Bolivia y Rusia, provenientes de un mundo cuya maldad desborda, cruzan destinos al buscar un mismo objetivo en común; restaurar la bondad que alguna vez existió en los countrys. Con ayuda de Estonia, reúnen a 7 countrys con el objetivo de vencer a ONU, la maldad personificada. Entre odio, poder y soledad, ambos descubrirán que el verdadero enemigo no siempre está afuera, sino dentro de ellos mismos. Contenido +18

After years of being alone Soviet gets love of his life back...but mistakes he made years ago are hunting him and ruining his chances to live a peaceful life he always wanted...he needs to chose between happiness of his ex lover or his own Warning -As

DISCLAIMER: I wrote this in 7th grade. Only read this is you like to suffer in 2023 countryhuman fandom. xoxo, k America has 51 (psychotic) children to take care of and the only other person that knows is his half, Confederate. He's constantly late to meetings and falls asleep at them. The other countries just assume that America is a fat, lazy bum who sits at home and plays video games all night, but what happens when a big problem occurs and America is forced introduce his states and Confederate to the others? #1 ohio (2/4) #1 csa (3/1) #1 onlyinohio (4/2) #1 fifty (4/24) #1 50states (5/17) #2 america (6/17) #1 states (12/31) #1 dixie (3/23/24) Started 1/2/23 Ended 5/21/23 It rlly took me five months to write this garbage 💀

Ever wondered how Russia and Germany met? This story is describing their relationship from the very beginning in the 1950s. Warning: This fanfiction is probably for people 14 and above. It will contain swear words, violence (not graphic), self-distructing behaviour (also known as self harm) and probably more. I'll update you anytime something might be triggering Highest rankings: #1 in femermany #6 in russiaxgermany (honestly I'm really surprised QwQ thank you)

Once upon a time, There lived a royal guard. He was the favourite of the city, everyone knows and loves him. One day, the king gave him a potion, promising him that one day he'll find his true love. That potion made him lose the ability to see colours and his world becomes dull. Until one day, he saw colour again. (Hong Kong x Singapore)

Once a year, all laws fall silent. For twelve hours, violence is legal, morality is optional, and survival is never guaranteed. As the Purge begins, eight individuals from different nations are forced together, bound by fear, strategy, and fragile trust. Some hide. Some hunt. Some discover who they really are when consequences disappear. Alliances will fracture. Personalities will clash. And when morning comes, not everyone will still be standing. This is not a story about justice. It is a story about what remains when the world stops pretending to be civilized.

(Current cover by: @RattusDomestica ) "I don't remember anything.... Who I was... who they are... and they don't remember either.... I guess... this is the new beginning... And of course I'm starting it on the streets....," -------- One day, everyone woke up, with literally no knowledge of who they were. All history books were lost, and any hint of context destroyed. They called this day, 'The Awakening'. Using the little evidence of a once prosperous society, they rebuilt their city and started anew. Buddy, a young man who named himself after a beer can he found, had been living in the streets, fantasizing about the man he might've been before The Awakening. He lead a simple life that was difficult at the same time, and was content keeping it that way. But this wouldn't be a story if everything stayed the same now would it?

── 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ── Austria-Hungary is a fusion in this book, who is taking care of the two former countries' kids: Austria and Hungary. ≫ 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 - 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. ɪɴ ᴄᴀsᴇ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɪs ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ: ⚠️ anxiety ⚠️ distress ⚠️ mentions death ⚠️ blood (but no carnage chill) 🥃🚬 addiction English is not my first language so sorry for grammatical errors, I'm trying to develop... Whoever reads this shith- welcome 🍻

After more than half a century as a territory, Hawaiʻi is finally a state. Statehood does not quiet the ghosts of annexation, occupation, and war. It does not resolve the tension between sovereignty and survival, nor does it answer who she is meant to be now: the soul of a people, state of America, or something fiercely her own. As the banners fade and the speeches end, Hawaiʻi must confront the fractures in her history-the betrayals, the compromises, the loyalties that still ache-and decide what parts of her past she will carry forward. In the wake of celebration comes reckoning. And in that reckoning, Hawaiʻi must forge an identity not handed to her by conquest or congress, but created by and for herself and her people.

No longer is the monarchy, no longer is the Hawaiian Kingdom. So Hawaii should be dead, right? She should have died like so many before. And yet she's not. Why? (Spoilers, she's not) The second book of the Hawaii Story series.