AUTHOR NOTE: this is my first Wattpad fanfiction, and my native language isn't English, so forgive any spelling mistakes or bad writing. Cover is not mine. BOOK NOTE: the countryhumans in this AU have wings and special abilities (for example mind reading or future telling) DESCRIPTION: After Russia's horrible past, he thought he could never feel joy or love ever again. He figured he was wrong when he met America, the exact person in his life he never knew he needed. Will Russia open up to him and have his happy ever after, or will he get backstabbed and left broken hearted, again? WARNING: - not historically accurate - swear words - PTSD/trauma - LGBTQ+ - violence / blood / gore -suicidal thoughts - enslavement - torture DOES NOT CONTAIN SMUT BUT ISN'T MENT FOR YOUNG CHILDREN'S / SENSITIVE PEOPLE'S EYES AS THIS STORY CONTAINS LOTS OF DIFFERENT KINDS OF VIOLENCE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Based off Onyxxcrows animations, songs I liked, and my random brain leaks. This is gonna be a rusame btw. In the city of Pangaea, there have been disappearances and killings ever since the second world war ended, and superpowers appeared. After 1991 the USSR collapsed and the oldest son took the crumbling company's remains and rebuilt it, the USA disappeared mysteriously 3 years after the cold war. A leader of a secretive group is trying to bring a group of people down for so many reasons. Why are the disappearances and killings still happening after so long? How will the oldest son rebuild his fathers company? Read to find out more about my confusing brain leaks and about the powers and stuff.

(Second book in the 'Come Little Polska' series) It had been a few weeks after the incident. Poland was yet to be found, would they even find him? The answer was eating Germany alive. If it wasn't for a nosy Russian maybe it would have eaten his soul entirely...

Gente... está historia queda completamente CANCELADA Pd: estoy releyendo está wea y me estoy cagando de risa xdxd y los comentarios no ayudan JAJAJAJA Soy menor y escribo esto xdxdxd

Este es el segundo libro de la historia, porque yolo >:3, y solo lee lo, pero solo si quieres UwU.

es yaoi chicoxchico si no te gusta no leeas Se atualizara un capitulo por día hasta terminar la historia

Le cambié el nombre por que muchos confundían la parte 2 con la 3 3ra parte de la historia, seguimos con lo mismo xd leer bajo su responsabilidad, esto tiene escenas sexualmente dudosas así que por favor mantener discreción, si son homofobicos no lo lean por que es entre hombres y casi no existen mujeres bla bla bla

seran historia que siempre duraran mas de un capitulo Es solo rusger y quizás pequeñas escenas de nazunist ;3 Cualquier duda aclarela en mi muro ♡

"He was here, right on front of him. He took a breath in, calming his nerves. He was going to talk to him. One way or another. No matter how hard it'd be." !WARNINGS! THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF MY PREVIOUS STORY, 'Gloved Hands', IF YOU HAVE NOT READ IT, READ IT BEFORE THIS ONE, MILD LANGUAGE AND TOUCHY SUBJECTS! Years after the disappearance of Russia, America journeys out to try and find him. He figures it's time, he finished school and moved out. He needed to know why Russia did what he did, right after he sent him a birthday present with a little something special... It's just.. tables turn. For everyone... Book 1: Gloved Hands Book 2: Gloved Hands - In His Shadow Book 3: Broken Links (Cover by me)

America never wanted to be a therapist-especially not at that place. Tucked away in the snowy outskirts of nowhere, the asylum is cold, clinical, and far too quiet. On paper, it's a rehabilitation facility for the mentally unstable. In reality... it watches more than it heals. There are corridors not listed on the map. Guards that don't speak. Patients who whisper about things that shouldn't exist. And then there's Russia. Eight feet tall. Muzzled. Strapped into a straightjacket. His white hair falls messily across his face, just barely hiding the impossible red of his eyes. He doesn't speak much-but when he does, it's always to America. Assigned to him without warning, America is expected to observe and record. Nothing more. But Russia's presence is suffocating. His voice echoes in dreams. And when his fingers smear blood across steel and something shifts-sharp, spindled, unnatural-from behind his back... America starts to understand: this isn't therapy. It's a test. The deeper he falls into the patient's grasp, the more the truth begins to surface-about the asylum, the experiments, and the monster who never stops watching him. Russia doesn't want help. He wants him. And once the hunger starts, it doesn't stop.