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Ну-ну...
#countryhumans#ch#ch usa#ch ussr#usa countryhumans#countryhumans ussr#bapadabappp#ahh... I really should do something with that lil pest's design#Yes... I'll try to work on it a little bit#hmhmhm#fanart#art#my art#Spotify
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Kailasa el país que no es país😎👌✨
#countryhumans#ch#memes#doble d#usa#ch usa#texas#ch texas#chile#ch chile#perú#ch perú#Kailasa#ch kailasa#ecuador#ch ecuador#colombia#ch colombia#venezuela#ch venezuela#guyana#ch guyana#America#texas FREEEEEEDOM#revolución de texas#FREEEEEDOM#toque de queda en ecuador#venezuela vs guyana#kailasa infiltrado#revolucion de texas
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silly little drawing I made of west germany and USA to try and get back into the drawing headspace
#countryhumans#ch west germany#ch usa#changing the brush helped a little so let’s see if it’ll do me good in the long run
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I've decided to give this app a try again lol gonna post my countryhumans art here mostly because.. well, why not?
#countryhumans#countryhumans japan#neko#neko girl#catgirl#art#drawing#ibispaintx#ibispaintx art#countryhumans america#countryhumans usa#ameripan#design#character design#countryhumans art#countryhumans drawing#japan x america#ch japan#ch usa#ch america#ch ameripan#america x japan
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(old) really old caname doodles part 3
them cutie pies
(they aren't related, please don't interpret or make jokes about that)
#artists on twitter#countryhumans#countryhumans america#countryhumans canada#countryhumans usa#ch america#ch canada#ch usa#caname#ship art#doodles#art
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countryhumans art from when i thought pinterest was a social media site ;-;
ukraine inspo (x), east asia ych (x), “family picnic” (x)
#oughh i was such a dummy in this fandom blorbifying countries#drawing imperial japan. toeing the swastika with an x. infantilizing poland. i was a young’n ive grown prommy#vex draws#my art#doodles#countryhumans#countryhumans art#ch philippines#ch germany#ch poland#ch ukraine#ch north korea#ch south korea#ch japan#ch uk#ch usa#ch canada#ch new zealand#ch australia#sorry#head in hands
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[📱] —· «INTERNET IS MY HOME.»
I won't,
hurt you,
unless,
you cheat.
🗣️: I love Spencer of the USA
I like Spencer because their job is to distract people, they come to your house and make you focus on them and not what you were doing or where you're supposed to be (kinda a representation of how entertainment is a distraction from the real world and real world issues) But ofc entertainment isn't just comedy, it can be drama
Action, suspense And all of that goes into Spencer's films, which they influence ofc
Onto the controller chaos part, the government Spencer works for the government as a method of distraction
They distract people People that the government targets
When the government wants to hide something, Spencer gives them some extra time by distracting the population
And I love that Anyway I always imagined Spencer as your typical "how do you do fellow kids?"
But instead of being up to date with the latest trends and failing miserably
They are never up to date, they're always one year late
When the ideal body is that of a skinny blonde and next year it's a moderately sized tan- That year Spencer does what happened last year
So whatever they do, they're always behind the trends
Which is kinda sad given their YouTube channel is literally one of the only things they choose to do
Spencer doesn't really want to distract, but it's their job
They just want to entertain
👤: Spencer of the USA
Tags!
#countryhumans#country#countryhumans art#sketches#america#countryhuman#ch usa#underrlume unitedstates countryhumans countryhuman usacountryhumans americacountryhumans countryhumansamerica countryhumansusa
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Don’t be a coward.
France x America
This gives me an excuse to put my fic abt them here!
Context My France and America aren’t related like most other peoples hcs bc I’m an annoying contrarian
And I find the will they won’t they dynamic, friendly flirting between them a way funner dynamic, they aren’t together but they’re definitely at least a little into each other even if they won’t act on it
UK hates it bc hes hopelessly in love with france even tho she DOES NOT like him in the slightest like at all, like 0% like he is NEVER GONNA WIN HER EVER
Okay? Okay time for the bad fanfic now <3
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Already the UK found this party atmosphere stifling, being a literal demon from hell usually had its perks but being the only who couldn’t get drunk wasn’t one of them. And god he wished he could drink away the sight before him.
“Oh Amé! You look ridiculous! Do you even know how to wear a tux properly? I swear the only thing you even know how to wear are those ugly sunglasses!” France teased.
