#countryhumans Second Reich

[germanfamily]

[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.

[loonymoony6877]

It’s our friend, German empire/second Reich

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[coffieshiro]

"Angel without wings"

Based on: CountryHumans

Before you start reading, I want to warn you about the harmful scenes. If you are sensitive to graphic scenes, please do not read this.

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tw: blood, disturbing scenes, mention of abuse, drastic, sadistic, amputation, cannibalism

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The loud creak of the old wooden stairs echoed along the deserted basement walls. The wooden door leading to the depths of the basement banged open, making a distinctive grinding noise. There was little noise, one might think, until the sound of drops dripping from a pipe in the ceiling reached ears. The nostrils were filled with the smells of old wet soil and the fine fresh air that came through the small window located just below the ceiling. The cold that engulfed every corner of the basement would give goosebumps to anyone's body. Including the resident of a small basement... Rarely, who would like to live in such a hole as a basement? Hardly anyone. Poland, he knew very well the feeling of being chained to the same place for most of his time with no way to escape. Right at the beginning of the war, he isolated himself not on his own, but with the strength of two powerful countries. Unfortunately for him, he suffered the most damage. He sat like a corpse in the same place, watching the two men as they descended with a slow, almost rhythmic step. He stopped deliberating and looked at his elegantly polished shoes. And as his eyes slowly climbed upwards... He saw two very familiar faces. The Third Reich, together with the Soviet Union. Both of them had on their hands the blood shed in the war of innocent civilians, now living in slavery of a second life, because in this one they have nothing to look for. They had their earthly sins on their shoulders, which they had committed more than once, never being ashamed of themselves, showing the world their every single act, which was a terror for anyone who was afraid of death or suffering. The Reich leaned its face towards the face of Poland, baring its fangs shining in the moonlight. The moon turned out to be the only source... Until the Communist lit a small, miserable lamp. Reich nodded in thanks before clicking his tongue, tracing every bruise on the Pole's body with his eyes. He looked back at Poland's eyes, which were wide open. Reich couldn't hide his quiet, low chuckle.

— You're looking at me almost as if there was a ghost standing in my place... — the German cooed, his voice dry and rough. The Pole's mouth, although stained with blood and surrounded by scabs from a cracked lip, stretched into a wide smile... "Not even a ghost could do as many evil things as the Reich did in a whole year..." This thought ran through Poland's head. They rested on Poland's lips, waiting patiently to be avoided... Until he came up with something better.

— The revelation of the ghost instead of you would be like the revelation of Holy Mary in Faustina, that is, salvation... — He spoke in a rough, hoarse voice from exhaustion that echoed around the room, thickening in both of their heads. Well... The Reich couldn't allow such behavior. According to his rigorous discipline, insulting a victim and his rebellion meant reprehensibleness. Therefore, through him, the Pole had to bear the consequences for his empty words thrown at such a serious person of the German. And for every self-respecting Pole, rebellion against sophisticated opponents was advisable. So why would he hesitate to use such beautiful words against the rigorous person of the Reich? Soviet listened to the entire conversation in silence... He knew that integration between their conversation would be detrimental to both parties. Therefore, his eyes quickly turned to the Reich. The Nazi raised his hand high in an attack, using his hand against the Pole. Before the Communist could look around, Poland was pressed against the cold, numb wall, panting as a large, scarlet stain spread across his cheek. The German rubbed his hand, sighing with obvious advantage.

— Did you see that? He tried to talk back to me... Fucking blasphemer... Perhaps we have too little discipline... — Reich cursed under his breath, looking at the Soviet. Soviet only, without much commitment, for a change and to relieve the tense aura, lit a cigarette. He blew smoke from his mouth, sighing loudly.

— I told you that sooner or later he would start to rebel... You said that the more rigor, the less opposition, and there you go... Still not enough — His words evaporated from his mouth like a bitter afterthought. He quietly muttered under his breath, humming until his face was right next to the Pole's face, who was looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. The Russian blew a cloud of smoke into his face, causing the Pole to choke heavily. The Russian looked at Reich as he took another puff of smoke. Orders rested on the German's tongue, unable to wait to once again scold the Soviet for his carelessness... Until he noticed how intensely the Pole was choking on smoke. He liked it... That's why he looked back at the Russian.

— Do it again... — he gestured with his hand at the choking Pole. A mocking smile appeared on the Soviet man's lips, and with unconcealed pleasure he once again blew thick smoke from his mouth. Poland struggled to catch his breath for a long time, and the fact that the Russian cigarettes were intense, penetrated his throat, scratching him from the inside mercilessly. Tears came to Poland's eyes as he struggled to breathe and also fought for enough fresh air. But the more he tried, the worse he got at it. The smoke next to his face appeared continuously, making its way around to his throat, irritating him from the inside. Loud cackling filled the basement walls, intoxicating cigarette smoke filled the room, irritating even the Reich himself. There was no end to the laughter... Poland saw through the fog, his vision was affected as tears covered his eyes... Every now and then he was able to see the darkness that was caused by huge migraines...

