#countryhumans fanfiction

[thebunnylord]

List of things that were supposed to happen in my scrapped countryhumans talent show fanfic

-Hawaii does an Elvis impersonation and performs blue suede shoes

-Hungary spends the entire show trying to solve a Rubik’s cube. When his five minutes on stage ended, they just moved him off to the side so he can continue. He doesn’t solve it

-Poland and Vatican’s talent was performing Exorcisms, and brought a possessed woman on stage to exorcise, but got kicked off immediately by UN. So they begrudgingly decided to perform their exorcism in the boys bathroom, which got stopped halfway through by both UN and ASEAN who understandably did not want a demon running around on the Asian country’s section of the building. Oh yeah, in my ch AU, Poland was a priest and was trained in demonology by Vatican and is certified to perform exorcisms.

-Northern Ireland and England dressed as their secret drag queen personas, along with Wales who dressed in her drag king persona, and they all “danced” (it was mostly them doing uncoordinated dance moves like the worm, the running man, and the epileptic octopus.) to Scotland’s bagpipe playing. And then they all jumped onto each other’s shoulders and fell over.

-Serbia’s performance of a Diss song that she composed that mostly made up of her playing an accordion and dissing all of the countries that have wronged her, or she hates, both past and present. The big finale was when she started insulting Ottoman empire and calling him names, when both Turkey and Ottoman Empire jumped up and chased her around the auditorium while she continued to hurl insults at them, both EU and UN had to chase after the trio to get them to stop.

- a few of the African countries put on “Africa” by Toto.

-America’s western states do a crummy half hearted line dance to “finally Friday”, the northern states perform “Blame Canada”, and New York performs a Broadway number (unfortunately… his song of choice was “springtime for Hitler”) they were all supposed to do a group number, but split due to creative differences.

-Mexico played a quiet folk song on his guitar which was well received.

-Austria played a classical piano piece with Germany as the page turner, Germany fumbles with the pages causing the pages to fall onto the floor, Austria playing the same measure over and over in a panic as Germany struggled to collect all of the pages before giving up, and running off stage in embarrassment.

-France and a few of her states perform “do you hear the people sing?” While Normandy performs “bring him home”

-Austria-Hungary with help from German empire performs a classical music piece, but then gets interrupted by someone’s phone.

-Italy sings a song and then ends it with a sudden cart wheel.

-India, Brazil, Kenya, and Australia bring a VERY VERY DANGEROUS AND HIGHLY VENOMOUS BLACK MAMBA ON STAGE to demonstrate their venomous snake handling skills, they tried to get someone to come on stage to HOLD THE SNAKE. But that got nixed real quickly.

-Mauritius does a dance with his cloned dodo bird, Captain Lewis, which then walked off stage and fell into the audience.

-Britain gets introduced on stage as “performing a nice number by Bach”, he has his suit on, a top hat, and everyone thinks, “oh, he’s going to play the number on his violin”. Nope, he lowers his tie, tucks his pants inside his big, tall, platform boots, and unbuttons his collar to reveal the spiked collar underneath, and whips out his old electric guitar and plays friggin’ toccata and fugue in D minor like a legend.

- Norway, Denmark, Finland, Sweden, and Estonia try to do a Black Death metal performance with their band, “Estonia and the Nordics”. It was just them screaming, banging on their instruments, and smashing their guitars while Estonia, the lead singer, gets a bout of anxiety and stands awkwardly on the stage looking at her feet unable to sing.

-Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, and China tried to perform the dance of the little swans (Russia’s idea, no one else wanted to) but only Russia practiced and China was a last minute edition as Kazakhstan quit that day, and not even one second into the music, the whole thing dissolved into a massive fight and Belarus running offstage to go snitch to Soviet Union.

[junocat1890]

4.5th chapter of "Can I Love You Again Please?" is out! This chapter is more of an in between filler chapter, thus, its a little bit short. I got a new computer and a new drawing pad, so I decided to continue the series in comic format. If you don't have an AO3 or Wattpad account, dont worry! I will be posting the comics on my tumblr account as well!