“Ugly? Oh now you’re just insulting my poor heart! It’s very fragile, you know?” America said, feigning offense.
“Oh I bet, is that why you can’t even button your shirt properly?” France said as she went close to fix America’s clothes herself.
“Well if you have so many opinions maybe you should just dress me yourself?” America told her with a wink.
“Maybe I should, you’d look a lot better.”
“Oh so I already do look good?”
“Oh don’t flatter yourself, god knows your ego is big enough.” France laughed as she handed America a pocket mirror. “There we go, you look a million times better!”
“Well look at that! I guess ya have some talent!” America said as he looked at himself with France’s mirror.
“Don’t push your luck with me.”
“Oo scary! You could kill me that with that stare!” America teased.
“I hope I can, wipe that smug smile off your face for once!”
“Can’t help it with that priceless reaction of yours Frenchy! Why don’t I get you another glass of wine as a thank you gift? Hm?”
“Oh now you’re just trying to bribe me!” France scoffed.
“I didn’t hear a no!”
“Oh shut up! Hurry up, I don’t like waiting you know? Better make it two, as an apology for having to deal with you.”
“You got it baby!”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Can’t hear you, getting your wine!” America called out as he goes off to get France her wine. UK could have sworn he saw her smile a little.
As America went over to the bar he could see the UK glaring at him. “Woah, what’s with the scary look old man?” He asked.
“You did that on purpose didn’t you?”
“Did what?”
“Dress all ridiculous! You were trying to get her attention, that’s cheap even for you!” The UK said bitterly.
“Uh? Duh? It worked didn’t it? You sound angry man!” America almost immediately realized what was going on though. Surprising, for him. “Ohh right, you’re like really into France aren’t you? Oh you must’ve been pretty pissed huh? Ha! Oh man, I was wondering why you were creep-watching us you weirdo!” He laughed.
“You’re not funny.”
“She doesn’t think so! Oh don’t look at me like that, I’m not gonna do anything like THAT. I ain’t into French girls.” America said nonchalantly.
“So what’s even the point?”
“Uh? Because I’m a grown ass man who can do whatever the hell he wants. Plus knowing it pisses you makes me wanna do it even more? Maybe I should sleep with her now honestly….Relax! Relax! Stop death glaring at me I’m only kidding!”
“What the hell does she even see in you? You’re a mess!” The UK exclaimed.
“A hot, funny, charming mess! That’s my appeal! Sorry to say but most women aren’t into sad bitter old men dude.” America said.
“I can be charming!”
“Can you though? I mean even Germany can get a date and he’s not even into that crap!” America said, he looked back at France who looked like she was getting impatient. “Ah shit! Gotta run, look man, instead of sitting here brooding and watching us like a weirdo, try to do something! Or I dunno, maybe try getting with someone else cause she is INTO me!” He laughed as he left with the wine.
UK growled seeing them talking, but the twat’s words did kick in, probably wasn’t a good idea to keep staring at him, if he was gonna get France’s attention be was gonna have to try harder…
But for now the sight of them together was making him sick enough to leave, tomorrow though? He’d make sure that American stood no chance against him.
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Basically UK gets cucked, the fic! Not that great but I haven’t written ch stuff in a bit so shhhhh
#rei says stuff#ask#my writing#fanfiction#ch america#ch usa#countryhumans#countryhuman#ch france#countryhumans america#countryhuman america#countryhumans france#countryhuman france#long post
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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)
#countryhumans#ch france#ch ussr#ch china#ch turkiye#ch canada#ch usa#ch uk#ch iran#historically inaccurate#partly historically inaccurate...#nylonium art#nylonium pieces#nylonium comic#nyeo's style
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USA throughout the decades…his facial hair will be missed
Bonus:
buzz lightyear jumpscare
#kingok art#countryhumans#ch#countryhumans USA#countryhumans America#countryhumans ussr#countryhumans soviet union#buzz lightyear
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America and Canada taking a photo together ^_^ with and with no drawn cat filter
#countryhumans#countryhumans art#countryhumans america#countryhumans usa#countryhumans united states of america#countryhumans united states#countryhumans canada#geldoodles#a lazy one#assignments are flooding in#I'm planning to make a doodle page of chs using this exact brush style soon#but have this silly thing for now
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I love my favorites being pathetic pieces of shit btw.
