#countryhuman second reich

[germanfamily]

[ikarus-angel]

Hot and bothered<3

He likes it when he calls him Detective (for context; Polen works as private investigator)

Disclaimer: This story takes place before the second world war and before Reich assumes a position in the Nazi regime. Don't worry - eventually they will break and Reich will get his just deserves (death)

But right now he is Polen's gay awakening and that's okay 🥺👉👈

Hmhm humanised (original)

[loonymoony6877]

It’s our friend, German empire/second Reich

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[fluffy-sheep]

i was bored.

[beast-feast]

Countryhumans (CH) and Clone High (CH) in a duel for Most Insane Community With Controversy. I don't tell you which one wins.

[america-is-my-muse]

Please reblog for a bigger sample size!

[jadescortaurius1]

I'm asking these outta boredom

1 if you had to remove 2 countryhumans who would it be and why?

2 who's your favorite countryhuman(s)

Third Reich (the reason is obvious), and I don't have a second one that I can think of

Hmmm.. I remember my favourite ones in animation memes were the axis powers and pre revolution USA, but I really don't have a favourite

[america-is-my-muse]

Completely agree!

Though for what it's worth some countryballs fan material does intentionally portray Reichtangle as the Second Reich/German Empire rather thank mistakenly thinking that's what he is in my experience (not commenting on whether that's good or not because I'm not really in the fandom). In the countryhumans fandom specifically I think of it more as a "Not my German Empire" type of deal. Reichtangle is a character unto himself that doesn't fit the vibe of other CH personifications very well because he's such a disticnt carryover from a different fandom.

one of my pet peeves is when people mix up the German Empire with Reichtangle.

Reichtangle has the same flag (ish?) I guess? But reichtangle is the fictional/possibility of the Fourth Reich. The German Empire was the second.

[casualhottubnacho]

Trigger Warnings: Mention of blood, mention of attempted suicide, hinted rape.

The European commons were quiet, the air filled with hushed murmurs from debating countries and the click of shoes on polished flooring. Reichtangle was reclined in a plush armchair, his legs crossed, his head resting in the palm of his hand. He was staring blankly at the countries that were milling about, waiting for either something to happen or for the day to just be over. He could have easily, oh so easily started some drama, but he wasn't particularly feeling it today.

He had almost fallen asleep out of pure and unfiltered boredom when approaching footsteps snapped him out of his daze. He didn't lift his head, acting as if he truly had fallen asleep. The footsteps stopped directly beside him on the left side. A honey-smooth voice with a heavy accent was barely caught whispering by his ears. “Falling asleep at a meeting? What are you, 10?” Reichtangle fought down a scowl and turned his head. “Calling people names? What are you, 10?” He mocked.

He had never truly paid attention to the other countries here, so he had a chance to call this individual a stranger. Their lip was twitching into something akin to a smile, though not one of humor or joy. “Real mature.” They muttered. Reichtangle raised an eyebrow. “He says, immediately after attempting to insult me.” The country pursed their lips briefly before sitting down in the chair beside Reichtangle. The country couldn't fight off a scowl, glad that his mouth could hardly be seen against his skin.

“Mind telling me what you want?” Reichtangle snarked after a few silent moments. The country hummed and leaned back in their chair, watching the ceiling. They were tiny compared to Reichtangle, he noticed. “Oh, it's nothing much, really. I'm just contemplating how much land I should take from you.”

Reichtangle fell silent for a heartbeat, stunned by their boldness, before he began to laugh. It wasn't a small laugh, either. No, it was loud enough to catch other countries’ attention. A dozen or so heads snapped over to watch him cover his mouth with a hand in an attempt to stop his chuckling. “Oh, that is hilarious!” He managed to get out. “Really, you should-”

He was suddenly cut off by the country flying out of their seat and into his, sitting down on his lap. It would have looked sexual or comedic had it not been for the dagger pressed to Reichtangle's skin, right beside the hand that was digging into his throat. His eyes widened as he struggled for breath, the other country tutting as he did so. “Reich, Reich, Reich… I think I may need to teach you a lesson, no? Seems fitting for the disrespect you've shown me so far.” Reichtangle couldn't respond, but that doesn't mean he didn't try. The other countries in the room had fallen into perfect silence.

