Unfinished Writings

(5) Countryhumans but Superpowers (notes) (CH)

Mostly written in 2020 or 2021 I believe, inspired by ruthless. America's character is very wishiwashi and doesn't make sense.

Also this was meant to be a multi-chapter fic. And also RusAme isn't actually romantic, they were just meant to become besties lol.

Languages other than english are google translated.

"Welcome to Countryhumans Academy!" UN smiled at the four new students standing in their office.

The four nodded.

"Japan, Israel, Cuba, would you mind showing these four their dorms and doing the tours?" UN asked the three standing behind them.

"Alright! ベラルーシ, ウクライナ, you're with me!" Japan exclaimed, running towards the hall.

"Coming!" Belarus exclaimed, dragging Ukraine with her.

"Slow down!" UN yelled into the hallway.

‎"קזחסטן? If you'd come with me?" Israel said, stepping towards the hall.

"Alright." Kazakhstan said, following Israel.

"You must be Rusia, then?" Cuba asked as he and Russia walked out of the room.

"Да. You are?" Russia asked.

"Cuba. Now let's see, your dorm..." Cuba trailed off, shuffling the papers in his hands.

Russia watched as Cuba visibly cringed.

"Good luck, dude." Cuba said.

"Why?" Russia asked.

"You're stuck with the loser loner that also happens to be Sr. Bretaña's son." Cuba said.

"What's so wrong about him being Г-н. Великобритания's son?" Russia asked.

"That entire family is a bunch of posh stuck up brats." Cuba explained.

"Interesting." Russia murmured.

"I heard the guy used to be really popular, but then something happened and he completely shut everyone out." Cuba continued, "I don't know why they're finally giving him a dorm mate. He's been alone in this dorm the entire time I've been here. The entire hall was added on after the event so he could be alone. His mother payed for it out of pocket."

"Maybe it's the only available spot left." Togo said, popping out of no where before disappearing again.

"Teleportation." Cuba stated, to which Russia nodded.

"Oh, and here's your schedule, dorm key, and power checklist." Cuba said, shoving two of the papers into Russia's hands and a key he pulled out of his pocket, "As soon as we get to your dorm, feel free to check off any power you've seen before, and your own power, along with power blockade, teleportation, and death touch."

"Why?" Russia asked.

"It's like a game. No one has ever completed the entire thing. There's a prize, but no one knows what it is, besides UN. Power Blockade is UN's power, teleportation is Togo's, that's who popped by a second ago, and Death Touch is mine. That's why I wear these gloves. You can't just go up to people and ask what their power is. You have to see it in action most of the time, but there are a few exceptions, like myself." Cuba explained.

Russia nodded as they turned into the hallway. It was painted white, where as the rest of the halls had been painted a light blue, with a black stripe, before finishing as a light grey.

"So, I'm curious, what's your power?" Cuba asked.

"Illusions and Superhuman Tracking." Russia replied.