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Only after a few minutes was the room covered with a thick cloud of smoke ventilated through a small window. It was one of many things that turned out to be useful. Poland leaned his head against the wall, panting. Glistening tears ran down his thin cheeks, pooling under his chin. Eyes bloodshot to the last vein, making his eyes almost actually look naturally red. His voice was hissing with irritation, and his clothes, flimsy and dirty with blood, smelled only of disgusting Russian tobacco. He closed his eyes as his nostrils filled with the smell of fresh air... The conversation between the Russian and the German was honestly incomprehensible to him... He heard everything as if through water. Until... He felt a sharp pain branching out between his eyebrows, causing a loud scream from the Pole. He raised his bloodshot eyes to see the Soviet above him. With a broad smile, Soviet put out a cigarette on his eyebrow, pressing it as hard as he could. He listened with undisguised pleasure to the tearful gnashing of Poland's teeth as he shook his head. A burn mark remained on the eyebrow, turning it black mixed with blood.

— God... Don't panic... It's just a cigarette... — Soviet raised both eyebrows in amusement as he listened to the faint gnashing of teeth. He looked at Reich, who was baring his fangs in satisfaction. His rigorous desires were satisfied when a dying Poland appeared in his image. His punishment was meted out... But something was missing... Something he had wanted to do for a very long time... But he didn't know when or how... After all, he had a Soviet at hand now. Did this mean that his plan could be implemented? Of course... However, it was a plan he preferred to wait for another day. It required quick precision and caution. If his idea is interpreted correctly, everything will go as smoothly as he wants, or maybe even better? With a gesture of his hand, he ordered the Russian to leave the basement area. Well, the Soviet had no other choice, so he left the cellars in a hurry, leaving Reich with Poland. Reich followed his partner's steps, but just before he left, he turned to Poland, smiling carelessly.

— Do you believe in the existence of angels without wings? — his question was... well, unusual. Poland was stunned. Angels without wings? He wasn't entirely sure how tricky a question that was... He looked up, flapping his own wings. Pole's angelic wings, two meters long, spread out next to the wall, reflecting the moonlight. The flapping of wings only fueled the Reich's desire to implement his idea... Receiving no answer, he answered for him.

— That's what I thought... — He growled before leaving. The creak of the door closing tightly behind him rang out to Poland's ears. Poland mentally cursed himself for not being able to answer such a simple question. Angels without wings... Was it some kind of metaphor referring to simple people with good hearts? Well... It only seemed so to him. For the moment, however, he rested his head on his wings. Soft and warm to the touch, they were the only source of warmth on every cold night that voluntarily circled the entire room. He made himself comfortable. Even with his wrists and ankles tightly bound, he was able to get into a comfortable sleeping position. It was the only thing he could do, the only soothing thing. His eyelids drooped over his eyes, and the quiet wind lulled him to sleep. As if on command, Poland fell asleep, regardless of the difficult conditions to which he had become accustomed.

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Today's waking up was much more brutal, as he received a rough blow below the chest, knocking him to the cold ground. Poland barely regained consciousness, and to his vision it turned out to be the Reich together with the Soviet. The sight didn't surprise him at all... Until he noticed one of the many things that terrified him... Bow saw. He saw every object in their hands, all of them were torturing him painfully. However, the bow saw was something completely new. Hence the fear. Terrified by his eyes, he looked for an answer, trying to break free from Soviet's strong grip. His wings began to flutter as if terrified, thanks to which he was somehow able to lift himself a few centimeters above the ground. Soviet gritted his teeth, grabbing him tightly, pinning him to the ground.

— Where the fuck are you going?! No matter, you stay here! And don't you fucking dare move even an inch, otherwise I'll crush your bones! — he warned through gritted teeth, holding Poland's wrists, painfully pinning them to the ground, almost as if he wanted to break and crush them. The Reich, via the Soviet, grabbed Poland by the wings, tugging at its feathers every time one move was able to poke him too hard. Before Poland knew it, the bow saw had sunk its sharp ends into the base of the wings. The room echoed with Poland's loud scream as he pulled his wing with all his might. It turned out to be as effective as anything. The saw dug harder until it was right next to the bone. Blood spattered towards the Reich, catching on the Pole's back. Soviet grabbed Poland tighter, tugging at his hair every time he moved too suddenly. Reich sawed until he could cut through the bone. He used all his strength, trying to inflict as much pain as possible to Poland's detriment. God rest the soul of Poland, screaming into the sky when its path crossed with these earthly monsters. Unfortunately for him, the torture lasted for centuries. The smell of blood filled the room, bit by bit, reaching the nostrils of all three of them. Blood splattered on the walls, leaving characteristic colors behind. Drop by drop, it slowly left the Polish wing. His worst fears came true when the Pole lost feeling in his right wing, leaving behind a sloppy, bloody mess. The amputated wing fell with a bang, and Reich bared his fangs at the mess he had created. The smell of blood turned out to be tempting enough for him... However, he had to put his cannibalistic desires on hold for later when Soviet began to grumble, putting his effort into pinning Poland to the floor.