He’s so stupid
#countryhumans#countryhumans art#country humans#art#countryhumans america#digital art#countryhumans usa#artists on tumblr#chgc’s art#im sorry this just came to me in a dream I needed it draw#he’s so 100% in those ‘USA being the most pathetic ch for 10 mins & 7 seconds’ bc LOOK AR HIM 😭😭#I need to draw more of these for this hypothetical thing#America being pathetic for 10 minutes and 7 seconds!#!i want this hyoerfixation to go away!!!!#!!!!!!!!!@$%^tsiydnal tjgr
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🌭hotdougheussj
Skedoodles bapapap
#i have nothing to do#I mean I do have something#but im lazy#ugh#anyway#countryhumans#ch#ch america#countryhumans usa#angy bbg#😒💅💅💅#my art#sketch
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lil shout out to my pal! she’s cool. has only written like three short stories but when she makes something it’s worth reading.
i dont have polled yet so
The Death of West; The Life of East
(A/N: I'll write something cheerful one day.
But that day.
Is not today. :D)
"EJ?"
That voice. He couldn't get himself to place it. It was too fuzzy. Too drowned out by the ringing in his ears.
"East...? Are you alright?"
He looked at the speaker, but his vision was blurred. He couldn't make anything out but smudges of color.
He leaned against the doorway (Doorway? Wasn't he at the cliffs?) for support as he tried to calm down and take a deep breath, but he was too choked up to manage anything.
What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he breathe? Why couldn't he stop shaking? Why was his face wet? Was he crying? He didn't cry.
A worried Connecticut put down the muddy shoe he was cleaning and approached the distressed colony standing in the front door.
"What happened?" He asked, thoroughly concerned as he guided his little brother to a chair, "Where's West?"
West. West was just with him, where did he go?
East Jersey thought back and tried to recall.
He remembered going with West to Elias Green's tavern an hour and a half ago.
Then they were thrown out thirty minutes later for... EJ got into an argument with Abner, right? It broke into a fight? West got involved and tried to break the two up. Elias thought he was joining in, so he threw all three of them out before they destroyed anything.
EJ was livid. He wanted to get some fresh air and clear his head, so he asked WJ to come with him to the...
Oh God, East's eyes widened as his face paled, The Palisades.
The final memories came rushing back to him;
West agreed to come. The two were talking. Joking around. Goofing off and walking by the edge. The sun was setting.
East was in the lead, ranting about the fight and how he was sorry for dragging his twin into it.
West was listening, saying it wasn't a big deal, and then... he cried out. EJ thought he was joking, since the two often did that to try to scare one another, but when he turned around to give his twin an incredulous look, he was... gone.
And that's when East heard the impact of the fall.
He made himself look over the edge, and... and...
East hung his head and sobbed. He killed his brother.
He killed his brother. It was his fault.
If he just sucked up his bitterness and went home with West, none of this would of happened.
If he was simply more mature about the argument and walked away to enjoy his night, none of this would of happened.
If he never suggested to go to Elias's in the first place, none of this would of—
"...East."
That uneasy voice. Those footsteps. The shoes entering his field of vision. None of them were Connecticut's. They belonged to someone else.
Someone who started feeling distressed the second West fell, despite being oblivious to the entire situation. Someone who felt that unexplainable despair three times before.
Eyes overflowing with tearful remorse, EJ looked up to his father.
"...Vader, I... West..." East choked out, "H... He's..."
EJ trailed off and let out a shuddering breath. The colony couldn't even bear the thought of saying it, much less get it out. He dreaded the words too much. He couldn't do it. It would make everything... real.
He didn't want it to be.
Luckily, he didn't have to. His shred of an answer confirmed Roanoke's fears.
The retired colony crouched down by his son and gently wiped his tears with a trembling hand, not noticing his own starting to fall freely in silence.
After a long moment, he found his ability to speak.
"...I know," Roanoke admitted, broken voice scarcely above a whisper, "I... I felt it..."
EJ tried his hardest to fight down his sobs. He failed. It wasn't long until he was on his knees and crying into his dad's shirt, clinging to him as if letting go would make him disappear into the wind.
Roanoke sat on the floor and wrapped his arms around East in a tight hug, bowing his head and shaking with his own cries as he held his mourning son close.
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Roanoke stood watching from a distance, pulled to the side by Kingdom of England.
He was shaky and as pale as a ghost, rueful eyes tinted red from prior tears while his kingdom spoke to him in hushed tones with a cold expression.
