#ch uk

[countryhumans-trash]

Foreshortening is a bitch lol

Action poses!!!!!

[glitchy-meowy]

Uk design, France design and a FrUk drawing of my sister's designs of them :3

First one made in: 2023

Other two made in 2024

[foxyfexyll]

countryhumans art from when i thought pinterest was a social media site ;-;

ukraine inspo (x), east asia ych (x), “family picnic” (x)

[masked-cryptid-art]

[shadythedark7]

🇬🇧👑United Kingdom 👑🇬🇧

[ask-the-countryhumans]

Oi Brit, Is it True that your chips are called :ahem: crispity crunchy munchie crackerjack snacker nibbler snap crack n pop westpoolchestershireshire queen's jovely jubily delights? 

“See..This is why I have to take so many breaks from you humans, you all are so…so weird.” The UK said in utter confusion.

[nyeobium]

POV: you suddenly decided to force everyone to call you "the land of the aryans" in the middle of ww2(you didn't take anyone's side)

[k1ng0k]

Smile!

[clicks-b0mb]

Twister

That moment when you find your two dads playing Twister 😟

[humanized-nonhumans]

honestly I’m not a big fan of rusame, but fraUK… well…

I see you are a person of culture

LOL yeah. They absolutely hate each other fs but I think the idea of them still dating or marrying is really funny

[geisterland]

really wanted to draw west so here’s some doodles :3

[httpsestia]

this is them in my vision wow

[adaydreamingseagull]

We haven't seen them fight for the championship in years

[vanessalocke]

Well if I join CHs fandom this is my France and Britain design

[chelemlem]

about 500w of a random nothing prequel to this. (814 + r63 + implied infidelity)

The great thing about being young, dumb, and you know, Jenson winks, is that it's socially acceptable to excuse herself from all the schmoozing and shoulder-rubbing to sneak the odd ciggie with the servers. 

Back by the venue kitchens halfway into one of these things is where she finds Oscar: plonked on a wooden crate, phone in hand.

Maybe it's the peachy champagne from before, but Lando's limbs feel loose enough to pitch forward, perching her chin on Oscar's shoulder. Mm. Clean and cheap — some kind of citrus soap. 

"Whatcha hiding out here for?"

Oscar, to her credit, takes it in stride. 

"Not hiding. Just, uh. Quali's on."

Why bother? Obviously Verstappen's taking it. Oscar wrinkles her nose in an ehh gesture, screen angled so Lando can watch too. "Dunno, Red Bull are pretty shit around Marina Bay."

Are they, though? Then again, Oscar still backs Ricciardo out of some vague sense of patriotism, so maybe she's not the best judge of wheel.

"Bet you only fancy him 'cause he seems like he's hung," she says accusingly, and Oscar fucking. Creases in silent laughter. Huh, easy crowd. 

With her mouth open, Lando can see how the top line of her teeth dip low in the middle. A bunny rabbit. 

Ugh, fine. She has nothing better to do, and Oscar seems like a marginally more interesting time than the other models and heiresses inside. A proper little athlete. Might as well.

It turns out to be quite a long time, them sitting here. Like, two missed calls from her brother long. Nothing important. He's just in town on business and wants to do lunch. On the cusp of closing some deal that would make even Jense's eyes water.

"I have three sisters," Oscar offers. They have their backs to opposite walls, legs extended. Lando isn't really tipsy anymore, but she still kind of has this insane urge to close the gap, press her ankle along the exposed square of Oscar's instep. Are those Tommy? Fuck's sake.

"Mm. And you're the oldest?"

Oscar blinks. "Is it obvious?" 

"Bit, yeah."

Seems like a pain, honestly. There's a reason Lando's parents let her get away with everything — because they have Oliver to cushion the fall. Everyone agrees she'll probably land an MRS degree before an MBA. 

Oscar smiles, a tad wry. "Bet they're glad you're still making connections, though."

"Whad'you mean?" Lando says, shuttering. The back of her neck feels warm. Fucking—is she being slut-shamed right now?

Oscar shifts on the floor, looking for the first time: uncomfortable. "Isn't that why you're here?"

Uh. Lando is here because she'd wanted to date a MotoGP rider growing up and Jenson is the next-to-next best thing. Specifically here, in this greasy produce cellar with Webber's little girlfriend, though? Well.

"Fuck if I know, mate." 

Oscar snorts, her shoulders going lax. She starts to say something else when Lando uncrosses her legs, uncomfy from the sweat building behind her knees. The cream satin hitches up, baring a triangle of thigh that draws Oscar's gaze like a condemned moth to flame. Her mouth snaps shut.

Their eyes lock. Only for a second — but it's enough. 

Enough for Lando to pause and consider. And smile. 'Kay then.

Everything after that is a bit of a blur. 

[ask-the-countryhumans]

UK what’s your opinion on your adopted son America? Many people show it like you hate him (which honestly I don’t blame you America is very annoying, countryhuman not country), is this true?

“I have…A mixed opinion on him. To say the least. I could say the same thing. That’s he’s an irresponsible, arrogant annoying little parasite. But the thing is, he knows that. He knows people dislike him yet still need him and uses that to his advantage. He’s…Smart in that way. And I admittedly admire him for that. It doesn’t mean I like him, but I don’t think he really cares about what I think…”