Countryhumansamerica Stories

North vs. South, Free State vs. Slave State, State Governments vs. Federal Government. For a country with the name United, America was anything but united. The states still stuck together, though. That is until December 20, 1860. The bloodiest fight the Union has ever had is about to begin. Cover by Kenz, Tumblr Here: https://www.tumblr.com/k3nzie-e-e?source=share

At the cusps of a Spanish-American conflict, Philip is faced with the prospect of war between his colonizer, the Spanish Empire, and the rising super power of the century, the United States of America. As he's forced to help Spain's futile attempts at keeping hold of the islands against America's campaign of "freedom" on the colonies, Philip realized one thing between the words of the cruel Spaniard and the so-called liberator - no matter what they proclaimed to fight for, it was just the same man on different sides. All ART IN THIS BOOK IS MINE, PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD OR TAKE CREDIT WITHOUT PERMISSION! IF YOU SEE MY WRITING ON ANOTHER SITE THAT IS NOT ME. If you want to see my art check it out here on Instagram: @xinfenix ・https://www.instagram.com/xinfenix/

DISCLAIMER: This is purely fan-writting of the one and only, 'Where Winner Meets Summer' by onyxxcrow. All characters and designs belong to her! Since nobody knows the WWMS cast better than onyxxcrow herself, I might end up mis-characterising a lot, so please take my fanfics with a grain of salt... Cover art by me! (From the sunlit balcony scene in WWMS) Top Rankings:- #1 in countryhumansrussia (4th June, 2026) #1 in countryhumansamerica (4th June, 2026) #5 in amerus (2nd June, 2026) #7 in RusAme (10th June, 2026)

He wasn't supposed to exist with that power. Malaysia was just a normal countryhuman, living peacefully with his best friends. Not a big shot. Not a superpower. Nothing special. Untill the day everything changed. He discovers his Ayania isn't normal- it's stronger than the world's strongest Ayanian. But power like that doesn't come without a cost. Where did it come from? Why does he have it? And why does it feel like no one, not even the world itself, has the answers? "You're dangerous, Mal." they said. And Mal believed them. He believed he should be kept away. But something about him doesn't fit the truth he's been told. ... Trigger warnings!! ⚠ : • Violence • Blood • Graphic injury • Slight gore/body horror • Psychological manipulation • Strong language • Confinement • Suicidal ideation • Emotional distress • Darker themes This story contains the themes listed above. I do not recommend reading this story if any of the following topics are triggering for you. Reader discretion is advised. ... FIRST BOOK!!! English isn't my first language so... Yeah, do expect some grammar issues or typos. This is all based on one of my AU, none of them are based on real life situations. This is all for fun and not meant to offend people. Not my art!!! (W.I.P) Please do not copy my work. You can take inspiration, but do not directly copy it. Thanks! ^^ (⁠╯⁠°⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

He was tired. He felt alone. America doesn't have any close friends. He's lonely. He continues to push all his needs and any potential friends aside to continue the work for his country, and even if it's not nearly as much work as he had to do a century ago, as his kids are now grown and can do their own work, it's still tiring. His life is so boring and mundane. Well, at least it is until Russia appears in his kitchen one night. _________________________________________ Alternate history! Drama! Secrets kept for decades! This is an Alternate history AU. Warning for mature subjects, content warnings will be provided when necessary. There is only one major ship, and it is not between Russia and America, sorry ya'll. (Oh sovbrit, how you have blessed me) _______________________________________________ Named after a shared delusional disorder where hallucinations and delusional beliefs are transmitted from one individual to another. Aka, Madness for Two. Depending on how you view this it may or may not affect the story. Cover picture is mine

This is a story for my friends Countryhumans AU. Since it seemed interesting. (I am not sure that I will make cover art or not.)

Since the UK don't want to give his son, the US, any money he has to work for it. What a coincidence that he found an promising club where he can work. He applied and soon after he got the job. The only bad thing is his boss. Russia's Appearance is like that of an Mafia boss. Too bad that America kinda likes that. - It won't bless your eyes

The Kingdom of Hawaiʻi was betrayed by all her allies when the overthrow of her monarchy. She had been turned into a phoenix against her will and was imprisoned and abused by the Republic government. That's how the original story goes, in any case. But this is not the story. This is the story of a Hawaiʻi who embraced her fire and used it to enact her revenge. No matter the cost. (Warpath Hawai'i AU was created by NewLostIslands; go check her out.)

You awoke, not startled or disheveled, but feeling like something was off. You dragged yourself out of bed, rubbing your puffy eyes from the previous night of crying. You made a quick scan around the room, as you usually do. However, this... was not your room. The room you found yourself in looked like the room of your local patriotic red neck American. American flags and posters of soldiers throughout the years lined the walls. The room was a complete red, white, and blue theme, including some glow-in-the dark stars scattered on the ceiling. Someone stepped into the room, flinging the door open with dramatic force. You jumped from the bed and looked up at the new person. Sunglasses hid their eyes but their face appeared to be painted... Upon your realization, you screamed.