It looked almost as if England was lecturing him. As if Roanoke was a bratty child needing a stern talking-to, instead of being the mourning parent in need of comfort he was.
Connecticut looked away. It hurt to watch. It's not like the view of West Jersey's freshly covered grave in front of him felt any better to observe, but there was nothing he could do to help his father in that situation. As an English colony, he'd only make it worse. Connecticut could only listen while England grieved his grandson in his own screwed up way by blaming his son.
"An accident? I couldn't care less about it being an 'accident.' I care about you keeping my grandchildren alive!"
"I... I care about that, too!" The other argued, "You know I do! More than anything—!"
England cut Roanoke off by jerking his hand up, earning a wince from his son before he motioned to a distant hill covered in poppies, decorated by a single carefully crafted gravestone.
He then jerked his hand in the other direction, towards a perfectly lovely spot under a large willow tree. Or at least a spot that seemed perfectly lovely, until you see the tombstone marked with the lifespan of nine years.
Finally, he pointed to a garden about fourty yards away, yet another tombstone peaking through the flowers.
Popham, Saybrook, and New Haven.
"Then start acting like it, Ro. It's a simple task! It's incredible how easy it is for you to mess things up!" England snapped, glowering, "I can't believe how irresponsible you are! Without me, the rest of your children would of been in the ground years ago."
"I..."
"You, what?"
"It wasn't my..." Roanoke continued, seeming unsure if he believed his own words, "I don't see how this is my fau—"
"Of course it's your fault! Who else is there to blame? The cliff? East?"
Connecticut glanced to the twin of the deceased beside him, feeling a sting of sadness at East's cringe of guilt.
Without a word, East Jersey's older brother took his hand and guided him away from the one-sided argument, the sounds of England convincing their father he was to blame growing distant.
He was a little happy New York wasn't listening. Connecticut wasn't sure if he could've held him back from fighting with England, a scenario that would've worsened Roanoke's situation.
Instead, the spitfire of a colony was comforting New Netherland— Connecticut, New York, and the Jerseys' own mother— as she adorned her late son's resting place with flowers. At least, he was trying to. The retired Dutch colony was justifiably inconsolable.
Once the gravesite, weeping mother, and arguing relatives were out of view and earshot, East... Province of New Jersey yanked his arm out of Connecticut's grasp.
"...East—"
"I'm fine," New Jersey snapped, rubbing his wrist, "You don't need to worry about me like a mother hen. I know what I did, there's no use in ignoring it."
"It wasn't your fault," Connecticut insisted, "You know how Grandfather gets, he was just going off on a tangent and spewing bull—"
"I'm not say it was Father's fault, I'm saying it was mine."
"That's not what I—"
"Then shut up!" New Jersey hissed, "Just... leave me alone!"
"Ea—"
New Jersey held his hand up with a glare, silencing Connecticut before turning and storming away.
"East, please—"
New Jersey shoved between and past Massachusetts and Rhode Island, who were walking side by side in Connecticut's direction.
"The hell...?" Rhode Island muttered, glancing behind him, "Why's he so livid all of a sudden? What happened, River?"
"I... " Connecticut replied, feeling lost, "...I think I ticked him off?"
"How?"
"I don't... know."
Rhode Island seemed unsatisfied with the poor excuse of an answer.
"...Well," RI reasoned, "There had to be something—"
"Or nothing," Massachusetts finished calmly, straightening the sleeve New Jersey messed up when bumping into him.
His younger half-brothers looked to him, eyes imploring him to elaborate.
"He's... His temper is a little unruly today," Massachusetts went on, "He yelled at me over putting his shoes in his room instead of leaving them by the back door this morning."
"Yell?" Rhode Island asked incredulously, "Are you sure? East never yells about trivial things like that."
"He... has a lot on his mind. For him to have to see West... to see... Lord Almighty, I couldn't imagine..."
Massachusetts trailed off, but the others understood.
"He's..." Rhode Island spoke up after a brief pause, "He'll be fine, right?"
"...Grief comes in many different ways for everyone," The Bay Colony explained, "At the moment, East's way is anger. Just... give him some space. He doesn't really want to offend or hurt you. He's just... getting over something. We all are. Be patient with him."
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Patience. That can get used up quickly.
Everyone tried their best to stay patient with Jersey. Many tried to comfort him to no avail, so they resorted to walking on eggshells around him while he mourned.
For the days that followed, everyone fought down the urge to hold a grudge with him when he lashed out. The weeks that followed were designed with the same pattern. Then the months. Then the year...
