#countryhumans alaska

[cawthedwal]

[youvebeeneyedtt]

Two biggest states

[chaoticprussia]

shout out to alaska and his terrible existence.

[oblivionbirb]

Stateball doodles,,,

No South Park doodles today because no ideas for them gang

[barrracuuda]

Alaska!♡♡

Oh my goodness the colors were the worst part this time! I might revisit this when I’ve drawn all my favs, because there are definitely things that I might want to change in the future.

I’ll be honest, Alaska was not one of it favorites at the start of the first book Heaven’s Fall: Apocalypse. I found her so annoying back then, but not anymore! I’m trying to reread the whole series because it’s been a while and I wanna refresh my memories on all the events. Recent rereading, knowing where her and America’s relationship by the end of the most recent book, makes me understand her behavior a lot more.

Not only that but their father-daughter bond remind me of my own dynamic with my father. Granted he isn’t nearly as bad as America, but I get the feeling of having a father who wasn’t or isn’t always there for you and the thing with,,, bad habits like drinking and substances.

As always with every finished piece this is fan art for @drizzeltheraincat ‘s Heaven’s Fall series!

(I’m pushing these out like crazy, it’s cause school is out. I hope you like this one as well, drizzle, although it’s not as appealing as the others!)

[weirdestbooks]

The Not So Good Friday (Wattpad | Ao3)

Requested by @iabggsyk

Alaska wasn’t a big fan of cities. He preferred to live out in the woods, by himself and at peace with the world. However, that didn’t mean that he avoided cities entirely. He visited them occasionally, going to Juneau for political stuff his government wanted him to get involved with now that he was a state or just to look around at shops and restaurants. 

Today, Alaska was in Anchorage, looking for a restaurant. It was about 5:30, and he was starting to get hungry. He had been in the city to buy some things for his home, like scented candles and yarn—little things that made Alaska’s life a little more peaceful and allowed him to make things for his siblings. 

Especially NASA. The space organization realized how many stars could be seen from Alaska’s home and began to spend more and more time there. Alaska figured it was about time he made his baby brother a blanket, as NASA could not handle the cold.

Suddenly, the ground began shaking under Alaska’s feet, faster and faster, until it threw him to the ground, his precious bag of yarn spilling out into the street. Alaska pulled himself into the fetal position, more out of instinct than anything else, wishing he was in country form so he could have his wings to wrap around him.

He just had to wait out the earthquake. 

As Alaska lay there, eyes squeezed shut. He felt the world shift around him. He heard glass shattering and buildings falling apart, and all he did was squeeze his eyes tighter, hoping it would end soon.

The earthquake seemed to last forever, a horrific symphony of shaking earth and shattering buildings, a storm that Alaska was caught in, as small pieces of debris cut at his body. It was hell on earth. Broken sobs made their way past Alaska’s lips as he prayed for God to make it stop, prayed that it end soon, and prayed that he would not be killed by the earthquake, an earthquake, unlike anything Alaska had felt before.

It felt as if the Earth itself was ripping apart.

Finally, the shaking of the land seemed to stop, but Alaska stayed where he was, as he could not tell if the land was still shaking or if that was his own trembling body.

He could hear his own breath, painfully loud against that silence that only seemed broken by pained cries and the creaking of buildings. Alaska lay there for another eternity before he finally opened his eyes.

Anchorage was destroyed.

Buildings lay crumbled. Sinkholes had opened in the streets. His biggest city was gone just like that. A shaking of the earth more powerful than Alaska had ever felt before. He felt lightheaded and faint and shakily climbed to his feet, stumbling slightly.

The city looked like so many Alaska had seen destroyed by war. It was hard to believe an act of nature could do that. Alaska closed his eyes as he tried to shake the horrible memories from his mind.

Suddenly, Alaska’s eyes flew open as he remembered the little brother who had been at his house. Alaska took another shaky step forward before transporting himself back to his house. It looked undamaged, but NASA was shaking in front of it, shivering and barefoot.

“Go back inside!” Alaska snapped at the organization, knowing how stupid it was for him to be outside in the weather. NASA’s head snapped back to face him, fear on his face.

“What was that? Did we get hit by a meteor?” NASA asked, his mind stuck in the stars like it always was. Alaska shook his head, grabbed his brother by the elbow, and guided him back inside. “Laska, you’re hurt!”

