandaidh said.

Child nation? Sasann was well over a hundred, Alba would know. He had been dealing with the man for a long while, but to insult him in that way, to imply that his decades of life meant nothing? Or was this part of Nòrmandaidh’s delusional claim that Sasann was her child, something that was clearly being done in an attempt to justify what she was doing?

Alba couldn’t say he was fond of Nòrmandaidh.

“Sasann is no child. I believe he is close to the same age as you. And he is no ignorant man; he has seen war and plague, and I can vouch, just as anyone else, that he is a mature and…” Alba paused, thinking of another word to describe Sasann, something that captured the essence of who he was, the essence that seemed so drained out of him now. “And fiery man.”

There was a dangerous, annoyed look in Nòrmandaidh’s eyes, but Alba did not let that deter him, choosing instead to look her in the eye, daring her to challenge him.

“Let us continue this discussion outside, shall we?” Nòrmandaidh asked, her claws tangling in Sasann’s hair. Alba looked back at Sasann, whose head had lifted some with Alba’s words. His eyes still seemed foggy and confused, and Alba shuddered to think of what Nòrmandaidh had done to dampen the light from them.

It was clear to Alba that this was being done in an effort to get Alba away from Sasann, a sign that Nòrmandaidh’s control was not as total as she wanted people to think. It was an interesting discovery. That, combined with the tiny spark of life that had been in Sasann’s eyes when Alba entered, gave him hope that buried deep behind…this humiliating display, the man he knew was still in there.

“Why should we? I know that you are not the ruling nation, but Sasann is still here, so he should be able to join our discussion?” Alba asked, trying to get an understanding of her temper, of how far she was willing to push.

“Engleterre doesn’t want to join us, isn’t that right, my son? You don’t want to join us?” Nòrmandaidh asked, a mocking glint in her eye. Sasann remained silent, and Nòrmandaidh’s grin widened before she said something in her language.

Sasann answered, whispered words in a foreign tongue. Alba hated it. Sasann couldn’t have forgotten his own language, but it was clear that he was scared—or reluctant, at least, to acknowledge his native language.

Once again, Alba was left asking why. Why was Sasann behaving this way? What had Nòrmandaidh done to him? Why had this happened?

“You see, Scoteland? My son is okay with it,” Nòrmandaidh said, her tone so mocking as it danced over the words “my son,” and Alba could only imagine what Sasann’s father would have thought of the display.

How had A' Chòrn let this happen? She was Sasann’s beloved antaidh; surely she would be here for him.

Unless, of course, Nòrmandaidh had done something to her to keep her away from Sasann so Nòrmandaidh could humiliate him, maim him, treat him like a pet.

Nòrmandaidh was still petting Sasann’s ears.

“Fine,” Alba begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to leave Sasann behind. But it was clear Nòrmandaidh would push this until she got what she wanted. And maybe, just maybe she would be more open about what she did to Sasann when they were alone.

As they exited the room, Nòrmandaidh turned to a guard, barking orders in her native tongue. The guard walked over to Sasann and pulled the nation to his feet.

Sasann didn’t resist. His head remained bowed. He seemed so…empty. Where had his fire gone?

Anger burned in Alba’s chest, and he did his best to bite his tongue, not wanting to risk making anything worse for Sasann. He didn’t know what Nòrmandaidh was doing to him, but Alba was not going to make it worse, not when he still needed to talk to Sasann and A' Chòrn and figure out what had happened.

Even if he couldn’t do anything, Alba wanted to be aware of what Nòrmandaidh’s ambitions and methods were, for if she came for him, Alba did not want to be broken by her.

He refused to end up like Sasann, as sympathetic as he was towards the poor man. Alba did not want to end up kneeling on the floor beside the woman who conquered him as she treated him like a pet.

Alba would never let that happen to him.

“If I ask what you did to Sasann, would you answer truthfully?” Alba asked. Nòrmandaidh smiled.

“I did nothing to him. He has decided himself that this is his place in the world. All I have given him is a new home and family,” she insisted, something mocking in her voice as she said so.

“A' Chòrn is his family. Where is she now?” Alba asked. Nòrmandaidh tilted her head.

“Who is that?” she asked. Alba kept his mouth shut. Whatever Nòrmandaidh did to Sasann, Alba was not going to be responsible for him doing the same to A’ Chòrn.

“If you don’t know, clearly you don’t know Sasann as well as you claim to,” Alba said. Nòrmandaidh scowled, a growl building in her throat.

“I have made my son a better person, a better personification. I know him better than anyone, alive or dead. You do not live with him as I do, and therefore, you cannot claim to know him or what is best for him,” Nòrmandaidh said.

“You cut off his wings. You cannot claim to be helping him when you took away something he always held so dear. Nothing made that man happier than that,” Alba said, careful to keep his voice even as he turned his back to Nòrmandaidh, slowly walking away and making her follow him.

“I am helping him. And I did not cut off his wings. That happened as a result of the battle in which he tried to resist by aid,” Nòrmandaidh said. Alba scoffed. Did Nòrmandaidh really believe what she said, or did she just say this in an attempt to buy Alba’s loyalty, to pull his support from Sasann?

“Why is all this about you? You never mention Sasann or his wishes, just what you are doing,” Alba said.

“My son knows I am helping him, and he has been very eager to improve, to be better. If you insist that he is better off in the unhappy state he was in when I took him in, then you are not someone my son should be around,” Nòrmandaidh snapped, her voice a low, angry growl.

“The Sasann I knew was happy, even if you refuse to see that!” Alba snapped, angry. How could she do this to someone and call it right, call it just? How could she do that?

“Scoteland, I recommend you leave our country now before you get into more trouble,” Nòrmandaidh said.

“And if I don’t?” Alba challenged. Nòrmandaidh smirked.

“You care for my son, don’t you? Don’t you want him to be safe and free from harmful influences?” she asked.

It wasn’t a direct threat, but it was well-implied. If Alba stayed, if he continued to push things, Nòrmandaidh would make things worse for Sasann.

Alba hated it, but he would have to leave. He couldn’t make things worse.

“Fine,” Alba said unhappily, “But I will stay aware of what is happening with Sasann. I still care for him, you know?”

Nòrmandaidh’s grin was wild and dangerous.

“Of course, Alba. I look forward to our next meeting.”

Glancing back to the door that led into the room Sasann was once in, Alba sighed, taking himself back to his home.

He couldn’t do anything now. Hopefully, with time, he could help Sasann.

Hopefully.

#countryhumans #historical countryhumans #oneshots by weird #countryhumans england #countryhumans scotland #countryhumans normandy

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