It wasn't long until the one and a half years mark struck, when someone's well of patience finally dried up.
"Can you please shut the hell up already!?" New York exclaimed, shooting up from his seat and slamming the table, "We get it! You're a total ass! Now eat your damn porridge before I do everyone a favor and shove it down your throat!"
After he broke the ice, one by one, the colonies slowly stopped spending all their patience on New Jersey.
"It's been months. I really don't think he's mourning anymore... I'm starting to think he's simply gotten used to walking all over us," Rhode Island ranted to Delaware, "I'm sick of letting him. He's fine, probably more than fine with the way we've been inflating his ego."
In truth, New Jersey wasn't alright. At all.
He still tormented himself over West Jersey's death. He hasn't had a single good night's sleep since it happened. He was still angry. Mostly at himself, but his self-hatred seeped into the way he interacted with others. By the time he realized what he was doing and reigned it in, it was too late.
His siblings looked at him differently, and not in the good way. Whenever he approached one of them, they seemed prepared for an argument. Every time he tried to show some kindness, they were suspicious.
Whether they realized it or not, they treated him like he was a terrible person. It didn't take much for him to start believing them.
He didn't feel like East Jersey anymore. He felt like some sort of irredeemable monster.
Maybe that's all he can be.
He was tired of trying to prove them wrong.
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"There's no way."
"There is! I swear, that's what Massachusetts said!"
"Then I want what Mass is smoking," North Dakota joked, cutting vegetables for dinner, "Jers was never cuddly, even when he was a colony."
"How do you know?" South Dakota retorted, putting some bread in the oven, "You weren't alive when he was a colony."
"Because I asked Georgia. She says he's always been the same."
Connecticut listened to the two as he washed a couple recently used measuring cups, back facing them.
It was odd for him to remember pre-1702 New Jersey. He was a totally different person back then, one Georgia never got to know. She was born in 1732, thirty years after the Garden State's jarring personality shift.
He almost wanted to speak up and explain that to the Dakotas, but he knew they wouldn't believe him. None of the younger states ever did.
He guessed it was a little unimaginable to them, to think that the quickest to anger state they knew their entire lives was once one of the most huggable people in the world.
Connecticut glanced out the kitchen window above the sink, getting lost in his thoughts as he watched New Jersey weed his garden.
He missed the brothers he lost in 1702. Both of them.
After a moment of zoning out, a tap on his arm brought him back to reality.
"Uhm... Uncle Nutmeg?" Central Jersey asked, timidly pointing to the measuring cup in Connecticut's hand, "It's clean now. You don't have to keep rinsing it."
"Oh! Right," Connecticut realized sheepishly, handing the kitchenware to the self-appointed dish dryer, "Sorry CJ."
The kid hummed happily as he finished drying the measuring cup, placing it in it's drawer.
"All done!" He smiled, "Is there anything else I can do to help?"
Connecticut turned off the faucet and shook his head.
"Nope! That's it," CT said, ruffling the little one's hair, "Thanks for the help!"
Central Jersey gave a little laugh at the hair ruffling, filling Connecticut with a sense of nostalgia.
A scene of East and West Jersey giggling the same way played in his mind. They were about Central's age at the time, helping Connecticut take care of the horses. After a couple hours of work, the two proudly went up to him and declared that they were done. He remembered thanking them with a grin before reaching out and ruffling the two rascals' hair.
The bittersweet memory sent a pang of longing through Connecticut's heart. He missed them. He missed them so much.
Having Central Jersey around was a blessing for everyone, in that regard. He was just like his father when he was his age. It helped... stifle the pain, a little. CJ helped patch up whatever holes the Jersey twins left behind in everybody's hearts.
Speaking of which...
"Central! I didn't know you were dropping by today!"
Central's eyes widened at the sound of America's voice, spinning around and rushing into his grandpa's outstretched arms for a hug.
"I thought you were out today!" The boy exclaimed, hugging the tall country.
"Out of my mind? Probably. Out of the house? Nope!" America grinned, "So, what brings you into our neck of the woods?"
"Mom has some work to take care of tonight, so she's picking me up tomorrow morning!"
"Ah, so she dropped you off with your old man?"
"She...! She... dropped me off with my old man," Central Jersey agreed, excitement seeming a little dampened at the mention of his dad.
America exchanged a knowing glance with Connecticut.
"Have you seen him yet?"
