Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

40 - Skinwalkers... 🇷🇺🇨🇦🇫🇮

Russia x Canada x Finland - Requested by: XxYoushyxX

One fated morning, Canada, America, Russia, and Finland decided to venture into a Skinwalkers' cave that Japan had found earlier. They stood at the entrance, looking into the dark abyss.

"YOLO," America said, taking his phone's flashlight and walking in first. Canada followed, holding Russia's hand tightly as Finland looked as neutral as ever behind the three.

They were walking for a while when America stopped. "I have no fucking clue how to get back," he stated.

Russia growled lowly, holding Canada tightly. "You fucktard," he snapped. "You're useless." He kissed Canada's head, gently rocking him. Finland held Canada's hand, rubbing it softly.

A few stones fell from a nearby pile of rocks. America backed up to his brother and Russia, getting a rock himself. He reeled back and threw it at the pile, causing more to fall and a low growl from the top of the pile. Russia himself threw a rock at America, hitting him on the side with brute force.

"Ow! Asshole!" America hissed, clutching his side. He hid that he was mortally terrified of this place.

Canada, Russia, and Finland weren't, though. Why? Because if they died, their dreams would come true.

America lead the group further, wearily watching his steps. Canada clutched onto Finland and Russia's hands, looking around the dark cave. America was rather pissed that Russia and Finland were holding his brother—that was his job. But he was also mortified of the eerie sounds of more than four pairs of footsteps.

Wait, what?

America stopped dead in his tracks, three of the footsteps stopping before another pair did as well.

"Ow! Paskiainen! (Son of a bitch!)" Finland cursed, holding his arm tightly. He whipped around and locked eyes with a hideous creature.

It's skin was as white as snow and his eyes sunk-in and obsidian-black. It was on all-fours, despite one arm bent at an odly-placed elbow. It's hand was pale and slender, long claws with grey powder dusting the ends of each... finger. It was horribly skinny and it's mouth was a gaping hole of black.

"Jeesus Kristus... (Jesus Christ...)" Finland whispered, gripping Canada's hand. "Mikä helvetti siinä on? (What the hell is that?)"

America shone his phone's light on it and it hissed and scurried away. Canada let go of Russia and Finland's hands and chased after the creature.

"Канад! (Canada!)" Russia yelled, starting to chase after him.

"Kanada!" Finland cried at the same time, doing the same.

And America was left alone.

"What a beautiful creature~"

America flinched as ghostly hands dragged across his back.

"What do you think?"

"I think it would be a good carpet."

America locked eyes with two countries shorter than him.

13 Colonies and New England.

America backed away slightly, "You're not them."

Their skin started to ripple, change, and deform.

"We can be anything we want," they said in eerie unison as they vanished.

Canada came around the corner, hold Russia and Finland's hands tightly. He had a mortified look on him, like he had seen a ghost.

"Let's go, out?" Canada asked, hurriedly turning to the exit.

"How do you know--"

America was cut off by Finland, "Joo. (Yeah.)"

They made it out a while later and America still wondered why Canada looked like that. He had asked Finland and Russia, but they both gave him cold stares.

***

Canada was walking him from the cave rather quickly. He wanted to wash his eyes with bleach then set them on fire, hoping to turn homicidal and kill his family. Not actually, but you get the picture.

A small squeak awoke him from his fantasies. Canada looked down and saw a small ferret. He knelt down and pet it gently, having it climb up his arm and look at him with it's big, beady eyes.

"Do you want to come home with me, little one?" Canada asked as it scurried across his shoulders to his other arm. He looked up at him again, his black eyes shining. "I'll take that as a yes," Canada said, standing up and walking home.

Once he got home, Australia was the first to notice the small animal in Canada's hands. He harassed him with questions about the little animal until Canada just hugged the ferret and ran upstairs to his room.

Days later, Britain came home from a business trip and saw Canada's knew friend. He smiled and tried to bet the rodent, but the ferret only bit Britain's hand.

The following day, when everyone was at school and work, Britain took the ferret to the kitchen. He placed it on the cutting board and raised a sharp knife.

"I'll cut your head off and serve it to Canada," Britain said, smirking.

"Cut his head off and I'll do the same to you," a dark voice hissed as Britain felt something cold against his neck. Britain froze as Canada turned him around, bloodlust clouding his vision. "I told you... Now drop the knife or I open you up."

Britain dropped the knife and it clattered to the ground.

"Good boy," Canada whispered. "Don't fucking do that again. Got it?"

"G--Got it!"

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