Pure madness (country oneshots) (read at your own risk)

Germ x Ame

My brain is like write something write something write something
So that's what I'm doin

Also lmao germs is baby but we need more cursed Germany images thank you for coming to my ted talk I'm dumb

month old headcanon: America and Germany were roommates for a while at some point.

And sorry for all the France being best friends with Germs, they are close but more like in a brotherly relationship, idk it's just west Deutschland blah blah blah and the EU and stuff ugh don't question my logic, plus France is like king of göth.

Keep in mind: relations and age don't make any sense ✌️

Germany is a gothic baby boy but nobody knows that yet (America was actually a scene kid when that used to be cool 😔 YES HE LISTENED TO PANIC AT THE DISCO LIKE THERES NO TOMORROW-)
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"Hey Deutschland! I was wondering if you wanna-... what the hell are you wearing?"
When America came into Germany's room he was definitely not expecting to see him wearing what he was.
He was dressed... not the way he usually is. Germany looked to the door America was standing at, staring at him with a clearly annoyed expression.

"Make it quick Meri. France is going to be here soon." He said looking back at himself in the mirror, applying more.. black stuff around his eyes. America really wasn't a makeup expert (yet).

The very confused American looked at Germany more. He was wearing very very black clothes. America didn't mind that, he wore a bunch of dark clothes too but this was obviously something entirely different. His black leather jacket was covering his arms for the most part, but he could still catch a glimpse of the fishnet sleeves of the top he was wearing. The top looked very tight fitting on Germany's torso, his slim, feminine figure showing perfectly.

His pants were pretty basic, simple leather pants matching his jacket. A spiky belt with chains in different sizes were dangling from it around his gorgeous skinny waist- oh god America was drooling. He was just about to wipe his chin with his arm when the German threw a tissue pack at his face, giving him a side glance.

"Horny bastard." Germany mumbled, going back to putting the black stuff around his eyes and do some other shit on his face.

After wiping his mouth, he stuffed the tissue into his back pocket, the little packet still awkwardly in his hand though. He began checking the young German out again. He was wearing platform boots that were full off weird straps that definitely had no other purpose than to make it look cool. He disliked the fact that the boots made Germany almost as tall as him, he liked teasing the German about his height.

America didn't even notice he was moving forward until Germany touched his cheek with a cold hand, making him look down at the Germans worried face. The shorter males usually pushed back hair was hanging in his face, making him look adorable as fuck. Germany was also wearing a few chokers, one had little spikes on it, another one was slightly glittery, and the biggest one had a hoop in the middle. America licked his lips, thinking of clipping a leash to the shiny ring and- no no no no America think of puppies or something- wait no don't think of dogs.

Germany noticed his tall friend avoiding eye contact and slowly pushing him away. "Do I really look that bad?" The younger asked, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with his fingers.
"Wha-? Oh! No, no, Germany that's not- you look amazing, really, It's just that I was not expecting you of all people to be into this kind of thing- well, style, I guess. Heh." America rambled, scratching at the back of his neck and giggling awkwardly.
The German boy nodded his head sadly and walked back to the mirror to fix his clothes and to ruffle his already messy hair even more.

"Guess I should go, France is probably waiting for me already." Germany mumbled quietly, keeping his head down. He shuffled past America to go downstairs. Feeling guilty, the older followed his friend quickly and stopped him by grabbing his arm firmly but still gently. "I don't think dad- I mean France is here yet, he would ring the doorbell or text you to come," America exclaimed, his tone was almost pleading like he needed Germany to stay, "and I wanna apologize for my reaction, you look really really cool! I was just extremely surprised, that's all..."

The younger smiled up at America, wrapping his arms around his neck. Germany suddenly felt this weird urge to kiss the American, but he wouldn't do that of course, that would make everything awkward. But at the same time, America always insists that it's not gay to kiss the homies. It would still be weird because of the huge crush Germany had on America. So instead he leaned up to plant a soft, shy kiss on the taller ones cheek.

America began blushing slightly, his eyes widening and his mouth open to say something only for nothing to come out. The two got startled by the doorbell ringing and an impatient France knocking on the window, wiggling his eyebrows. France was dressed similarly to Germany, bunch of black clothing. Before pulling himself off the American, Germany gazed at his handsome face for a few more seconds.

France randomly pulled a piece of cardboard out of nowhere (his own fucking ass), taking a sharpie that he got from god knows where (also his ass), and started scribbling something on it. When he was finished he put the cardboard to the window for them to read: "Don't fuck my son, wait until marriage. Btw we gtg Germany". America's blush got even darker now, folding his arms and glaring at France.

Germany pulled himself away from America and skipped to the door. He turned back around one last time to wave to his flustered friend shyly before joining France to go wherever they were going. America held his head in his hand and contemplated.

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What even was this
They are getting worse and worse wtf