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

Beutschland

I've been extremely lazy and had shitty writers block. My dumbass was trying to think of even more crap romance stories to shit out but that sadly doesn't work anymore because I don't know anything bout romance!🥰❤️❤️

So here, have some angst-

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Germany has been waiting in the kitchen for hours for his caretakers to come back who were having a meeting with the Ussr. He got taken in by France and Britain after his real father committed suicide, his younger brother being taken by the Soviet Union.

America was supposed to take care of him right now, but he was upstairs in his room with Russia. That room was actually Germany's bedroom, but since it once belonged to America he kicked him out. Germany would've reminded America of his existence and that he was supposed to take care of him if he hadn't had this fear of the American.

The German boy's father used to warn him about the US, saying that he could kill him in cold blood with no hesitation. Germany never understood why his father would say such things, his friends said America only hurts people who are bad. As an innocent child he never knew what his father did, only learning about his fathers misdeeds once he got taken in by UK and France.

Germany tried to stay calm whenever America would glare at him angrily, hiding behind France usually. France was like a mom to him, acting more like a mother than a father in his opinion. Britain was also a good caretaker, he was often very busy but he did care about Germany.

Once America's younger brother came over to visit them. He was younger but also a bit taller than America. He let Germany sit on his shoulders when they all went on a walk in the woods together. Canada also made the most delicious pancakes Germany had ever eaten. He was very happy that day, even if America was being mean to Canada for being so nice to Germany.

After a few more minutes of thinking Germany got up from his chair, making his way upstairs to his room. He fiddled with his fingers nervously before knocking on the door, hearing annoyed grumbling from inside the room. The German boy gulped and opened the door slowly, peeking inside.

"E-excuse me, can I p-please stay here? It's c-cold in the kitchen" Germany whispered nervously and glanced at America shyly who glared at him from the corner of his eyes. Russia smiled at Germany softly and nodded his head, looking over at America.

America groaned and crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling. "Come on Russia, I thought you hate this kid!" He huffed and looked at Germany with an angry expression.

Russia shook his head confused, "why would I hate him? His brother is cool" he said nonchalantly and turned to the comic he was reading.

Germany stepped inside and closed the door, walking to the corner of the room and sitting down on the floor. America sighed and turned away, picking up his Walkman and screwdriver to screw it open.

After a few minutes of silence Germany climbed closer to the two older boys, sitting down again but still keeping some distance. America glanced over at Germany again, letting out a quiet grumble. Russia looked up from his comic book and put it away, smiling at the German boy sweetly.

"Do you wanna do something else Russ?" America asked and looked up at Russia's face who nodded slowly, "yeah, sure" he sighed and turned to the American.