Countryhuman stories please don't read (Most of these are unfinished)

Something New

(Soviet and little Germany) this will MOSTLY be sfw because I thought it'd be cute, I'm sorry 💀 there will be sensitive topics in here tho-

The snow fell gently over his body. Germany looked over his shoulder, tears streaming down his face. The Soviet Union was surely not too far behind, but he couldn't run anymore. His feet were so numb, he couldn't feel them. His knees shook violently as he took another step, or tried to. He collapsed. Shivering and chattering his teeth, the snow started to hug him slightly as he lay there. Then the sound of snow crunching was heard in the distance and it was growing louder. Slow and heavy steps, as if they were trying to be quiet.

Crunch....crunch....crunch... then they stopped. Germany stopped breathing, terrified. He knew exactly who it was.

He hugged his body even tighter, shaking so aggressively it looked as if he would explode. His teeth were chattering so loudly that he couldn't hear the footsteps that had stopped before, getting closer until it was too late. Something had slid under his body and he was lifted out of the snow, gently and slowly. Germany started to flail his frozen limbs around in a useless attempt to free himself from the protective grip. His breathing hitched in his throat as he gasped and cried out for his father. "N-Nein- paPA! PAPA HELP! HELP ME!" poor little Germany wailed. He knew that his father wouldn't come, he was dead but he still tried. Failing to get help, he slumped, sobbing hot, heavy tears.

Germany was pressed against his rescuer's chest in an upright position. Something warm and soft closed around him, hugging him in a loving embrace. "P-please...nein, papa! P-papa please-" he trailed off into a heavy sob. Germany very weakly and almost pathetically, punched the man's chest as a last fighting attempt. The boy kept pounding his little fits on the giant's chest. The USSR just looked down at the unstable boy, trying his best to beat him up or prove that he wasn't going without a fight. He, in response, just hugged the boy closer and tighter. Soon, he stopped. Soviet could still hear his little whimpers and whines as he cried into his chest. His pleas mixed into different muffled languages, hoping one of them would convince the Russian to let him go. Every sound he made was muffled by the large winter coat wrapped around him.

Germany didn't know much English or much of any other language except German, since his father never let him go anywhere or see anyone. His father was horrified by what could happen to his one and only son. So, Germany never got a chance to use another language or even leave the house. The only view he had of the outside world was books. Germany spent most of his time reading and drawing.

"Shhh... little Deutschland...it's okay..." the giant cooed. Placing a gloved hand on the back of Germany's head, gently caressing his tear-stained cheek with his thumb. The USSR's coat was wrapped around Germany, hugging him to keep him warm.

The USSR started walking but Germany didn't care, he had given up. He was done fighting. He was tired and hungry and in pain, not only physical but emotional pain too. Germany thought that if he was going to die, at least he'd be in heaven with his father.

But Third Reich is not heaven. Though the little boy didn't know that and he certainly didn't know or need to know about what his father had done.

Germany gripped tightly onto the Soviet's dark green sweater, pressing his face into it trying to get warmer. He started to feel oddly...safe... in the communist's arms. Even though this was the same man that killed his father right in front of him. Not on purpose though, Soviet didn't know the Nazi had a son. The more the USSR thought about it, the more guilt he started to feel. It made the steel titan feel sick to his stomach. He looked down at the little shivering child in his arms, Germany had his face pressed so deep into his sweater, Soviet though he might suffocate. Soviet could feel a warm patch on his chest that came from Germany's nose when he breathed out. Then, it would get cold when he took a deep breath in. He smiled.