It's gonna be Countryhumans
dUh
Bc I'm that delulu <33
but it may also be incredibly violent because i feel particularly like killing off some likable characters today
(violence, blood, graphic depictions of it, murder, angst, suicide)
[Not canon to Hawksong or TtD, just me being goofy]
Lots of ships. Don't like, don't read
Also, I'm not gonna bother with different chapters :3
UPDATE I HAVE TO BOTHER WITH NEW CHAPTERS BC OTHERWISE Y'ALL DON'T GET A NOTIFICATION AND I NEED TO SHOVE ANGST DOWN YOUR THROATS
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Enjoy <3
Or cringe, whatever suits your fancy
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Lost Loyalties
Mexico twisted the dagger in Germany's stomach, before jerking downwards. Vibrant red blood glistened on the blade and bloomed through her clothes. She let out a strangled cry as she doubled over on the rough pavement.
Mexico scoffed, yanking the dagger out of her body. "Pathetic. Just as easy as all the others."
Germany seethed, gritting her teeth as she tried to hold her organs inside her body. Their wet sliminess rubbed against her bloodied fingers. "You bastard!" she yelled, her words echoing around the deserted lot.
Mexico just gave her a smug look, before turning and parading back into the darkness.
Germany slumped over, fighting a losing battle against her tears. "Why..." she whimpered into the night air. As her blood seeped out onto the pavement, she felt the edges of her vision grow fuzzy. Despite knowing that she was going to die before the sun rose again, she still fought it. Why? She couldn't tell through the haze of pain and despair that had overridden her brain, and she didn't have the energy or the time to figure it out, anyway.
"I'm so sorry..."
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Afghanistan stood over the mangled body that lie in the gravel of the old car lot. "What a way to start a Monday..." she grumbled. The flashing lights of several different cop cars went off behind her.
Canada walked up behind her, and upon seeing the bloody mess on the ground, let his face twist into a grimace.
"What the hell happened here?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Looks like a murder, if you ask me. Probably another gang fight or somethin'." Afghanistan looked over the body of the German woman, silently taking in the mess of intestines and blood, and her glazed blue eyes. Flies had begun to crowd over the body, landing on her messy, matted hair and crawling into her slightly open mouth.
"Shouldn't we find whoever keeps doing this?"
Afghanistan gave Canada an unamused look. "Why bother? If she was part of a gang, she clearly didn't have any family that cared about her." She then turned back to the other cops, who waited awkwardly by the cars. "We're done here. Someone take care of the body, and just find a place to put it."
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"Shh, shh, don't cry, little one," Poland cooed softly as she rocked a small bundle of old and tattered blankets in her arms. "Mama will be back soon, I promise." A tiny hand reached up and latched onto Poland's finger, earning a forced smile in return.
The old warehouse she was hiding in felt so cold, and so dark... It certainly wasn't a place to keep a child.
"Germany, where are you..." Poland muttered, looking up at the rusty door.
