Countryhumans Hispanic Heritage Month 2024

El Olvidado Mismo

Prompt: Paraguay. This oneshot was inspired by one by geisterland on ao3. I will link it in the comments if I do not forget. Really fun and something I've wanted to do for a while. It's the longest CH HHM oneshot by far so far.

Paraguay's life had become a living hell. Ever since the outbreak of war four years ago, his life had warped into Hell on Earth as he watched his people, his friends, fall and die at the hands of the Triple Alliance.

Argentina, Brazil, and Uruguay. At the rate the war was going, Paraguay would not be surprised if they attempted to kill him, to wipe his nation from the Earth, and take his land for themselves.

Paraguay was tired.

He was tired of war, tired of dying, tired of starving, tired of losing everyone and everything important to him.

He was just tired.

He fought anyway. Sometimes, he wasn't sure why he still fought, not when there was so little hope of him winning. Sometimes, he wondered how he could have ever been optimistic about the war.

Sometimes, he wondered what the point of it all was.

The Triple Alliance was close to his capital now, close to his heart. Paraguay wondered if he would be able to defend it, if he had the men, the morale, the strength. He barely had the strength himself. He was weak from hunger and the war. His body's strength was fading, and he felt as if he would collapse and not get back up any second.

He knew they could die and come back, but this war seemed to have stretched his immortality to the limit. God could only return him to life so many times in a row before his body did truly give up on him.

The battle they just fought at Lomas Valentinas had only seemed to prove that Paraguay was not going to be able to win the war. He had been taken captive. It was...it was over.

A part of him felt numb.

So when Brazil arrived, he didn't say anything, just glared up at the man with hate.

"Olá, Paraguai," the empire said, "I apologize for Argentina and Uruguay's absence. They have better things to do."

Paraguay gritted his teeth, anger flooding through him.

"I know they're here, puta, so you can cut it out," Paraguay snapped, staring Brazil right in the eyes. He may be weakened and defeated, but there was no way he was going to let Brazil humiliate him, not after everything the man and his armies had done to Paraguay.

"You could stand to be more polite. After all, we've won," Brazil said. Paraguay rolled his eyes.

"No, you haven't. I haven't surrendered. Just because you've captured me doesn't mean I or my people are going to give up," Paraguay said. He knew that Brazil was right, that the war was as good as won for him and the Triple Alliance, but there was no way Paraguay was admitting that to his face.

Brazil just shook his head, lifting his gun.

"That is a very foolish decision," he said, swinging the gun towards Paraguay. It cracked across his face, causing stars to light up in Paraguay's vision, his head ringing from the force of the blow.

"Come now, little nation, if you surrender, this can all be over for you—no more death," Brazil said, a smile curling at the corner of his lips. Paraguay shook his head before stumbling due to the wave of dizziness that brought him.

"Shut up, pendejo," Paraguay eventually said through the ringing of his head. Brazil shrugged.

"Have it your way," he said before swinging the gun again. Paraguay, too dazed to do anything about the coming blow, was once again hit in the head by the weapon, this blow causing him to collapse to the ground, head cracking against it.