⬇ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Countryhumans x reader Oneshots (part 2) ⬇ Except that here you will be trapped in a world with Yandere Countryhumans, with no way to escape. Everything you do will be a defense against you, and who knows how this whole chaos will end? I 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 requests in the 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 chapter. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 This story may contain sensitive themes such as death, gore, blood, and sexual acts. You have been warned!

Requests are closed. You can request anything you want (don't exaggerate :)) Later I will put some more information.

"𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀." "𝐖-𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, ████████??" "𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲." [name] and their identical twin were hiding from humankind until... they discovered where they were. "Wₑ'ᵣₑ ₙₒ ₗₒₙgₑᵣ cₒᵤₙₜᵣᵢₑₛ, wₑ cₐₙ'ₜ ᵣᵢₛₖ bₑᵢₙg ₖᵢₗₗₑd." [name] escapes and tries to blend in with the other countries to avoid getting killed. (ʏᴀɴ! ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) However, some countries had taken a liking to them. Perhaps too much. (ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇᴠ)

in which she strived to see colour again. office au [cover art by @frneon on twitter]

Scarred by the relentless tides of war, governments have concurred to isolate countries-once recognized as high authority, Monarchs and sovereigns alike have become trapped in realms of myth and memory, Y/N-mistakenly peers directly into those echo of a forbidden "myths"-in turn branded as a national high security risk, confined within a labyrinth of unyielding corridors, each question cuts through the silence like a rapier and the promise of escape shimmers like a ghostly apparition, forever out of reach.

~In which a normal human meets the literal Countryhumans 💗 (New version since Wattpad deleted the og one.) Status: SEVERE SLOW UPDATES !!! ___________________ WARNINGS: -Yandere. -SLIGHTLY GORE BUT I WILL TRY TO KEEP IT LOW -Obvious mentions of old countries. -Unfunny humor. sobs -Crackfic but will overtime get serious. -I'm sorry if this was worse than the OG version 😭

"Sir, it's not healthy of you to do that." "But it feels so good though..." "That is what an average alcoholic would say when asked to stop drinking, please respectfully get your shit together." ────୨ৎ──── Being a therapist is not for the weak minded, and sure as hell a lot more difficult when having sessions with literal world leaders. At least you're getting paid? ────୨ৎ──── Warnings⚠︎: ❥Countryhumans, yes there's mentions of OLD COUNTRIES ❥Half chatfic ❥Crackfic ❥Silly fluffy, maybe some angst but not too heavy.

"Oh my gosh wdym macaroons didn't come from France.." "Yea France's a fraud trust." "TAIS-TOI, MÈRE ROUGE-" __________________________ A history obsessed person seems to have met some people who also decently know about history. Except, you didn't know those people WERE the history. __________________________ Warnings: -Historically ACCURATE. -You will be facing the mentions of the Axis, WW's and some more. -A LOT OF COUNTRIES/EMPIRES/MORE. -Will be a crackfic. -Reader is not as oblivious but not as smart either. -Not sure if romance will be added.

[If you don't know who is Robin, she is from the game 'HSR'. Search her up and watch her trailer!] ☆~ "There's no way." "? :D" "YOU ARE THE Y/N!?!?!" ☆~ Warnings: -Historically INACCURATE. -Crackfic/Chatfic. (Since I'm only good at those.) -Mentions of the 'old countries'. Hopefully you know who. -Updates? Uh. Let's say inconsistent. -Lastly, hope you enjoy ☆

Who knew that such a mindless hobby would change your life entirely? Don't worry, (Y/N), they're just dreams... ...But why do they feel so real?