Trigger Warning! Blood, injury, possible medical innacuracy
"Чеeeeeeeeрт(Fuuuuuuuuck)!!"
The tall(for a high school freshman of course), blue eyed Russian, who would most definitely prefer to be hanging out with his boyfriend, landed on something. It created a loud thud, a noise of pain could be heard from whatever the hell he landed on. He couldn't really care about whoever or whatever he just crushed, who could give a shit about this random person or animal? What even happened? Whatever, all he needed to do was get back to his boyfriend. Hopefully that bastard, China, wasn't making a move on America. Just the thought of it made his blood boil.
His white hair with blue and red tips was annoyingly in his face, his ushanka had landed somewhere else in the woods, he moved his mid-length hair out of the way of his face. Suddenly the thing he had landed on and 'generously broke his fall', stood up easily, knocking him to the ground. After a moment of regaining his thought process, he looked up. How tall even was this stupid human?! Russia had to stand up completely just to be able to see their neck! He did just fall out from a portal pretty high in the sky, so he failed to notice the obvious red and blue markings on the white skin.
"So I guess I'm not the only person who ended up here," the man who spoke had completely blue hair that faded into white at the end of his high ponytail, he looked kind of like he was pushed into water recently, a strangely familiar look was on his face as he knelt down to get a good look at Russia, "seriously? The person who landed on me is a smaller version of the asshole?"
Russia's eyes widened as he recognized the flag of the country he landed on, "А-Aмерика(A-America)?!"
"Да, чего ты хочешь, ты, миниатюрная версия мудака(Yeah, what do you want, you miniature version of an asshole)?" the larger, harpy version of Hi!America responded.
"..." Hi!Russia was at a loss for words, what the hell was going on?!
"Well.. guess I need to drag you everywhere until I find other people." OG!America picked Hi Russia up by the arm and started dragging him along. Too stunned to even be able to process what was going on, Hi!Russia just let whatever the fuck was happening, happen.
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(Switch to more vague, non-personality driven point of view that's not being influenced by characters the plot is following.)
After what felt like miles, upon miles, upon miles of walking(Hi!Russia had managed to regain some consciousness and idea of what was going on after about 2 minutes of being dragged along and started walking on his own), Hi!Russia, finally, spoke up, "What's even going on?"
"Good question kid, I don't know. One second I'm at a UN meeting, and the next I've fallen into a river," he sounded bothered by that fact, probably not liking being wet.
"UN meeting..? Why would there be a meeting with principal UN?"
"Principal? Eh, whatever, what matters most is-" a sudden crunch could be heard from under the countryhuman along with a wail of pain, "!?"
The both of them looked down and saw a winged country, crying. The familiar Polish flag along his face. St!Poland was holding his arm, it was bleeding, heavy. Directly where America stepped on the country.
America's eyes widened and he quickly knelt down, taking his suit jacket off and ripping a part of it off. The star-spangled country applied pressure to the wound as best as he could. He handed Russia part of the ripped off sleeve, "Go find water to clean the wound!" he ordered Hi!Russia, clearly not wasting any time or wanting to let it bleed out any longer. He used the nub that is his right arm to hold St!Poland still, not wanting to hurt him anymore than he already did. "Hey, it's alright, it's all going to be fine," his voice was comforting and seemingly numbed the pain slightly.
St!Poland opened his eyes, looking up at the man who accidentally broke his arm and was now rushing to help him. His vision was blurred, so, he could only make sense sense of the flag. The Polish man started freaking out as he made sense of the flag and sunglasses.
Hi!Russia returned with the cloth soaked in water, not that he cared about the weak country bleeding out on the floor. He just didn't want to piss off the giant eagle harpy and risk getting murdered.
America cleaned the wound to the best of his ability, then wrapped the cloth tight around it. He then used his tie to make an arm sling for the countryhuman. The winged country scooped up Poland easily.
"Alright, follow me, edgy teenager."
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Author's Notes
Has anyone else almost completely forgotten that one of your character's is missing a limb and needed to add that in real quick? Yeah, I forgot my America doesn't have a right arm for a moment in the story and only remembered it when writing the scene in which he has to heal St!Poland's arm from the protruding bone. Also, I really can't wait for everyone's reactions to magic! That will be a fun scene to write.
Does anyone have any nitpicks or feedback on this story? I want to make this appealing as I can in later chapters.
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