Countryhumans Oneshots

Revenge (???)

Trigger Warning: Racism

*??? POV*

It was night when I left my house. The stars shimmered above me, providing light as I walked along the forest. The town around me was still damaged from the Japanese when they invaded. Thankfully, once those Americans stepped in, JE decided it would be stupid to fight any longer and surrendered.

While thinking about the war, I stopped in my tracks.
No, no... You'd better not be thinking of stopping now.
In all honesty, I felt bad about what I was about to do. But, I couldn't back down. I'd promised Soviet I'd tell him about my success the next day. I don't want to disappoint him, especially after some failed attempts at spreading communism.

There was another reason behind this, but I could never bring myself to say it out loud. My father, Qing, was the one who made this a reason.

*flashback*
I giggled as I chased my brothers, holding a worm on a stick.
"Hehe, Uyghur! Look at this!" I yelled at my second oldest brother.
"Eewww! It's so icky!"
"You guys are so immature," my eldest sibling, Macao, said.

"Aww come on, Maca! Have some fun, will you?"
"No. Besides, my feet hurt far too much anyway." Macao had started binding her feet, an old and torturous tradition. She hated it, but my father forced her to anyway.

"What are you doing?" a booming voice asked. That was my father: Qing Dynasty. He was a stuck up old man, bigot, and a hypocrite. Sometimes I wonder how he had so many wives with this lovely personality.
"We're playing, Baba," I said, not realizing what was to come. "I found a worm. See?"

He scowled in disgust, before turning to my other siblings.
"Why must you not obey simple rules? It was a simple request. Do not interact with him, unless needed. He is not a full-blooded Chinese, and therefore will not be tolerated as such. Do you understand?"
An array of 'Yes, father' came from my siblings, as they looked unhappy to have disappointed our father. I started to whimper, knowing that this was about my mother.

"And you..." I looked up at him, trying to hold back whimpers.
"You will not be with them, unless absolutely needed. You are not a full blooded Chinese, and you do not belong here. Do you understand?"
I started to cry, getting nervous at the obvious anger in his voice.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND???"

"..yes, father."
"Go to your room. Do not come out until you have been told to."
I ran as fast as I could toward my room in the palace. I prayed my mother was there so I could hug her and she could tell me it'd be okay. I was lucky this time. She had been sick with an illness, of which everyone refused to tell me what it was, so she wasn't always around.

"Mama!" I cried, jumping into her arms.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
I looked up at her tearfully, before stuffing my face back into her arms. She was already ridden with anxiety, I didn't want to make her worry more.
She understood and started to hum a Burmese lullaby that her mother sang to her. It was calming.

I fell asleep pretty quickly, as I usually did when she would hum lullabies. The last thing I heard was something I'd always cherished, especially into adulthood.
"I love you, my little warrior."
*end flashback*

I wiped a few tears away after remembering her. My mother, her name lost in years worth of experiments done by the Japanese, was truly the only one who cared about me. My father hated me for my ethnicity, though he should've known I'd come out like this before having sex with a Burmese woman. He told my siblings I was evil, and wanted the throne (amongst other things). They believed him, and all turned their backs on me.

They left me to die when we were invaded, and didn't even bother to help when I was taken as a POW. Bastards.

Everything they've done surely gives me enough reasoning to do this. If so, then why am I holding back? Why must I feel bad about this?

I didn't know why I wanted to hold back. Me and my brother "China" have had conflicts over our parties in the past, so why should this be any different?
Not like I'm about to threaten a civil war if he doesn't comply.

Deep down, I knew why I held back. He would protect me from getting beaten up when I was much younger. He always felt bad when small children got hurt, so I can imagine seeing a three year old get beaten by their father isn't something he could have stomached.

Nonetheless, later on, he left me for dead, called me racist slurs on the daily, and almost shot me in the head. Not something that can be fixed with 'sorry'.

With every step I took, I cursed his name under my breath. All the built up rage from years of abuse was starting to come out.
This is for calling me a mutt.
This is for letting Japan experiment on me.
This is for letting father and our siblings hurt me.
This is for making me think my mother was still alive.
THIS IS FOR THINKING I COULD TRUST YOU.

With my large stomps, I soon came up to his house.
Take a deep breath, Manchukuo-No. You're going to be China now. At least, if this goes correctly. All you have to do is tell him that we're going to be communist, and if he disagrees, it means war. Simple.

With that, I knocked on the door, about to make the biggest mistake of my life that'd leave me and my family's nonexistent relationship absolutely dead.

"The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth."

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Yayyyy another story!

I'm going to explain some things incase my story was confusing.

Basically, China's (then Manchukuo) mother was Burmese. She was a city, but as stated, China cannot remember some things about her due to experiments done by the Japanese (more on that in a sec).
The illness that she had was cancer, but everyone didn't want to tell China because they knew he would freak out about it. Once she died, they told him she disappeared, giving him false hope on finding her. When Qing was about to die, he came clean about what actually happened. China wasn't happy and maybe or maybe not upped his father's medicine dose to kill him.
When China's walking and ranting about Taiwan (then China), he says that Taiwan called him a mutt. Y'all should know what a mutt is, so I'm not going to explain it. All I'm going to say is China (in my AU) is mixed race, and his siblings were assholes.

Alright, now about the leaving China for dead and experiments.
In my AU, when the Japanese invaded, his siblings left him at the house in the middle of the night and left him to be killed by the invaders.
The Japanese had Unit 731, where they did experiments on Chinese prisoners of war and civilians (I suggest you look more into this, but I will warn that its pretty horrific). In my AU, China was at this and had experiments done on him. They all fucked him up in their own special ways, but they affected his memory, so his already not good memory of his mother was now basically nonexistent (with very few exceptions).

Last explanation thing. So, in my AU, China's siblings are: Uyghur, Macao, Hong Kong, and Taiwan. The age order goes, Macao, Taiwan, Uyghur, Hong Kong, and China. Macao, Hong Kong, and Uyghur (technically Xinjiang) are part of China, Taiwan is Taiwan, and China is China.

Sorry for the buttload of words at the end, but I thought it'd be good to have an explanation if you don't understand.

Have a great day!
~written-by-an-idiot

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