Also, i have literally no experience on drawing digitally or making a comic, so it might take even longer for me to start snd finish the 5th chapter.

Have a great day y'all!

[chronically-obsessed]

Omg so I wrote a fanfic

This cover is kind of old I want to update it

Summary:

Due to Russia and America's mutual hatred and clashing personalities, contentions are high. However, an unfortunate event causes them to become handcuffed together. How will these countries— who absolutely hate each other— manage to cooperate?

This story will contain occasional swearing, written descriptions of awkward moments, mention of weapons, and eventually Rusame.

Interested? Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad! It’s 18k words so far :D

[thehyperfixationsaretakingover]

Hey! I'm doing a thing now cause I'm bored! If you have a character that you love and obsess over,

Or watch videos or read fanfiction while there's a light drizzle in your area. You could be nearing the end of your 100,000 fanfiction of the most indescribable things and one of your characters is going through their emotions whether they are good, bad, welcome, or uninvited and you wonder what its like to be in their shoes or to be a character near them....)

I am now doing song/playlist commissions!

You can send me a character that you like, and I can try to find as many songs as I can, you can also have to to be what situation that character is in physically or mentally, or it could just be about their character! I will try to respond as quickly as I can and give you a list of songs.

But I do need to warn you... My song preferences tend to lean towards AJR or Marina, stuff like that, but I still listen to everything. So, if you have a song preference, let me know, and I can try to accommodate that need. You can also send me fanfiction of your character, and I can try to make a playlist about that specific fic!

Fandoms

911, (not lonestar sadly :(

Hazbin Hotel

Httyd

Country humans

Sandersides

Newsies

South park

Youtubers(pretty much only smii7y or his close gang ((kryoz, puffer, blarg, grizzy, Droid, ect)) )

I also do all types of ships! ( kinda)

[rei-does-stuff]

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

[myfuckingpenexploded]

Very shameful self promo

I have a fic, as some people may know. And I decided to take a tip from another person to show it off here lol (if you are uninterested already just scroll it gets more awkward from me avdbejwtygad

So its called Till we fall into place and im proud of it :3

So without further ado or however you spell that word bc im not googling it, here's info about it!

Its a countryhumans fanfic (bare with me ok? Im trynna make it not that problematic and its working so far)

It's ongoing but as of this post it has 19k words and 17 chapters :)

Its all fluff, no nsfw stuff :D

The main ship is poly (if you've liked my incorrect quotes thats very much the vibe)

I can promise one chapter per month, but most of the time we have a once every 2 weeks schedule

Its very queer and very focused on at least some historical accuracy as the main trio is as I have dubbed them 'the ancient trio'

It's a bit sporatic so chances are whichever character you read fics about is in there as either a secondary character or a filler pov

its a bit stupid but eh, whatever

Sorry for the long post, this post is in no way me forcing you to read it as I understand it's not everyone's style but if it does spark interest feel free to pop into the comments there and say hi :)

(Edited since there have been some changes)

[thirdlotusprince3]

Sci-fi fantasy / sci-fi Alternative Universe story prompts.

Write a Hetalia / countryhuman country in Eastern Europe or Asia as a land of fairy citizens living in trees.

Write a single Hetalia / countryhuman Asian country as steampunk, or the whole continent.

Write about a fictional golden age of piracy that existed in Eastern Europe, East Asia, or existed until modern time.

Write about a world that has been swept up with dusty dunes. How do the Hetalia countries / countryhumans, people in Asia, Europe, the Americas, Africa live?

Write about where one continent (Asia, Africa, Europe, North America, South America) represents the Moon, and the other the Sun. People with clothing like the moon and moon powers, people with clothing characteristics of the moon and sun.

Write an Hetalia country / countryhuman in 2589 and it has space pirates or cowboys.