“It’s not bad. I’ve seen worse. But you’re going to be hurt worse if you stay outside.” Alaska said calmly. In all honestly, he had forgotten about the cuts and bruises, so focused on checking in on NASA and processing the destruction. “And that was an earthquake—a really bad one. I’ve never felt one like that before. I…”

Alaska shook his head, trailing off as they stepped inside.

“Are you okay? Should I get Dad? Dad can fix things, right?” NASA asked, his wings flaring out as he asked rapid-fire questions.

“Papa will find out and come check on us. I want to make sure you have no damage from the cold.” Alaska said, wanting to keep his genius little brother close before he inevitably ran off and got himself hurt, “Please, stay with me?”

NASA crossed his arms, analytical eyes scanning Alaska before he nodded.

“Fine. But I get to make sure none of your injuries are bad.” NASA said. 

“Sure thing, little brother. I could use the help.” Alaska said, throwing a blanket over NASA’s shoulders before going to grab the first aid kit from his bedroom, stumbling slightly as he did so.

Alaska still felt like he was shaking, like the earth had yet to settle and was still shaking and shaking and shaking and shaking—

Alaska was pulled out of his thoughts by a wing on his back, NASA looking at him with concerned eyes. Alaska felt a pang of shame in his chest, having worried his little brother so.

“I’m getting Dad,” NASA said, his voice soft. Alaska nodded, throat seizing up as he was guided to his bed, with the blanket he had put on NASA being tucked around him. Alaska burrowed into the warmth, trying to shake the feeling of the earth heaving beneath his feet.

It did nothing to help.

Alaska still felt unstable and shaky.

He still felt like he was trapped in Anchorage as the earth pulled apart the city around him. Not even his father could remove the shakiness that had just been injected into his being.

Everything was shaking.

Nothing could stop that.

[magicbluemoond20]

Inktober day 18 - drive

sorry is but late

[askalaskahumanstate49]

Picture with dad….

[alfredf-jones]

Here's an art thing I made for a friend, this is Alaska when they were 7. When I draw them older I'll give them a bio

[themadorchid]

Finally got this bad baby done! Let me know if you want more polls!

[universal-casey]

What countries are animal mixxed right now? I normally enjoy putting animal designs on my verison of countryhumans -🐺

Mexico: Mexican eagle wings and a rattlesnake tail

New Zealand: Actually has a (ram’s) nose and ram’s horns

Japan: Cat features (I’m sorry but I just love her having cat features)

China: Dragon tail and fangs (have been removed by his government)

India: Considering giving him bull horns for the cows

Most CH have more animalistic teeth (Soviet and Russia have bear fangs, America has dog fangs).

Others may get some more animal features. We’ll see! It depends on what works lol

States tho!

Eastern Oregon has a beaver tail and teeth. Alaska has bald eagle wings. Pennsylvania has eagle claws and horse ears.

[youvebeeneyedtt]

doodle

1st one was a request

[quail-with-a-nail]

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."

[askhwslastfrontier]

Opinion on Greenland?

(ooc question can countryhuman blogs ask ur hetalia alaska?? just asking 😓😓😓)

Hi there! Greenland is super neat! We chat a lot, similar cultures and all that. Plus it's always great to have someone else who understands the arctic life!

/Mun here, ofc they can, anyone is free to interact with the blogs and I'm all for crossing fandom lines. Though I can't say I personally know a whole lot regarding CH but I shall do my best :3

[nevgovhater]

Intro time!!

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We are also hyperfixated on regretavator, but distance ourself from the fandom due to the ableism of a huge percent of members

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[weirdestbooks]

Secret States Chapter 37

A Messed-Up Family (Wattpad | Ao3)

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And we're back! The next chapter will be coming out on the 2nd, and then from there, there will be another small break as I finish up my other books. Secret States will return on June 18, after which it will be updated every Wednesday at 4:00 EST until it is completed. I just wanted to get out these two chapters now as a thank you to everyone who had been so patient with me.

Finland hadn’t paid much attention to the so-called revelation of the US states. Sure, one of them used to be his father’s, but that wasn’t any cause for Finland to get involved in the nonsense that was inevitably going to come from that.

So Finland was looking forward to a peaceful afternoon when someone knocked on his door. Finland sighed, not looking forward to whatever it was going to be about. Finland walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Arctic Council standing there with another country, one that looked quite nervous.

The country was strange. Their flag held stars, their hair was long, and they had a facial tattoo and many piercings. They were very recognizable, and yet Finland didn’t know them.