Central Jersey hesitantly shook his head, "...I don't think he'd want to see me."
"...Aw, c'mon. I'm sure that's not—"
New Jersey opened the kitchen door and kicked his muddy boots off, trudging in with a basket of tomatoes. He placed them on the counter and turned around to go back out to the garden.
America cleared his throat.
New Jersey paused, hand hovering over the doorknob. He gave an annoyed, drawn-out sigh as he turned around, "What did I do this—?"
He stopped short and stared at Central Jersey.
"His mother," America answered, motioning to CJ, "You did his mother this time."
CJ offered a small wave.
An awkward silence fell upon the group.
"...Heyyy, CJ," New Jersey eventually greeted, seeming extremely uncomfortable, "How's it... going?"
"I'm... alright," Central Jersey smiled shyly, "You?"
"Fine, fine. Just... screwing around. And... stuff. So, your mom's still alive?"
"Uhm... Yes?"
"Ah. Cool, cool. That's... that's always nice..." New Jersey slowly opened the door, "Well... I'm gonna go. Seedlings don't water themselves. It was... nice seeing you."
"Yeah... It... It was nice seeing you too. I love—!"
New Jersey practically slammed the door on his way out.
"...You."
North Dakota crept up beside Central Jersey and wrapped an arm around him.
"Hey, kiddo," She started gently, "How about we let Dak finish up in the kitchen, and we can go see if anyone's up for a card game?"
Central Jersey's eyes lit up at the thought, "Cards Against Humanity?"
"I really shouldn't be letting someone your age play— Aw hell, why not? Everyone needs a bad influence in their life. Cards Against Humanity."
The two strolled away giddily, off to play a game Utah definitely banned from family game night.
Connecticut and South Dakota looked to their father.
"...I know, I'm... I'll go talk to him," America sighed, "Being a deadbeat father is a job for England, not a job for one of my sons."
With that, United States left through the door New Jersey just slammed.
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"What was that?"
"A basket of tomatoes," New Jersey mumbled, not looking up from his weeding, "They're fruits. Italians worship them. You might recognize them from pizza sauce?"
"That's not what I meant and you know it."
New Jersey bit his lip and continued weeding, trying to ignore the presence of his father.
"...New Jersey."
"I'm busy."
"Jersey."
"Not now."
"Jers."
"I have to get these—"
"East.”
New Jersey froze.
"..." He stood up and brushed himself off, "...There's a name I haven't heard in awhile."
America followed New Jersey as he attempted to escape to the garden shed, "Why are you so against being there for Central?"
"I'm not... against it."
"Then why aren't you?"
New Jersey grabbed a watering can and trudged out of the shed, "...It's complicated."
"It's your son."
NJ turned on the hose.
"Unfortunately..." New Jersey muttered after the watering can was full, shutting off the hose and trudging to a group of seedlings.
America's eye twitched. He snatched the watering can from New Jersey and set it down beside him firmly, slapping NJ's hand away from it when he tried to reach for it.
New Jersey slowly withdrew his hand and looked down, not meeting America's eyes.
"Do you hear yourself right now?" America snapped, "What the hell is wrong with you? Inside that house is a kid who loves you more than anything, despite you not giving him a single damn reason to! All he wants is to have you in his life! If you keep this up, that's going to change."
"F%>k, I hope so."
"What the hell is wrong with you? You love him, don't you?"
New Jersey eyed the watering can in silence.
"...You love him," America tried again, attempting to control his frustration, "Don't you?"
"...Shut up."
"Jersey—"
"Shut the hell up!"
"You don't have to—!"
"I love him more than anything on this earth, dammit!"
"Then why—?"
"Because he doesn't need me! Because I'm the kind of person I want staying the hell away from him! Because I'd screw him the f%+k up! I'd ruin his life!" New Jersey exclaimed, "He doesn't need to know the... the monster of a person his dad is! I couldn't bear the thought of burdening someone as wonderful as him with me!"
America, taken aback by New Jersey's outburst, stayed silent in surprise.
"Lord, imagine if I actually influenced him? Imagine if he grew up to be like me?" New Jersey shook his head, full-on ranting now, "I couldn't live with that. He can't— He can't! I love him, dammit! I want to keep egotistical, selfish, awful, br— brother-murdering assholes away from him! I want to keep myself away—!"
