Chapter 2: Shadows of the Past
(I didn't have time and was lazy to switch the POV, so this is directly pasted from ChatGPT's saying.. sorry if it's a little weird. This counts for some chapters)
As the protagonist wandered through the streets of their newly independent homeland, memories of their past intertwined with the present, weaving a tapestry of nostalgia and longing. They traced the familiar paths they once walked with Russia and their siblings, Yumaslaviaka and Vernom, under the watchful gaze of the imposing Russian flag.
But amidst the echoes of their shared history, there was a moment frozen in time, a moment etched into the very fabric of their being. It was the day when Ransliteratio, their beloved sister, had appeared out of the blue, her voice ringing out like a bell in the crisp winter air.
"Hey Папа!" she cried, her voice filled with excitement as she sought out Russia's attention. The protagonist could still feel the warmth of her embrace, the joy that radiated from her like a beacon of hope in the darkness of their troubled past.
In that moment, the bonds of siblinghood had never felt stronger, their unity transcending the barriers of language and culture. But even as they reveled in the warmth of their reunion, the shadows of the past loomed large on the horizon, casting a pall over their fragile peace.
The protagonist's mind drifted back to the present, to the fragmented landscape of their homeland and the fractured relationships that defined their existence. Yumaslaviaka's cheerful demeanor served as a stark contrast to Vernom's relentless dedication to work, each coping with the aftermath of Russia's collapse in their own way.
Yet amidst the chaos of their fractured family, there remained a glimmer of hope, a hope that burned bright within the protagonist's heart. For even as they navigated the complexities of their newfound independence, they carried with them the memories of their shared past, the laughter and tears that bound them together as siblings.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, the protagonist felt a sense of resolve wash over them. They may be fragments of a once-great empire, but they were also architects of their own destiny, forging a new path forward in the wake of war and upheaval.
But amidst the chaos and uncertainty of the present, the protagonist found solace in the memories of their past.
They vowed to honor the legacy of their fallen father, Russia, and to ensure that the sacrifices of their siblings and loved ones were not in vain. And as they turned towards the future, they carried with them the knowledge that no matter how fractured their homeland may be, their bonds of family and friendship would endure, a guiding light in the darkness of an uncertain world.
Maybe this was...maybe it was destiny?
Only a ring of a bell, and the ways of the wicked time shall pass. A new beginning, and a new infracured past.
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Countryhuman!Reader AU Story
Pertualanganignore the cover, I couldn't find a good image so I went with my cat it will be changed later. Note: This book has no relation with the actual countries, all of this is fictional and completely made up and should not be taken literally in any way. T...