— Reich, for God's sake, hurry up before he get away! — Soviet screamed, pinning Poland to the ground again. Poland responded by sobbing like a maniac, throwing himself all over the floor, trembling and writhing in the depths of pain. He bit into Soviet's shoe with his teeth, trying to hold back his consciousness, focusing on something else. The torture continued, no matter how hard he tried to inflict pain on himself, he couldn't distract himself from the macabre of his wings. Soviet made eye contact with the Pole while he was biting his shoe until his jaw gums started bleeding. The Soviet's eyes widened as if on command as he grabbed the Pole's hair, pulling him away from the unusual activity.

— What are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?! — he screamed, attracting the attention of Reich, who started sawing the next wing. Poland cursed in macabre, sobbing, choking on tears, digging his nails into the concrete floor. He kicked his legs, sobbing, his words falling from his lips like a prayer.

— IT HURTS...! IT HURTS SO HELL...! I'D RATHER DIE THAN EXPERIENCE THIS...! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE CUTTED CUT...?! YOU UNDERSTAND...?! — he screamed as he kicked his legs, trying to distract himself from the painful ordeal. The communist widened his eyes and looked on in disbelief. He saw a lot, but no one else reacted to pain like Poland. He would beat himself up and hurt himself just to focus his consciousness on less pain than the one that gave him migraines. The Reich paid no attention to Poland's sobbing. They were almost everyday life for him, maybe even routine? More and more blood flowed. It flowed down to the floor, forming a small stream of blood, slowly resembling a river. The Pole's sobs were the single most active of all sounds. It spread so quickly that it could probably be heard from the next apartment. The red liquid that spread all over the back in small amounts was absorbed by the clothes, which did not bring any relief. The two main wings were sawed off... For the Reich it was two minutes, for Poland it was an eternity. There are still two smaller wings left... The cannibalistic hunger of the Reich was not tamed at all, as time passed it grew with unstoppable force. However, the Communist's constant remarks were distracting. So with a roll of his eyes, he continued cutting the next wings... Fortunately for the Pole, they were not as massive as the previous ones, so the amputation took less time than before. Almost as if his prayers had been answered and restored to the state he was in now. However, the red liquid flowed in the same stream as during and after the amputation. The cries stopped only fifteen minutes after the bloody macabre. Meanwhile, the Reich and the Soviet left Poland in a bloody mess, leaving him to inhale the heavy smell. His body lay still for a long time until another long sob escaped his lips. He sniffled, trembling in fear and desperation as he was deprived of the greatest gift his entire family could have received. Tears covered his stunned face, covering him in chaos. The quiet sobbing soon turned into brutal, loud screaming, hitting every wall. He used his raw elbows to support himself as he crawled towards the stairs, grabbing onto the wooden rungs, digging his nails into them. He shuddered in bitterness, screaming loudly at the top of his lungs.

— YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE MY PROPERTY...! - He sobbed, letting out loud grunts of despair. He continued again.

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— THIS WAS THE LAST THING I COULD HAVE...! — He sniffled, digging his nails into the cracks in the rungs. He put his head on the surface. In his own bitterness he found something more... Not only sadness. He felt how deep inside him, everything that held any hope was shattered. It broke into small pieces, leaving behind painful wounds. However, every wound leaves a scar as the wound heals slowly. But what will be able to heal Poland, healing his wounds?

Poland undoubtedly recalled the Reich's previous question... He actually understood what he meant... He was the one who became an angel without wings

[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.

[karly78-apaz]

From the book on Wattpad: Mi Esvástica

[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

[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.

[kay-hawk]

Hey! Estamos de vuelta xdd

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[hacix]

Me aburro ✨💖🌿

[liarithewolf28]

[universal-casey]

Sorry for not posting for a couple days! Mother’s day went terribly and yesterday I just forgot to draw. So here is colossal squid Reichtangle. 

Big boy has fucking knives in those suckers on his tentacles and he can be very dangerous if he wants to be