Write about a Hetalia country / countryhuman, but it has a mix of ancient and futuristic design. (Ancient/futuristic architecture clothing, music)

Write about a second ice-age? How has it affected the world. How is one Hetalia country / countryhuman dealing with it?

Write about an existing continent. Each Hetalia country / countryhuman in it represents, characterizes an element.

Write about the old world (Europe, Asia, Africa) but it had cowboys in it.

Write about a Hetalia country / countryhuman in (Eastern Europe, Asia, Latin America, Africa) and it is a mermaid country underwater.

Write about a Hetalia country / countryhuman in Latin America in 2569 and it is cyberpunk.

Write about a fictional country that was formed when two existing countries had a joint colony.

Zap a historical figure from the past, place them in the present. What do they do?

Write about a drastic atmospheric change. The cold countries (Canada, Russia, Finland, etc.) have become hot and tropical, the hot countries (Latin America, Africa, Caribbean, Oceania, Southeast / South Asia, Middle East etc.) have become cold with heavy snow.

Write a historical event, but it had modern technology.

Write a historical time period, but it has superheroes.

Write about some Hetalia countries / countryhumans. They each represent, characterize a season.

Write about some Hetalia countries / countryhumans. They each represent, characterize a holiday, (Christmas, Halloween, Easter etc.)

[crowsong1312]

So uh, Hi! I read fanfics lol

Here's a playlist of chapter parts for Blind Date (RusAme) by NotSoSugar on Wattpad https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9zTER81Hsk&list=PLdC5lhJWq-B-R7TGrm6LXWccsXvUYpUB7 Pspspspspsps come get ur rusame podfic.

[amyrosabell333]

I mean am I wrong? Lol ⚠️Disclaimer I do not support the third reich itself in reality at all. All is for fun purposes only.⚠️

[teshida]

Hiii my phone was stupid and deleted any my work... But i have some my art in Pinterest and IG so I'll give it to here.

(sorry my English so bad)

Of course... ⚠️Not Propagation⚠️

I draw it some days ago:)

It's a bit blurry but i can't do nothing with it...

[thebunnylord]

I was digging through some of my old drafts when I found my country humans retelling of “Casablanca” Oneshot that I started writing but never finished.

The whole premise is that the US states got tickets to see “countryblanca” which is basically Casablanca retold using country humans. But I never finished it because it was too long and tedious and I was flipping back and forth between the movie script and the draft

I remember very vividly that I got the idea from a dream I had where I was trying to direct the film with the countries and I had the beret and clapper board and the director’s chair, but I could not for the life of me get third Reich to cooperate and I think I just gave up and got on a gutted school bus or something and left.

Speaking of dreams, last night I dreamt that I was shopping with Tom Brady and his girlfriend and I was the third wheel, and for breakfast I got sushi, a melted whoopie pie, and ube baby cereal. And our gas stove exploded in Walmart because I tried to use it to make pancakes.

[junocat1890]

Title: Can I Love You Again Please?

Fandom: Countryhumans

Rating: Mature/Teens (?)

Relationships: Turkey/Greece, MLM

[longforgottenau]

Welcome to the Long Forgotten AU

Masterpost link

Meet the 2 creators:

Les

Mars

This is a CountryHumans AU

It’ll have:

Art

A fanfic

Comics

Extras

More under the cut:

Interaction List

Interact:

Countryhuman fans

Pretty much everyone else

Dni:

Basic dni criteria (homophobia racism sexism etc)

Weirdos (pedos toxic generally bad ppl)

[chronically-obsessed]

Someone in my comments said ‘what if instead of handcuffing them UN just merged their hands?’ And my mind would not rest until I could draw it

[countryhumans-drawerist]

"Why do you like me?" (Amephil Story)

Hello, here to show you my self made story, it's still on its preliminary stages, so I apologize for the spelling mistakes! Please correct and give out constructive criticism, thank you!

