The two mortal enemies suddenly spawned in a blank room, both confused.
"What the fuck-?" America cursed out, confused.
"FUCKING HELL DID YOU KIDNAP ME?!" Russia shouted at America.
"No you dumb bitch, where are we?" America asked.
"IDONTFUCKINGKNOW???" Russia kept shouting until a unholy image popped up.
...
"Nice... Art?" America stood there frozen.
"This is p3d0-" Russia wanted to dig to the Earth's inner core.
"Okay, first things first: Alaska is related to Russia, and I'm Alaska's father, also it would be weird af to date someone who adopted/bought (whatever you wanna call it) your aunt/uncle (uncle in my AU bc Alaska is a boy). Second: I am WAY older than Russia in human years, so Russia is right- this is p3d0 in human years..." America explained, looking at the drawing in "disgust"
"Yeah, by the way, forgot to mention I'm homophobic." Russia grabbed something out of his pocket, which looked like a gun.
"In Россия, we use guns for bear shooting." Russia shot the photo, once, twice, three times, four times... and finally 10 times.
"Get me out of here..." America whispered.
"Nope, you gotta rate it." The narrator told them.
"WHO TF ARE YOU-?!"America jumped at the sudden voice, Russia kept hold of his gun.
"Chill! I just want you to rate this shit." The narrator said.
"0/10" Russia spat.
"1/10, only because the art is good..." America said, annoyed.
The two disappeared.
"Time to get this shit out of my photos..." The narrator muttered.
DONE, give me ships for other countries to react to.
//SORRY IF YOU SHIP THIS//
YOU ARE READING
- MY COUNTRYHUMANS REACT TO SHIPS -
RandomJust give me some random ahh ships that exist and I'll make them react to it. (Sorry if you ship these...) Book cover ain't mine. (Imao thats silly Soviet Onion beating up silly Third Rich)