this is so cringe.

A repost of my story's from the account I got logged out of. __________________________________________________ This story will contain: -smut -fluff -angst -language And possibly more! This will probably be cringe but whatever Art isn't mine!

Wassup, this book is really just any countryhumans ideas I have that aren't big enough to be a book Ranges from smut to angst; warnings in the beginning of the chapter It's America and Russian Empire in the thumbnail btw, not Russia and America :] ‼️ ((Thumbnail art found on Pinterest by аф)) ‼️ Idk what else to say 🔥🔥

Russia's life changed forever when he was twelve. Not when he lost his mother or started puberty, but the night he was attacked by a man who wasn't entirely human. The aftermath left him with heightened senses, an insatiable thirst for blood, and fangs he never asked for. He hated the one who did this to him, who turned him into a fanged freak, but not as much as he hated himself. For five years, Russia has survived on blood bags, chocolate, and the occasional animal, all while suppressing his instincts and the monster lurking beneath. The fragile balance shatters when a new kid named America sits next to him in first period. America's scent is maddening, and his relentless attempts at friendship are even worse. But the biggest problem is that Russia can't let him get close--not when the darkness inside is always one slip away from taking control. America's life has never been normal, because his normal was hunting the abnormal. Raised in a family of vampire hunters, he was trained to track and kill the creatures in small, suspicious towns. But after a close call that almost cost his mother her life, America's family called it quits. No more hunts. They moved to a quiet town to settle down. At least, that was the plan. When a young girl is found brutally murdered, her neck torn and her body drained of blood, America's family prepares for one last hunt. Meanwhile, Russia's family accuses him of the crime and exiles him, claiming he broke the one rule: Don't kill for blood. But Russia didn't do it. Forced to work together to clear his name, America and Russia find themselves tangled in a web of lies, hunger, and danger. How does Russia react when he learns his new friend is a vampire killer? How does America handle helping the very thing he's been trained to kill? And, of course, can they ultimately find it in themselves to stow their shit and focus on the real threat?

In the fractured empire of Pangea, peace is theater and every alliance is a performance. America, the Britannia Pact's most charming diplomat by day and deadliest assassin by night, lives behind a mask so convincing even he forgets what's underneath. Russia, shipped off to study under Soviet, was shaped into a weapon - cold, dutiful, and watched from every angle. When a failed assassination forces their worlds to collide, a slow, dangerous waltz begins. With war buried under whispered treaties and knives ready to stab your back, neither knows if the other is a partner or a target. But one thing is certain: sooner or later, even the best performances begin to crack. - This is a very loosely based Romeo and Juliet au that centers around RusAme. This fic is rated mature for the following reasons: - Graphic violence. - Murder. - Trauma. - Drinking. - Implied sexual intercourse. If any of these make you uncomfortable, then it's ok to not read this story. Your mental well being always takes precedence C:

It's the year 3333. Countries and Organizations alike are disappearing. The world is getting worse and so are the fandoms. Who could be behind all this and why would they start this in the first place?

They couldn't be more different. Ridley is a knight in shining white armor, so perfect in every way that it makes people hardly able to stand him. Prince Vandel on the other hand (aka the evil demon prince of darkness) is the sworn enemy of the kingdom, obsessed with gaining power and wearing beautiful clothes. The two young men are right out of a fairytale, practically made to be archenemies...but what if they ended up falling in love instead?

America has it all: fame, friends, allies, a supportive family- everything a country could ever want; but, when America's past and guilty conscience catch up to him, America breaks both mentally and physically. As America's relationships, life, and country are crumbling before him, America is left to wonder: is this the end, or it is a whole new beginning? After all, some things are better left forgotten. Disclaimer! This story hints at and mentions themes of death, depression, war, and suicidal thoughts. If you are not okay with or sensitive to this type of content, please don't strain yourself to read my book!

Book One: Hymns of the Coy Ode ☆| Rus, heir to the throne of Tsarovia, a kingdom that has been engulfed in eternal winter. For centuries it has slowly withered under the gripping frost of unforgiving snow, forming merciless claws upon their once prosperous fields. Its fate lies in the hope for an alliance with the Kingdom of Albion-Imperium. Whose Queen reigns heavily over the Seven Realms beneath Ethera's veils. Despite the core of Tsarovia that wanes, a path blossoms with exuding luminance, brought by a once childhood friend: Ame. The heir to the Kingdom; Albion-Imperium. Once a reckless, rebellious prince. Is now a figure in pristine white who extends a hand to Rus in an air of familiarity that would intertwine their fates once more. But as the longing, amicable flare, ignites upon their reunion. A ploy tendrils behind the curtains that sets its course close by Rus's side. Yet he turns a blind eye, for a veil billows over his eyes that gaze upon an eternity in star-sapphire skies. Can Rus unveil the truth behind the fabricated faces that surround him? Can he hold Tsarovia's crown and its isolated throne and its dwindling condition? Can he traverse the dreams that imbed horrors and bliss amidst the sleepless nights? Or will Rus remain the seer-frozen, in all that he witnesses... |☆ !! The cover is made by me with the use of Canva !! I WILL LET YOU KNOW IF AN ART IS MINE OR NOT AT THE START!!

America, one of the prince of White Rose Kingdom. He was kicked out of heaven and fell to hell which makes him don't know where he needs to go. But then, a familiar girl named Kazakhstan and her brother named Russia help him as they can and America will start a new beginning, with a demon's family. Mystery of the past will unfold one by one and what will happen if the angel they hate the whole time is their savior in the past? Author's note: ~Curse words ~Fight/mentioned of blood ~Angst/fluff ~Kinky ~Loop chapter ~Bad plot/lore ~Revamp ver of FL ~Busy author ~Poor grammar ~Might including smut ~Slowburn romance ~America dirty mind ~Tschüss, my friend<3