America paced through the front door with agitation of whomever it is to come, and he was absolutely dreading it, but don't let him deter it from the fact it was a necessary sacrifice. He snorted, all of this was sounding itself to be an awful narration of a story if he were to ask. He then shuffled in place, unable to stay long as his anxiety still shook him to have that of an adverse effect.

He preferred the USA, as it is more specifically referring to him, and nobody else is mistaken in the process of his name being called, yet to the insistence of completely everybody except him, had decided by whatever council of fate had blessed(read: cursed) him with the title of America for their excuse was simply, they have gotten used to the designatory leaving their lips with the thought behind their eyelids was his imaginary self in their self-reflective perspectives, oftentimes an exposure of how they perceive people and interpret their behavior.

So now he was stuck with the blasted entitlement that wasn't his namesake.

Screw this, he would've internally thought so himself, as for once he realizes not twice, nor thrice, but abundantly amount of times the extent that they tend to overshadow himself and somewhat find the semblance and the audacity that HE is the one who manages to be stereotypically overconfident and with the zeal and zest for life that is bigger than his being, and from where they caught or found that kind of personality in him was a wonder.

"USA?" And then a breath of fresh air was by an instant, intermittently fed through his lungs when he turned to look up and - was greeted by a too familiar face, very familiar in fact. He would've bolted his way outside the building if only she weren't, blocking the godforsaken doorway.

Philippines, now where were they? Ah right, recalling the moments of who made them the standing intimidating gal at least for him, what led to them becoming a cat and mouse dynamic asked by the dismay of nobody? He'll deliver and answer it just fine without anyone backing him up, the Philippines had picked up on his own lonesome, whether it was because she was an extrovert who empathized what it was like and misdirected the scene entirely in their head from the assumption that he was, utterly and cripplingly cut off from company in purpose, or a sympathetic compassionate individual who wants to heal him from his presumed butthurt feelings.

He wasn't, he can attest, he was tired of the people's demands over his head that were looming on the top wherein it could drop anytime soon and he would be a shell of who he is due to the sheer magnitude of stress they're willing to put him up with to fix their own dilemmas and issues they've presented, you'd think they'd be the one to do it, but no... they still rely on him and never once they thought to be independent, and so he snapped. Luckily that abated their prying influences and attention for a temporary while, which he then diverts his last dredges of energy to make an escape from the crowds to intake the reward for peace, from what he heard so and so was a rarity in his country nowadays.

Returning to the case of the Philippines of whom he doesn't understand nor care to find out what goes in her head. Secretly though, he wouldn't lie he was a bit, only just a bit oddly curious to earn himself the knowledge of what keeps her on her toes, so that she can be avoided altogether, and to his admittance, her thoughts on him, and her outlook on life. It was a normal interest, believe him, anyone asks the question once in a while. There is a strange delight in deeply comprehending the things that unfold in you when you know the motivations and context behind it, to you, it all made sense down to the very inch, etched in there, that it served a purpose.

Philippines opened her mouth, probably taking advantage over the silence of the previous incursion and distracted look he kept, "So, what are you doing?" Is that all she was going to ask?

And here he thought - oh no, she opted for more words instead, he should've left it at nothing, but fine, let's hear it then, he derisively suggested inward, holding the urge to roll his eyes. He didn't mean to be less than amicable but lately since the incident of USA/America which could've been avoided overall if they had just listened to his pleas, that fell into deaf ears, then he would've been in a lighter mood than he is currently. There's also the affair that was related to his own behavior, which he was scolded for, and he was following through his activities with no worries at all! What warranted such a reprimand? His actions weren't even anything remotely like they represented he was doing at all! But of course, information that he hid, that they don't know, won't know, strikes again. He almost regrets keeping confidential matters, almost.

Sensing his emotions acutely, because there's no other explanation for how she figured that out, "You're thinking about your name, aren't you?" He froze on the spot, he panicked, though figuring out showing it on his expression would catch her gotcha points, so he settled to a blank look that was convincing even to himself.

"What makes you think that?" 'Okay USA, I think you need to tone/bog down on your convincing display of irritation', he chided internally. He also thought this hit two birds if she were to expound on the concern, had flowed in a similar wavelength and went through the same conclusions as him.