It was probably one of America’s states then, and Finland had a slight suspicion he knew who he was.

“What is it?”

“Oh, ah, hello, Finland.” The nervous state said, fiddling with his fingers. Finland stared at him, wondering where this was going, turning to Arctic Council in confusion. She stared back, raising an eyebrow in a non-verbal ‘hear him out.��� Finland sighed quietly and turned back to the country.

“I’m Alaska. I’m your brother.” 

Finland didn’t react. Finland didn’t expect the state to track him down the way he had, even if they both had ties to the Russian Empire.

“Ok,” Finland answered, acknowledging the fact before turning to leave the conversation. Arctic Council caught his elbow before pulling him closer and speaking to Finland in his own language.

“Suomi, listen to him. You don’t have to respond, but let him say his piece.” Arctic Council said. Finland stared at her face, trying to convey his silent question of why, wondering what made Arctic Council so focused on getting them to talk. She knew how Finland felt about the Russian Empire and his brood. 

“You were Russian America?” Finland asked, just to confirm the information he had heard. Alaska nodded, “The Russian Empire is not my family, neither is anyone else who is related to him.”

Alaska blinked but nodded, an action that Finland respected. Alaska’s words only solidified that small amount of respect. Arctic Council gave Finland a small smile and backed away, giving Finland and Alaska space to talk alone.

“Russian Empire isn’t my family either. That’s…that’s okay. I didn’t expect anything from you. I just want to talk.” Alaska said. Finland tilted his head slightly, not expecting that. He figured the state would go on about long-lost brothers or some other claim to try and get Finland to open up.

“About what?”

“About what it was like to be his colony.” Finland started at the state in shock before slowly closing the door.

“Goodbye,” Finland said, not wanting to deal with that topic. Forget everything he had said before. He would have preferred the state to start going on about long-lost brothers. That was more bearable than this.

“We were probably his only personified colonies. Do you not think that is something worth talking about?” Alaska asked. 

“I was a duchy, not a colony,” Finland corrected. He knew it was a pointless semantic, but anything to get this state to leave him alone. Finland did not want to recall his childhood.

“Did that mean he treated you well?” Alaska asked something…something curious; something hurt in his gaze.

“Russian Empire had his rules. If you followed them, you were fine,” Finland answered. Alaska frowned, grabbing his arms as if he needed to steady himself.

“I know that well,” Alaska said, something in his gaze turning darker. But then, seemingly inexplicably, Alaska said something else. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Finland asked, confused.

“You stood up to him,” Alaska said. Finland shook his head. 

“I never stood up to him. I just defied him. It’s not that special.”

“I could never even defy him. It took over seventy years for me to even get over the brainwashing, and even now, a part of me is convinced I’m the one who’s wrong and that he was the kind one. You did more than I ever could, Suomi. Thank you.” Alaska said. Finland shifted, uncomfortable with the way Alaska seemed to view him.  It felt…odd.

“I was still a loyal son for a long time. It wasn’t special,” Finland repeated, not knowing why Alaska was so intent on treating it as if it was.

“But…you did more than I ever could. Even after I became American, he still had such a strong grip on me that I kept going back, and going back, because…I didn’t feel I could be without him. Even though he was terrible. Thank you for…being able to do better and show him that not all his kids were his slaves,” Alaska said. “I’m sorry if that’s a lot for you. I know this must be strange. But I had to say it.”

Finland was reeling slightly from the interaction, unsure of what to say. It was clear that Russian Empire raised them in very, very different ways. Finland didn’t say that, though, not wanting to trigger a long conversion. Instead, he simply nodded.

“It is strange. Do you have anything else you want to say?” Finland asked.

“I have a lot I want to say, but I’m getting the feeling you aren’t interested in a conversation about Russian Empire,” Alaska said. Well, at least the person bothering him was perceptive.

“I’m not. I don’t have an interest in remembering a past that isn’t all that important,” Finland said. Russian Empire was dead and gone, so there was no point in thinking on all the lies and manipulation about the wings that still sat like heavy, useless weights on his back or how different things could have been.

The past was behind him. It had no use now.

“I understand,” Alaska said, bowing his head slightly, wings pulling close to his body as if he were trying to hide. “Thank you for speaking with me.”

Finland didn’t answer, closing the door as he watched Alaska reunite with two figures that were standing by Arctic Council. Finland closed his eyes, breathing out a slow breath. 

He was glad that Alaska hadn’t pushed anything.