America reached out to his distressed son, "...Jer—"
"I love him, I do! I'm so proud of him and everything he does! It— It hurts, having to stay away from him like this, but it has to be done! I don't deserve him! I'm- I'm irredeemable! Everyone knows this! This is all I can b—!"
America pulled New Jersey into a tight hug.
The Garden State trembled like a leaf in the wind, but made no moves to free himself.
"Th... This is all I—" He choked out, "All I can..."
"No. That's not— That's never been true, Jersey," America denied, gently rubbing NJ's back as he cried.
"You're— You're lying," New Jersey stuttered, "It's— It's always been... Since..."
"...Since when?" America asked gently, "How long have you felt...?"
"Since— Since I killed West..."
Oh Lord. West's death was 320 years ago.
America felt like an absolute idiot for not noticing sooner.
Was he really too wrapped up in getting over England's accusations to realize that he might not be the only one feeling guilty?
"You didn't... kill West."
"I did."
"Did you push him off?"
New Jersey's eyes widened, "No, of course not!"
"So he fell off by himself? With no outside interference?"
New Jersey nodded.
"So you didn't kill him?"
"Ye— No!"
"Let's say, hypothetically, Michigan invited Ohio on a walk. On the way, Ohio tripped and fell into a pit of piranhas and was completely consumed, bones and all—"
"That's morbid, Dad."
"—Was it Michigan's fault?"
"Michigan probably put the piranhas there for revenge."
"Assuming he didn't, did he murder Ohio?"
"...No."
"So, when West Jersey fell; it wasn't your fault."
"That's different."
"How?"
"It just... is?"
"..."
"...Shut up."
"I didn't say anything."
"I can feel your stupid eyes judging me. Listen, if it wasn't my fault, who's was it?"
"...Nobody's," America sighed, "Sometimes, bad things happen, and as much as you hate it; there's no one to blame."
"I don't... That doesn't sound right."
"I know," America admitted, "But it's true."
"So what?" New Jersey huffed, "Let's say I didn't kill West, that doesn't change the fact that I'm a total piece of—"
"Hey! Don't talk about my son that way."
New Jersey's eye roll was almost audible.
"Like it or not Jers, you're redeemable," America decided confidently.
"Redemption?" New Jersey gave a mirthless laugh, "Please, I haven't even been able to get my grief about something that happened over three centuries ago to shrink."
"Grief doesn't... shrink."
"...What?"
"Trust me, it never does. It... It stays the same size forever. Life just grows around it."
"Life just... grows around it?" New Jersey looked up to America, "How can I make it do that?"
"I think... Therapy. Therapy might be a good start for you."
New Jersey snorted.
"What? I'm serious!"
New Jersey studied America's face.
"...Really?" He asked incredulously, "You're serious?"
"As the plague."
"Which one?"
America shrugged, "Any of them, pick your favorite."
"Black Death."
"Sure, I'm as serious as the bubonic plague."
"You..." New Jersey hesitated, realizing that America wasn't joking, "Really think it'll help, don't you?"
His father nodded, "I do, Jersey. I really do."
"Then... Maybe... For you, I'll... For— For Central, I'll..."
"It'll be okay, Jers. You'll be okay."
New Jersey nodded and took a deep breath.
"Alright," He said, giving a small, hopeful smile, "I'll go."
#Eve’s cool#And so is her writing#Countryhumans#statehumans#countryhumans america#countryhumans usa#ch america#ch usa#ch england#Countryhumans England#Statehumans new jersey#sh new jersey#Statehumans west jersey#sh west jersey#?
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Clone High as Tarot Cards
Today: Abraham Lincoln as The Tower & Justice
"Noooo mannnn what do you mean all Tower readings are negative?? ... Ok I have an idea but let it be known that I disagree with all them easily findable quotes by so-called "fans" who don't get it... In better news that Lincoln statue in Tijuana goes so hard!!"
#clone high#ch abe lincoln#clone high abe#abraham lincoln#usa#tarot cards#tarot#major arcana#tarot the tower#tarot justice#AAAA THIS FEELS TERRIBLE#but let it be known its stylized to a storyboard#this is the new writters opinions and such not me#NOT ME CAUSE I LOVE ABE HE'S COOL AND EPIC
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(old) really old caname doodles part 2
these ones are slightly better i think (still a bit cringe)
(they aren’t related, please don’t interpret or make jokes about that)
#artists on twitter#countryhumans#countryhumans america#countryhumans canada#countryhumans usa#ch america#ch canada#ch usa#caname#ship art#doodles#art
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