Though the country was minuscule compared to Reichtangle's height, the withering look in his eyes made Reichtangle want to curl up inside. He knew, without a doubt, that this country could and would break the peaceful rules of the commons and would not hesitate to kill him. “Let's say… Oh, why don't we just see how far we can go.” The country muttered. The perfected blade in their hands, concealed so neatly by their body and sleeve, began to ghost its way down Reichtangle's neck and to his chest. “I'll let my people decide just when to stop, okay?” The stranger purred, tightening their grip on his neck. He couldn't stop a strangled gasp for air from leaving his throat, one hand rising to attempt to get this country away.

“Poland! Stop!” One country yelped. That yelp turned into a squeak of fear and scrambling footsteps as ‘Poland’ whipped their arm back, letting the dagger fly. It hit the wood beside the country's head with a Thump!, embedding itself into the wall with ease. Poland grinned a sick grin and readjusted himself. “I think you'd look lovely as my pet, no?” He murmured, clicking the T in Pet. Reichtangle could hardly see at that point, more than less talk. All he could manage was a rather pathetic whimper. He tried to rip Poland's hands away, but the country squeezed for only a moment. That moment seemed to stretch on forever for Reichtangle as his vision went dark for a heartbeat.

When he could see again, Poland used their free hand to pull his head down by the chin, leaning into his ear. “Expect me later tonight, bitch,” He whispered. He suddenly released his hold on Reichtangle and stood up, striding over to the table where his knife was still stuck. Reichtangle coughed and wheezed, his chest heaving as he attempted to take in as much air as he possibly could. Sweat was beading down the back of his neck as covered his coughs with a fist, hunched over in his seat. When he could look up, he saw no Poland, only the shocked eyes of the other European countries.

~

Reichtangle left the meeting early. He got the feeling everyone preferred that. He stumbled into his home, shutting and tightly locking the front door behind him. He was gently holding the still-bleeding wound on his neck. He hadn't even noticed the claw marks until he had excused himself from the meeting.

He winced as he gazed around his darkened house. He wanted to lock the windows, but he had a horrible feeling that that wouldn’t stop Poland. He wished he could stop thinking Poland's muttered threat, but it was at the forefront of his mind. He trudged into the bathroom and opened the cabinet above the sink, pulling out a roll of bandages. He felt awkward as he rolled it around his neck, covering the wounds.

Once finished, he tilted his head back and forth, trying to get rid of the crick in his neck. After failing to succeed, he sighed heavily and set the roll of bandages back in the cabinet. He turned and hauled himself out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, carefully removing his shoes beside the door. Once inside, he shut and locked the door behind him, slowly removing his coat, folding it, and setting it on the dresser. He did the same with his tie before he began to unbutton his shirt, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he did so.

“C'mon, you can undress better than that,” Poland's voice cooed from behind him. Reichtangle jumped and whipped around, his half-done shirt exposing the majority of his chest. Poland, who was now directly in front of him, whistled and ran a hand over his bare skin. “Damn.” He murmured before glancing up. “Why don't we do this a little differently?” Reichtangle sucked in a breath and took a step back. “What do you want from me?” He hissed, trying to reassure himself. He could take Poland now, he was ready this time… Still, he caught the feeling that a dagger wasn't the only thing up Poland's sleeve. He seemed more one for tricks than brute force, though he had seemed to enjoy using both a while ago.

“I told you. I want your land. You have plenty of it… Why not just give it to me?” A pause. “But you're too prideful for that. I'll simply have to take it by force.” He shot forwards, pinning Reichtangle to the wall. One hand held his waist while the other began to work quickly on the remaining buttons, finishing quickly. When Reichtangle stayed pushed against the wall and wouldn't budge, Poland grunted in annoyance and yanked powerfully on the shirt. It ripped rather loudly and fell to the floor, leaving Reichtangle completely bare-chested.

