Amelia's been attending the nation meetings lately and now she wishes she never did, they always bore her and she immensely regrets erasing their memories of her telling them about her struggles at home. It wasn't a serious magic she used but just kept the memory hidden which she liked. The reason she regrets this is because they always lay into her for never attending before, staying hidden and for looking like the youngest which they believe she is but it's Russia and his siblings, at least she has her ghosty friends to keep her entertained! A sudden flash and the presentation she zoned out on changed, she snapped back to reality and looked at the screen this time. An image of her past, her history, showed up. This couldn't end well.... can it....? What is she supposed to do in a situation like this? The sudden voice answered for her. [Hello again! This is a series story, this one being book two of the trilogy. *Book one(completed): "America's little secret [1]" Book two: You are here! Book three: -PENDING-* Seeing as it's a trilogy this will be the second to last book I post for this series, I hope you like it and sorry for spelling or grammar mistakes! This will be rated mature, that serves as warning enough for you. My apologies if anything is wrong with the history section of this. I'll be explaining America's past in this story and the history will also be shown, I'll label the chapter with a "TW" if it's a sensitive topic at all. Sorry if anything is wrong!]

One thing has always been clear about Russia and America: They hated each other. It was no surprise; after all, their parents had despised each other, so naturally, their children would hate each other as well. Russia and America had just gotten out of a cold war, and it had only strengthened their feelings of hatred toward each other. One fateful UN meeting, America did something that finally caused Russia to snap. That was the day all hell was let loose. Afterward, a large group of countries met up and decided that Russia and America had to stop arguing, so they consulted UN, and a seemingly brilliant idea was formed. Shock wristbands. Now, these wristbands were programmed to shock the wearer if they leave a certain proximity from one another (1 meter). One was put on Russia, and the other on America. The countries had hoped that by forcing America and Russia to be near each other at all times, they would be able to settle their differences. But binding together one cocky, social, oil-loving country who is actually incredibly insecure and one distant, cold, and terrifying as fuck country with an addiction to vodka... may not be as good of an idea as it seems. Warning: This story may include: -Abuse -Self-harm -Angst -Cursing -Eventual smut (because your author has no chill) -And a tall scary Russian man

:: STEREOTYPICAL RUSAME STORY "Ah-Hold on a second." America whipped his head around to see his mother under the doorway to another room. The others had done the same. "Oh-Hey mom!" America nervously greeted. "Mmm, bonjour l'Amérique, ma chère." France greeted back in her strong french accent. Her shoulder was leaning against the doorway while her arms were crossed. "I heard what happened at school today. Viens dans la chambre, we're gonna have a talk." She beckoned America to follow her as she began to walk to the bedroom. The American gulped as he looked back at his brothers and then at the room in which his mother had entered. "...Go on, mate. Don't keep Mum hangin'..." Australia whispered loud enough for America to hear.

This book is my own version of the country human Au.

Temptation. That's what I am. That's what I always was. Wherever I went, people would stare, gawk, and shrill from my presence. I was noticed. I was accepted. I was in control. However, with us country-humans getting banned from the human world for making human lives more disastrous, my brother and I are forcibly admitted into the U.N. High School where everyone is accepted---not. It's dangerous here, with each passing friendly holding a threat underneath. Maybe I'll call it home or maybe I will make it MY home. And although I love democracy, that's for my people. For countryhumans it's control and that's my first priority when I enter this school. F*ck you UN High! ----- Characters: America (F) Russia (M) China (M) Ukraine (F) Canada (M) Taiwan (M) Israel (F) Etc...

HAHAHA I'M BAAAACKK I've been on like a Wattpad hiatus for like...I think a year idk 💀 but I'm back now: and what's a better comeback than a throwback to the old times: Countryhumans. I fell out of interest in it for a long while, but I've been sucked down the rabbit hole again. However, just because I'm back on Wattpad, it doesn't mean that I'm gonna be back here, writing frequently. Most of my other well-written fanfic (which is non-CH) will be on my AO3 Most of my stuff on Wattpad will either be CH or some other crack writing...so be sure to check my other stuff out. (Now for the ACTUAL book description) ********* The Soviet Union and America: like oil and water. Capitalism, communism, incompatible. This was especially true during the intense years of the Cold War. But, the two nations have to talk to each other anyway, for the sake of diplomacy and the like. Usually, their negotiations or even simple discussions on whether tea or coffee was better would turn into heated debates with no progress whatsoever. But one day, one of their conversations goes...surprisingly well. What comes next in their relations? (Contains Smut ;))

This is yandere rusame countryhuman story. It was an average day at the countryhumans's highschool when a new student suddenly arrived. His name was Russia, he was the eldest son of a very fearful man. He was recently expelled for fighting at school rumor has he killed someone... America who is the most popular boy at school catches his attention and starts planning his next move, America suffering from his sever trauma fids himself in a very hard situation in his love life he can't seem to feel like himself.

Basically after being able to bring back Soviet from the dead, Both China and North Korea thought this would go smoothly and have their old boss back. However he came back but he didnt remember anything, and now they have to get his mermories back. However when a certain Country hears about this, he makes it his goal to make sure he doesnt.

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The two had run away after escaping prison after one had broken in. The two lived their lives, fended for themselves, and wouldn't dare leave each others sides. Police had lost them. They where on their own. Warning: Smut. Suicide. Cover art not mine, other than the writing.