~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:86◀

Before we start, have some info about some abilities, this chapter is exceptional.

Palestine: Barrier Creation:Palestine can create protective barriers that shield him and his people from physical harm. These barriers are strong but require significant energy to maintain, especially under prolonged attack. He had a healing Aura too-Palestine has a natural healing ability that allows him to slowly mend wounds and provide relief from pain. This aura extends to those close to him, though it’s limited by his own physical and emotional state. Palestine’s endurance is extraordinary. Despite the ongoing conflict and constant pressure, he can withstand extreme stress and physical pain, driven by his determination to protect his homeland.

Israel: Tactical Manipulation: Israel can manipulate situations to his advantage, often twisting circumstances to ensure favorable outcomes for himself. This can range from altering perceptions to creating strategic scenarios where he always has the upper hand. Israel has also the ability to project powerful energy blasts that can cause significant destruction. These blasts are controlled and can be directed with precision, making them a formidable offensive weapon. Also, Israel can subtly influence the thoughts and decisions of others, often pushing them to act in ways that serve his interests. This ability isn’t outright mind control but rather a form of persuasive influence that can manipulate decisions and outcomes.

Now with the chapter:

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3rd person pov:

𝐼𝓈𝓇𝒶𝑒𝓁 '𝓈  𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉  𝑜𝒻  𝒫𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒

When in meetings with Palestine, Israel maintains a cold, dismissive demeanor. He often interrupts or talks over Palestine, belittling his concerns and dismissing his pleas for peace or fairness. Israel uses his tactical manipulation to dominate conversations, ensuring that his narrative is the one that prevails. He rarely acknowledges Palestine’s suffering, instead focusing on his own perceived grievances or playing the victim to garner sympathy.

When they are alone, Israel’s treatment of Palestine is even harsher. He drops any pretense of diplomacy, often mocking Palestine’s resilience and ridiculing his efforts to protect his people. Israel uses his energy projection abilities to intimidate, occasionally lashing out with controlled blasts that force Palestine to use his barriers defensively. He takes a perverse pleasure in watching Palestine struggle, viewing him as a nuisance rather than an equal.
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Palestine sat quietly in his dimly lit room, the faint sound of distant explosions resonating through the walls. His eyes, darkened by sleepless nights, scanned the scattered photos of his homeland, torn apart by relentless conflict. Each image told a story of loss, of resilience, and of a fight that seemed never-ending. Despite the weariness etched on his face, a fierce determination burned within him—a love for his home that refused to be extinguished.

The door creaked open, and Russia stepped in, his presence bringing a brief moment of comfort. He walked over to Palestine, placing a hand on his shoulder with a silent understanding. Both had endured so much, and in that quiet room, words were unnecessary.

"I came as soon as I heard," Russia said softly. "How are you holding up?"

Palestine managed a small, weary smile. "It’s the same as always, Russ. But we continue, don’t we?"

Russia nodded, his gaze filled with empathy. "We do. You’re not alone in this."

He handed over a big package filled with medical supplies and some food. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to show that Russia cared, that he hadn’t forgotten about his friend’s struggles.

Later that evening, Palestine was joined by more of his allies—Algeria, China, Kazakhstan, Belarus, and some of the Arabic nations. They gathered in a secure location, away from the immediate threat of violence, but the tension in the room was palpable. Each country present carried their own frustrations, their own hopes for Palestine’s future.

Algeria, always fierce in his support, spoke first. "The world cannot keep ignoring this. We must do more, act stronger."

China, ever calm and strategic, added, "We stand by you, Palestine. Diplomatic pressure will be increased, and I’ll ensure that."

Kazakhstan, gentle yet firm, placed a reassuring hand on Palestine’s arm. "Your strength is admirable, Palestine. We’ll support you, no matter how long this takes."

Belarus, with a solemn nod, agreed. "We’ve sent what we can. Our people pray for your safety."

Listening to them, Palestine felt a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. He knew their words were sincere, but the harsh reality of his situation weighed heavily on him. Still, their presence provided a small spark of hope—a reminder that he wasn’t entirely alone in his struggle.

As the night deepened, Palestine was left alone once more, walking through the rubble of his home. The sound of drones buzzed overhead, and the sight of bombed-out buildings filled his view. His heart ached with every step he took, every injured person he tried to help. The pain of his people was his pain, and it drove him forward, even when he felt he had nothing left to give.

Every day is a fight for survival. Every night, a prayer that it will end. But I cannot fall. Not now, not ever.

The thought of Israel crossed his mind, the source of so much of his suffering. But Palestine refused to let anger consume him. Instead, he channeled his emotions into determination, into a fierce will to protect his land and his people, no matter the cost.

Back in his home, Palestine collapsed into a chair, exhaustion finally taking hold. He closed his eyes, seeking a moment of peace, but the images of destruction and the cries of his people haunted him. Just as he began to drift into a restless sleep, the phone rang, startling him awake.

It was Saudi Arabia, a close ally who had always been supportive. They spoke quietly, the conversation providing a brief respite from the overwhelming burden Palestine carried.

"You don’t have to carry this alone, Palestine," Saudi Arabia said softly.

Palestine’s voice cracked as he replied, "But I do. This is my burden. My home."

They shared a moment of silence, the weight of their conversation heavy even through the phone. Palestine knew he had to keep going, for the sake of his people and his homeland, even when it felt impossible.

As dawn broke, Palestine was visited by Iran and Syria, who had brought more supplies and insisted on staying with him through the night. They sat in comfortable silence, offering their silent support.

Syria was the first to speak. "You’ve always been strong, Palestine. But even the strongest need to rest."

Iran agreed. "We’ll take turns watching over things. You need to sleep."

Reluctantly, Palestine allowed himself to rest, knowing that his friends were watching over him. As he drifted off, he felt a rare moment of peace, a small comfort in the midst of the storm.

The sun rised  over Palestine’s battered home, casting a warm light on the land he fights so hard to protect. Despite the destruction, despite the pain, there is still hope—a flicker of light that refuses to be snuffed out.

Even in his sleep, Palestine clings to that hope, dreaming of a day when his land will be free, his people safe, and the conflict just a distant memory.

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End of chapter...

Guys, i made this chapter to illustrate Palestine's resilience, and the ongoing torment from Isra*l. And yes, i support Palestine of course, FREE PALESTINE!!! 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