His breathing picked up as Poland's hand lowered.

~

The next morning, Reichtangle laid curled up in a tight ball, his entire body shivering. Whether from the mildly chilly air in the room or something more internal, it was hard to tell. He felt… well, he didn't quite know what he was feeling at the moment, but it wasn't anything good. He felt raw and exposed, violated in the one place that he truly felt safe. Or, used to, anyways. But he was Reichtangle, the fearsome Second Reich of Germany. He was an immensely powerful country, and he was certainly not going to cry.

Or maybe he was.

A tiny, pathetic sob left his lips as he curled in on himself even further, his entire body feeling wrong. His body felt sore, and had it been consensual, it would have been in a strangely pleasing way. This was not. He had been attacked on a personal and emotional level in his own home, the one place in the entire world where he had felt okay. Happy. Secure. Take your pick. None of them were true anymore.

The one thing that he felt glad about was the fact that Poland was gone. He had left at some point that morning with a note that read Be back later. Reichtangle didn't want to think about that. He needed to get up and out of bed, he needed to shower, he needed to go into work… He couldn’t be bothered to even lift his head. Even when his phone began buzzing and wouldn't stop, he couldn't even raise a hand to silence it. He just let it ring. On and on and on.

Some of the messages went to voicemail. He could hear them echoing around the room, but he didn't register what they were saying. Others hung up and didn't try calling again. Reichtangle preferred those.

At around noon (at least, he guessed around noon), he managed to sit up. He didn't do anything past that. He just sat there. Around an hour later, he got himself out of bed and tried to walk to the shower. His legs wouldn't work in his favor, so he had to pull himself along with the walls for assistance. When he finally reached the bathroom, he decided he wouldn't be able to stand much longer, turned on the shower, and sat down at the bottom. He let the water do all the work and he buried his face in his knees. He didn't cry anymore. He just sat in silence.

Once he felt a bit better, he switched off the water, dried himself with a towel, and stepped into his bedroom. He grabbed clothes at random and threw them on, stumbling into the kitchen, suddenly desperate for food. As he poured himself a small bowl of cereal, he glanced at the stove clock. It was only 4 o'clock, but he had a feeling that if he didn't hurry and eat, he'd end up passed out with his face in a bowl of cereal.

Once he had shoveled down some food, he left his bowl on the table and hauled himself to his room. He barely made it to his bed before he collapsed, landing face-first onto the pillows. He only got a few hours of sleep (Read: 3) before Poland arrived once more.

This pattern continued, on and on and on until Reichtangle thought he would never escape from this Hell. Some days, he never left his room, while others, he got in to work (though not on time) and got some things done. If he had a normal job, he would have been fired, but you can't exactly fire a country from being a country.

As his land and his people began to belong to Poland, he could feel his physical size dwindling every day. It was becoming very, very obvious that something was very, very wrong, but when questioned, Reichtangle would excuse himself for a moment and not return to that area for another day or two. Many other countries had put two and two together, but no one said anything outright. Their fear of Reichtangle had shifted to a fear of Poland.

Some days, Rectangle couldn't remember what it had been like before Poland had begun his destruction of Reichtangle's carefully constructed life. Other days, he could remember all too well. Those days were always horrible. Some of them, he contemplated ending it all. Actually, he thought of this quite often. Anything seemed better than his current life. Yet whenever he could pluck up something akin to courage to actually go through with it, Poland would arrive. There was a day where Reichtangle attempter and almost succeeded. Poland had been screaming. Not out of fear, but out of anger. He, quote, “...Would not lose his precious plaything to something as weak as suicide.”

Reichtangle didn't try after that.

In fact, he stopped trying anything at all. He just let it all happen. He was resigned to his fate of living in constant fear, with danger looming over him every single night. There wasn't much he could do anymore.

