Countryhumans: ♡Rusame Oneshots♡

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I gotten this as an idea from Lunaxrosie33 's comment on English/French headcanon oneshot

Also remember that 'something I thought of' oneshot? Well, I was bored so I added a few more rules in there because why not-

This is an idea I gotten from one of you lovely readers

Just so you guys know, I have nothing against Britain/UK, the only country I'm probably not very fond of is North Korea(Not the people, the leader)

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Bretagne-'Britain' in French

Native America is America's biological mother.

America's Old Names{From what I got from my history class and Google}: 13 Colonies,Turtle Island, and Vinland

⚠️Warning⚠️

Gore and Blood!

There will be barely any rusame in this oneshot but there will be rusame in part 2
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Author's POV~

Year 1607 Jamestown

"Y-you...Tricked me! I trusted you, helped you, and you betrayed me!" Native America exclaims crashing on to her knees looking at Britain with a look of betrayal.

"Just give up you fool, I won. Hand over your land and the infant." Great Britain smirked looking down upon Native America who was on her knees, heavily wounded, and covered in her own people's blood, Native America's vision became blurry with tears as she held her baby close who was sleeping peacefully unlike her. "You can have anything else, just please not my son!" Native America cried looking up at Britain with a pleading look, Britain scowls. "I'm afraid that's not how this works, you ether hand him over, or die with him." Britain said smiling evily, of course Great Britain was bluffing about killing the baby, it was just to convince the Native American to give him up.

There was a moment of silence, Native America then finally makes her decision. "You won, take him. Just please take good care of my baby..." Native America said giving one last kiss to her baby's forehead, her voice cracked since she's about to burst in to tears. "Oh trust me, he will be more better off with me than you." Britain hummed carefully taking the infant in his right arm, he then pulls out a sword with his left arm and held it near Native America's neck as she look down sobbing. "Any last words?" Britain ask holding up his sword above Native America, Native America looked up, her dark brown eyes filled with hatred and sadness.

"You will pay for this...No matter what you do, you'll never be my son's true parent! One day someone will have your head hanging on the highest tree!" Native America spats with venom, Britain glares at her in return.
"I doubt it, after this, my wife will be the one he'll call 'mother'." Those were the mocking last words Native America heard from Britain before he lifted his sword in the air and swinged. Blood splattered almost everywhere as Native America's lifeless and decapitated head roll over the pool of her own blood. Britain then dropped the now blood drenched sword and looked at the infant in his arm who was now fully awake and confused by it's surroundings, Britain smiled when the baby's big bright yellow eyes made eye contact with his sharp blue eyes.