She answered casually with a, "People were talking about it, and I caught wind of what they said... are you really all that?" She couldn't hold back a twitch in her smile, what did she find so funny about the situation?

Her eyes widened, as his gaze turned hostile, "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to offend - it's been a long time since I last talked to you..." She huffed, looking longingly at the side before snapping when she realize she was reminiscing the lost memories. At least she had the propriety to look sheepish enough for her actions. He thought everybody else dropped the pretense ball ever since freedom was in store, being advocated for, arguably he wasn't inserting a commentary, it was just his honest feelings about the circumstances. It isn't that he isn't considering his people, the opposite actually, he was ashamed to know that this is where they led astray to, a hill they'd die on, with the loss of their emotional faculties because it overflowed with shame that it collapsed. But he understands, and he hates the truth he understands, and deeply so when your independence is wrenched away from you and you aren't in control. 

He can say that United Kingdom wasn't without his faults, and nothing will ever retract the hurt that was once forcefully inflicted to him. This was one of them.

"It was to my notice that my cognizance of the information that we haven't been in speaking terms lately was on top shape," USA bit out, having to suppress a smirk when a flinch from her was caught in his eye, it was of minimal effort to have someone grasp his insinuations, goes to show that there are people who don't take things for face value, even if tempted or sorely suggested to.

"You'd think they'd contain themselves to their own bubbles rather than, shuffle messages over something unrelated to their case, they're clearly that bored if not even that can satisfy their thirst for drama, whatever happens in the meetings, it is their right to listen in or not, and they chose to prioritize lesser information, the joke is on them." He added, mockingly punctuating each point, as a billboard to a mad scientist does, lest she accuses him of not answering her other statements.

Philippines pursed her lips, as if daring to argue, nevertheless, her resolve was admirable, as all she gave was a restrained judgement that ran course through her countenance. Despite this, he felt the bubbling weight of her pressurecooker of emotions that she was holding and bottling up, switching  aspects of her character in her disposition, contorting to various impressions of sentiments she wished to convey, ranging from disillusionment to irritation. The painfully obvious twitches in her eyes, as clear as day, brought forth signs of tension and stress marring her features, painting her older than she actually is. It was nearly as amusing as her vocalized remarks, and readily as foolish. If he were a lesser man, he would've called it adorable. Luckily, he wasn't that kind of man.

"Don't you have anything nice to say about anybody?" Oops, I guess she couldn't handle herself, what a silly girl. He had spoken too soon, he advised himself to tone down on the positivity, he can't expect everyone else to hold themselves hostage. He must be in a terribly condescending mood, honestly, now he wants to test the waters of what makes her tic. A lightbulb went above his head, and there he determined a plan, so he leaned forward, inches away from her face, putting a show of the biggest shit eating grin he could muster before delivering the blow of, "It must be so hard for you to be such a Ms. Nice girl, you're winning it, should I give you a reward for your good behavior?" Wait, the long pause. He couldn't believe his ears on what he muttered, that was... so -

"America!" Both of them shot from their head, craning their neck simultaneously at the intruding visitor, if anyone were to picture them, they would seem exactly like a deer in headlights. What a pair they make, he groaned, not. He mutely excuses himself his presence over the room, leaving the Philippines to deal with the aftermath of the encounter alone, accompanied by their discordant thoughts that was left by the day's escalations of events, that was coincidentally cut off before it could even be processed by both of the parties. Abstenmindedly, as his lidded eyes trailed on the back, from where his head can reach the turn, there she stood, he entertained the notion that they would've - no, could've been a close companion in another life. (What halts you from the principle of friendship in this life, then?)

[justanotherconfusedman]

New Fic up! Everything takes place in a Masquerade hall. Thanks to Fluff for giving me this prompt! The prompt takes place in chapter 4, and I'm taking requests for later in the fic as all of these are connected but not directly.