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@differentcountryhumans WHOOOO boy i've been up since 4:50 (it's 6:59 now) and ohmygod this took some time. But!! Kinda proud? I don't like the ending but I'm not good at ending things... Anywho, this was really fun to write? UwU 💙

[karly78-apaz]

From the book on Wattpad: Mi Esvástica

[germanfamily]

[deadly-espresso]

I would not use that flag because it's identical to that of the second Reich and that would just make things more confusing. And... why would you encourage me to lie about stuff like this? If I outright denied the existence of artwork you deem offensive, that would just put a target over my head. I've already got a big enough target on my head from allegations like this.

And what do you mean I "should" censor the symbol? I don't like censoring stuff, okay? I think it makes stuff feel more fake, and I would rather not be as fake as what you're accusing my apology of being. If I truly were fake, I would have never apologized to begin with.

I'm not going to censor my content all because people like you might be offended. Drawing a plus with lines on its ends in a context like this isn't going to result the loss of a human life. Don't make me treat you even worse over stuff like this. Honestly, if the original allegation were just more discrete and actually gave me time to explain myself, we wouldn't be in this situation. But no, you people thought it would be super funny and heroic to destroy my sanity over an allegation of potentially being a nazi all because some countryhuman design I made years ago depicted the flag for its country accurately! But, whatever, if you think I'm fake as shit and deserved to be treated like a nazi over things I drew for non-bigoted reasons, then... well... honestly, I wouldn't want to hurt you, but I just wish you never made these allegations to begin with.

So I heard something about me...

I heard in my direct messages about someone making this big call-out post about me. While they didn't outright claim I was a bad person or anything, they were acting as if I had done something wrong and had to address it. Since I fear what will happen if I don't address things, here, you're getting your damn address.

Out of all of the things they said about me, the only thing, and I mean the ONLY thing they said about me that am genuinely sorry for is lashing out at someone over an argument about whether my own artwork was sexual or not. I really wish I could actually give out an apology to the person I had gotten into the argument with, but I haven't been able to get into contact with them in months because they believe giving someone the silent treatment and not talking things out with them is the best thing to do to me. I genuinely do not feel "sorry" for creating content that you have deemed "problematic", and I'm just saying that because I would rather not lie about that and pretend that I do feel sorry about the content I made just so you can feel happy and/or cathartic. That may make you feel unhappy, but it is true, straight from my heart.

I will give the person that made the original post the benefit of the doubt and think they made their post in good faith to spread awareness about something that they think is harmful, but at the same time I fear their post will just ignite more drama and attract actual bad faith call-outs. If you really think there is something about someone that's deserving of a "call-out", you're better off taking that to the direct messages. I'm aware that this post will probably just attract more attention to the original poster, but they wanted me to address, so I'd rather just give them what they want before other people start pressuring me into doing the same.

I'm sorry for any aggressive tone of voice in this post, it's just that people bringing up old drama in this kind of way leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

[ikarus-angel]

Co-dependency <3

They are so unhealthy I love them so much, hrgkkk why does this exist 🥺🥰

Disclaimer: This AU takes place before the second world war, don't worry, Reich dies eventually, but in 1934 they're.. friends.

original:

I always make my boys with the flags as variant, so that people know they're countryhumans, but these are the human designs ☝️😌

also the panel I used hmhmh:

Reich will never not be compared to women, sor, canon 🥺🥺🥺

[the-last-panqueque]

Inktober

Día 18- Trap- Reichtangle y Polonia

Ya que hize a Polonia en su versión chidori, tenía que hacer algo tierno con Reichtangle XP. Sorry not sorry.

-PQQ

[kay-hawk]

Hey! Estamos de vuelta xdd

❤❤💐💐😅😅🌿🌿🌿

🇲🇽🇺🇸🇨🇺🇪🇸🇻🇦

[beast-feast]

No more twink Italy. We've moved past twink Italy