ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ (ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ)

Royalty

⚠️Hello quick disclaimer!⚠️

This may be a short story probably only reaching somewhere close to 800-900 words but if I add details it may reach the thousands!

There will be some words from the song in the story and there are mentions of hallucinations, dark magic, demons etc.

Remember read at your own risk bc I don't want your little ass coming to me in the comments saying "hey translate this" or shit. (Im looking at you @The-State-Of-Maine
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So thats it, enjoy!

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"You cold hearted psycho!" Said Russia, he was currently tied up in a rundown castle, the castle of the British family, the kingdom he knew so well since he was a kid. Where he had found his first love, and also the place where he disappeared along with the rest of his family..

The British family was a very secretive family, rarely showing up to meetings or parties. There was a rumor that they had dark magic, but it was soon closed. The family consisted of four family members.

The British empire: he was the father and husband of the family, he ruled over several lands, he was a very powerful man. Him and my father were quite good friends.

Queen France: the mother and wife of the British empire, she wasn't that powerful as the British empire but people still feared her, she was a caring person, get on her bad side and you're in for a ride. Very good actress that she even managed to make her friends belive she was having an affair.

Prince Canada: very protective of his younger brother, the oldest of the kids. Very charming. Outgoing smart, kind and many other things that could make a woman fall for him, which is exactly what happened to Russia's sister; Ukraine, she fell inlove with him. To her dismay he had disappeared.

Prince America: a very outgoing kid but would be shy most of the time, he would trust people easily and people would try to abduct him, the reason why his big brother would be so protective of him. He was the Russian's first friend, then to be his first love. He was devastated to hear that his lover had disappeared without a trace behind, not even a scent..

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"Oh dear, but I'm just getting started.." said the figure coming closer to Russia, "who are you?!" Yelled Russia craving for some answers to why he was here and who his captor was.

You really want to know?" He asked, the Russian kept quiet. The man smiled, he slowly took of the hood that was covering his face. The Russian stared at the man before him. His lover was standing there, but he looked different.

His eyes were blood stained red, instead of normal teeth he had sharp teeth, able to make a person's spine shiver. His beautiful white hair was messed up.

Russia couldn't speak, he was just there, deeply staring at the American, he couldn't believe his own lover would try to hurt him.

He wanted to do so much things to him right there, he wanted to hug him, cry on his shoulder, kiss him and never let go, but he really wanted to punch him, he wanted to make him suffer like he made him suffer.

"W-why are you doing this!?" He wanted answers, suddenly he was met with a forest surrounding him and America completely. America took out his hand and a white butterfly came out. The butterfly went behind Russia and cut the ropes that hugged his legs and arms together.

America was surrounded by a purple mist, his eyes were purple not a single spec of white anywhere. He rose up into the never ending dark sky above them. The dark made the forest look even more haunted that it already looked.