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

53- Necromancy

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America stared at the countries before him, all on the ground, asleep. He glanced at the book and back to the former countries.

The Soviet Union
Third Reich
Native America
Fascist Italy
Holy Roman Empire
Japanese Empire
Aztec Empire

All before America. He got to work quickly on tying them up so they didn't cause trouble. After, he called Russia, Germany, Canada, Italy, Mexico, and Japan, telling them to come over quickly.

They all made it about an hour later to find their family members tied up in America's living room.

Canada was the first to step forward slightly to Native America, "Mom..."

The woman had clothes made out of brown leather with clay necklaces. Her hair was long and black, pulled into two, tight braids.

"She doesn't know who you are," America said. "Or me."

Native America then woke up slowly, her brown eyes locking with Canada's. "Who are you?" She asked in a language only two of the seven understood.

"It's me... Your son," Canada whispered. "I'm now named Canada."

"Kanata..." Native America whispered. "My son... What did the white men do to you? Where is your brother?"

"Right here, mom," America said sombrely, standing beside Canada. "It's been a while..."

Native America smiled, "It sure has..."
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"Dad..." Russia whispered in his national language, stepping closer to the Communist. "It's been... Ages. Twenty-nine years without you... And I already fucked up, huh?"

"No, Russia," a voice Russia could never forget whispered. "You are an amazing country, son." Russia lifted his head to meet the golden eye of his father. The other was covered by an eye patch which held a sickle and hammer. He wore a brown jacket that reached his knees, tall, brown boots finished the outfit with black pants. A fluffy, brown ushanka sat on his head as well.  "Changed your flag, I see," he chuckled.

"Yeah... My people decided to... Become republic instead of communist," Russia said softly. "Fifty-six percent of them regret your fall."

Soviet smiled slightly, "It happens to the best of us. Where are your siblings?"

Russia lowered his head, "Away from me. They are scared of me."

"That only proves you're strong, son," Soviet said. "Being scared is a sign of weakness."

"I know, dad."
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Germany inched towards the taller country who was tied down. Third seemed to just be waking up, his head shaking slightly. Once he fully awoke, he looked up and saw Germany, lowering his head in shame again. His greasy, crimson hair flopped in front of his face and eyes, falling from his military cap. His uniform was torn and bloodstained, he had a black eye and dried blood across his face.

"I'm sorry, kitten," he muttered in german, keeling his head down and speaking blandly. "I know you'll never forgive me."

"None of us will," Germany said with his back straight and his eyes looking down disapprovingly at his father. "Ever." Third just kept his head bowed, not trying to escape, but just laying there, motionless. "What you did was horrible," Germany hissed. "It was cruel. It was... I can't explain how gruesome it was to everyone."

Third stayed quiet.

"You punished my reputation forever," Germany growled, walking around the chair with his arms behind his back. "You hurt innocent countries. Poland will never forgive me—me—for what you did to our wonderful country."

Again, quiet from Third.

"Talk! Talk about how you fucked up my economy and our allies!" Germany yelled, slapping Third's face.

"Fine! I will!" Third cried out, looking up at Germany with pleading eyes. He as crying. "I'm fucking sorry for what I did! I'm sorry! When will these assholes get it? I'm sorry!"
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"Dad... Grandfather..." Italy whispered in latin, approaching Fascist and the Roman Empire. "I really am a disgrace to my ancestors..." he chuckled dryly. "Cooking all day and staying away from wars... You guys went out looking for trouble."

"I like your food, darling," Fascist whispered. "Always so flavourful."

A low chuckle came from beside Fascist, "I'm sure I would have liked it as well. Staying out of wars isn't always bad, you know."

Italy smiled happily and looked up at his family, "Thank you... I've learned a lot since... Since the end of World War Two!"

"Fascist... Did you cause a war?" The Roman Empire growled, looking over at Fascist.

"No! I just helped... I helped the wrong side," Fascist admitted.
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"Father..." Mexico whispered in nahuatl (language of the Aztecs), looking at the Empire in front of him. "Are you alive?"

"Yes, my dear son," Aztec Empire said with a small smile. "I regret leaving you so soon, dear."

Mexico smiled and shrugged, "I managed."

"Our Gods blessed you well," Aztec Empire muttered, smiling.

"You were the one who raised me," Mexico said, sitting on Aztec Empire's lap and curling into him. "Until Spain came along and burned you alive."

Aztec hummed and rested his head on Mexico's, "Do not think of that, young one. I am here now."

"I know."
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"Mama!" Japan squeaked in japanese, her tail swaying quickly from side to side. "Mama, wake up, please!"

"Quiet down, Japan... I'm trying to sleep... You know I'm fighting in the war..." Japanese Empire mumbled.

Japan's ears drooped and her tail stopped swaying, "What year is it, Mama?"

"1940..." Japanese Empire whispered.

"No, Mama... It's 2020," Japan said softly. "It's been 75 years since World War Two."

Japanese Empire slowly awoke, looking around. She had her usual army outfit on with a katana behind her.

"What are you wearing?" Japanese Empire asked suddenly. "Where am I?"

"Mama... Please, calm down..."

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