"A person who thinks all the time, has nothing to think about but thoughts." And that's all America does. Ever. To the brink of magical insanity. (Will update cover with own art later)

Under of improving I will put "edited" in which chapter I am done improvising Warning: Explicit language ... Always remember: [pfft- you will probably forgot this by now] -not historical accurate [and it will never be] -entertainment purpose only [well it is] -this is just a fanfic [yeh, this is just a story] -this author is lazy and weird [yep, I am] -cringe [well, I can't deny the truth] ____________[♡]_____________ A player whom always plays the same game for 8 years... If you just love playing a game and in the end you end up in it for unknown reason . . . You possessed the most useless character what can you do? W̴̨̛̫̦̠̺͓̙̝̳̙͇̘̗͙͕̽͌̿̉͂̾̍̍͑͊̍i̵̧̢̧̨̡̳̤̮͙͕̟̙̬̱̮̠̯͕͈͉̯͔̙̖̹̻̖̭̤͇̬̜͈̗̖̫͇͇̠͗̀́̈́̌̃̄̾̇̓̈́̍̏͜͜͝͝ͅl̵̡̥̻̫̪̺͓͎͉͙̞̝̞̹̩̬̱̊́̐̈͂͗́̄͂̈͆́́̓̽̉͂͂̇̄̐̂̒͂̉͒̀̀̀̎̂̀̕̚͘̚͝͠l̸̨̢̛̲͔̆̈͒̊́̽̎̏͂̆̈́͆͝͠ ̵̞̤͐̎̆̋̈́̿̓͒̏̆̓͋̽̎̀̃͆̌͐͂̔̽͊̓̋̀̑̄͛̂̉̊́̿̅̽̈́̓͘̚͝͠y̸̬̠͉̖̭̦̋̈́̿̚o̷͖͕̲̻̦̲̗̯͓̟̳͉̪͖͂͜u̷̢͓̻̦͎̯̥̮͔̚ ̸̨̡̢̧̡̛̛̰̦͎̪̻̠͙̤̹̯̣͔̦̘̯̲͉̝̭͚̪͉̤̩͉̩͔̜̭͎͕̥̱̹̱̰̘̘̫͓̞͇̄͊̌̌̽̎̅̈̍͆̈́̒̉̀̓̓̌̐̏̓̅̌͒͆̿̈́͐̍́̕͜͝͝s̴̢̡̡̨̢͈̳̱̘̣͔̙̦͖̝̪̪͇̦͚̗̫̣̱͍̯̞͙̙͎̪̤͈̖̻͎͚̀̐̄̿̈́̊̿͑͋̎̕̚͜͜͝ͅu̵̧̡̡̨̗̗̜̭̺̮̫̥̻͎̪͈̖͇̞̜̜̥̘͙̩̝͕͉̰̘̫̟̜̲͔̘͖̬̞͉͉̞̓̑̎̾̄ͅͅr̵̨̡̢̧̨̢̧̼̩̖̮͇̳͍̮̰͔̥͔̥̗̙̘̭͚͍͖̘̤̰̤̜̘͖̳̬̞̝̝̣͎̒̇̍̈́̋̑̈́̃̿̌̓́̿̉̋̊̈́͋͋̾̿́̓͛̈́̉̄̃̌͑̕̚͠͝v̸̛̯̱̺̺̯̬̘̳͉͙͍̫̝̥̼̟͉͕̹̺͖̫̭͙͎̪̗̣̲̩̱̫̪̼͖̖̓́͑͌̍̈̔̒̊͑̉͒̔͂̎́̋͋̊͆̿͂̑̂̀̉̕̕̕͠͝͠͠͝͝į̵̲͙̖͙͕̣̥̗̲̤̝͔͔̫̇̊̀͋́̾̒̌̀̍̓͛͌͒̃̄̎͐̋̔̌̂̀̌̀̀͋̉̽͆̓̕͝͝͠ṿ̵̛̰̬̫̬̰͎̍̀̓̀͂͆̈́̋ẻ̴̜͍̤̦͊̿̐̑̆͗̀͑͑̽̌̕͠͝

Countryhumans idk 💔💔(and maybe hetalia) (I'll add more countryhumans once i designed them)

"Ame, why are you so scared of being the empress? Everyone loves you." "You don't understand," she said, sobbing uncontrollably, "The 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 killed my father, the current victim is now 𝘮𝘦." America 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 wanted to become empress, just like her father. But after the abdication of her uncle, the two were forced to cover the role. After her father's death, she's been deeply paranoid, scared that, one day, it might be her turn to end such a short life. ---------------------- cover art by me

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it, we go nowhere - Carl Sagan This being my first book to publish on this account, hopefully, I don't feed my anxiety. Anywho, certain Countries start receiving dreams full of memories from their past or even future moments. Most of the time the dreams are true if it shows the country's future. But the dreams aren't so positive, leading to acts of murder, suicide, and possibly more. Causing a lot of conflict between the countries, even the ones who were friends. Wonder how much blood and attempts were made? Well, let's see. ⚠slow updates?⚠

It wasn't really strange at the day when America and his family moved to an old house. But, in the night, let's just hope they can survive. Somewhere, inside the house's sturdy walls, lies a spirit that hungered for human's soul. The past continues. The life in the sleep of this family of six was in risk. Can they terminate this nightmare that always comes every twelve o'clock? Is this really true? Is this all just a dream? Or is it just a fantasy story that was written by America, which he placed inside his old rusty mailbox, only to found that the pieces of papers was gone in the next day? Cover art is mine. Thanks for stopping by!

(Book cover made by me) It's not accurate. This is my first book so there would be bad grammar and spelling so I'm sorry. This story is horrible so please give me ideas : ) Please give me ideas so I can continue this book 👌I'm also not a good writer. Update: This story sucks go read something else.

hhhh first time writing a story/novel/whatever you like to call it Yeah this is RusAme with Ruski as a girl (the uke) cuz i just like it huhu- Oh anyway, this story, i actually made for fun purposes only :v i like to imagine stories on my head and sometimes i feel like it will be nice to write it down now here it is 🙈 aaaa i dunno what else to say so yeah - Enjoy the story! i guess :"3 - -Lousie'19-

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Ok so, This is a story about my new countryhumans AU, Which is Canada being Sherlock and Netherlands being jawn/John Watson, So ye sooo and both of them are female, It will include a bit of references of BBC's sherlock