(Discontinued) Countryhuman Yaoi oneshots

america x russia

Hello my fellow yaoi fans, trymeordie here, this has

-a bit of bullying/picking on
-cringe (to me ofc cause I find everything I do cringy)
-I don't know if you would call this angsty but it is minorly sad

I did research on the countries in this story and everything that is used to describe them I found in multiple sights so don't get offended.

This is not for those who get offended easily, don't like gay ships (why ya here if ya don't like gay ships???) And people who get uncomfortable with bullying/picking on and sad moments. Without further a due, enjoy my very first one shot.

This is an highschool au
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Americas p.o.v
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Do you know how it feels to be bullied 24-7? Do you know how it feels to be hated for being who you are? Yes, I admit I can be a bit cocky at times but still, that's just me and people need to understand that. It's not fair that I have to go through this stuff while my perfect brothers don't have to, canada is the popular lumberjack. He's got the looks and he has smarts, Australia is the animal man, he can help you with any animal problem or teach you about them and new Zealand, He's the tall story telling and joking one. But take a look at how I'm described, cocky, egotistical, rude, why am I so hated for who I am?! My father, the united kingdom, is your everyday fancy, team obsessed man. I hated being picked on and put down because of my joking, it annoyed me so much and the main person who does it, well that would be Russia. He picks on me anytime he gets the chance, 'jeez, do you always have to act arrogant?' And 'watch out, we don't need more sunglasses wearing, egotistical people in this school' is what he usually says.

"Ame, are you ok? You have been sitting there, growling at your sandwich for a few minutes now" canada stated, I let out a fake chuckle, "I'm fine, don't worry about me" I replied, kicking back in my seat. "If you say so" canada said and took a bite of his sandwich, I grabbed my phone and put the pin in. I went to my gallery and looked at all my pictures, "What do we have here? The egotistical country looking at pictures of himself" I heard russia say, it was easy to pinpoint his accent. I felt some heat rise to my cheeks, not blushing of love but of embarrassment, and a slice of anger rose with it as people laughed. I quickly pushed my seat out and stood up, I turned to face the taller country himself, "Can't you leave me alone?! Why are you targeting me?! What have I done to you to deserve this?!" I asked and ordered, getting louder with each question. Everyone went silent, russia looked the slightest bit of started, I grabbed my tray and threw it away, exiting the cafeteria and making my way to my locker. I felt a warm tear leak down my face but I wiped it away and tried to hold a strong posture, refusing to cry in school, I opened my locker and grabbed my ear buds. I slammed my locker shut and locked it, I heard footsteps and quickly ran into the nearest males bathroom, I went into one of the stalls and closed the door, locking it. I plugged my ear buds into my phone and put the bud piece into my ears, I played my playlist of happy songs to try and help me not cry. It didn't help, I ended up taking my ear buds out of my phone and chucking my phone and earbuds under the stall door. I was silently crying, I was in a ball, on the toilet, head against the wall and sunglasses in my hands, I heard footsteps enter the bathroom and then I heard a door lock, not a stall door but the bathroom door you use to enter and exit the bathroom. I watched as the shadow of someone walked over to my stall and crotch down, picking up my phone and earbuds. They had red hands and arms wrapped in bandages, the only person I know who has arms and hands like that, is russia. Russia stood back up and I heard a knock on the stall door, he can't leave me alone, can he? I didn't answer, instead I felt more anger wash over me but quickly turn to sadness. "America, unlock the stall door" he ordered, that russian accent, it was definitely russia, "G-go away" I said back, I hated myself for stuttering.

"America, unlock the door" he ordered again, but this time he sounded more stern, "I s-said go away" I replied, taking in a shaky breath as I calmed down. Not only did I calm down but I got angry, really angry, he ordered me to open to door and I did as told, I put my sunglasses on top of my head and stood up, I opened the stall door and immediately brought my fist up. It was all in a sudden blue but I knew I fucked up, he had caught my fist and somehow got ahold of both of my wrists, pinning my hands above my head. He put my shattered phone down and I looked up at him, his face showed no emotion, "look, I came to…. Apologize, don't take it as granted but take it as me feeling pity on you" he mumbled. His face noticeably got a bit of blush added to it, which he must of realized because he turned his head and released my hands, he walked towards the door and stopped. He sighed and turned his head to the side, looking back at me, "this doesn't mean we are buddy buddy" he said and mumbled something under his breath before unlocking the door and walking out. Canada, new Zealand and Australia came running in, "are you ok?" Canada asked, I had a smirk on my face, "yeah, I'm actually perfectly fine" I said, russia was blushing and he apologized to me, maybe, just maybe, I can get used to him picking on me.

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I hope you enjoyed this, this is my first one shot and as I said before, this is not to offend anyone, if you want a part 2, comment and if you have a request, message or comment it. I will write another one shot tomorrow and if you actually are reading this and this book, thank you🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