Countryhumans smut (Endless)

Countryhumans Germany x Romania

Romania x Germany

Highschool... countries gathering creating separate groups that represent their skills, personality, social complexities... There were 4 richest Germany, UK, Japan, and Saudi Arabia or at least they parents were. Italy craved on becoming like these ones parents cuz unfortunately his parenst and most particular his father lost almost all his fortune on gambling and strip shows. The countries took several classes that represent their desires such as theatre, dance, painting, journalism, instead history, geography and math were impose for everybody. In this scenario the world nations were more divided. France was between the ones that care about body health only he took it to the extreem, nor skinny or too muscular, japan obviously always measured his abdomen and noted how much he weight weakly while Germany one off the tallest was somehow chubby. He neglected his health and was always so quiet. He was admired by an insignifiant latin european country, Romania, the boy was stereotipically skinny for a south eastern country, short for his kind and unfortunately for the discriminatory groups intersex. He stared hours at the germanic nations but no one was as gorgeous, much more kind and perfect than the forever only one Germany. The taller nation noticed his simpaty but he was never bothered by it. He allow him to hang out and sometimes sit next to him in class. Romania would touch his hand and encourage him for everything. Sure germany never involved when the boy suffered from phisical abuse made by his neighboor countries or others mockery and not even encourage him to surpass this judgement. Spain and France try to make fun of Germany weight but they were overwhelmed by his height and his look not to mention fashionable style.. As the stereotype goes on and him beying both south and eastern nation he lived in a gheto enroling into this school based on a scholarhip. Life in a small apartment along with his father and with loud neighboors depressed him more. He made a habit on hiding in an empty half destroyed complex, of course it was always cold during winter, the walls in their hate it was like they absorbed water and eliberated it into the room, it was a high dense humidity most especially during spring. He left his old house togheter with his father when he was 7 he made friend poland but the guy now dont talk to him anymore. (he also used to live in a gheto). This new complex is between the civilised hard infrastructure part of the city and the ghetos where the majority of homeless and poor people are pushed in. The streets were partially safe, there were no gun shots just thefts, and some knife attacks. When he started school his grades were medium cuz of the education level offered by schools. The cafetaria obviously was far too expensive for him so he worked in a small local second book library to entertain himself, finally provide for himself. He hide most of his salary cuz his dad probably would spend it unforcefully. His health degradating every year, he stoped caughing when ill but bleed from his nose and spit it as well. Wealthy nations as France of corse would never lift a finger for anyone beside their own arse. Romania wished to play cello but at least he had a phone. There was a single bus that would circulate this part of the city twice a day, the first at 5am and the second at 10pm. Sometimes he would be so tired that he would wish to stop breathing and released himself this way from the world but he continued and always remember to be ambitious. Just one more year and he will be allowed to have his own decisions and no longer live with his father. When he first slept in the complex his father searched for him still not beying able to discover his place but he once saw him at the bus station and just demand money. The school notify the father when he needed a parent signature for something so Romania had to return home and stay for some days with him. The school will actually expelled this kid if ever see him abused or just with small bruises, he was on a scholarship, the school need people to concentrate and never affect their immage. (school image).

Now a bakery oppened close to his library and people would buy some croissants, different bread varieties and milkshake mixed with tea. Grate now even the beautiful smell would torture him. He once and only once was able to afford a croissant but he didnt noticed his father already followed him and after grabing his hand and almost making him drop the dessert he took it with no regret in a second and ban it from tasting it, chewing the soft chocolate caramel elemnt in front of him and only after that release him from his grip. *god,... do I hate beying so small* he thought. Of course one of the cause of his short height was malnutrition. At least he cant say much but.. at least he taste from time to time small chocolate candies from nearby stores, they were much cheaper.