Wrong Place, Right Love (Countryhumans)

Let's get one thing straight. You have no idea how you got here. You want to get out of here, you want to leave. To go back home is like an unachievable goal to you.
There's strange people where you end up living. Some- most, even- are decent; nice, even. Others make you wish you'd never ended up here. They're all unbearable, defunct... but charismatic. Charming.
People you'd never in a million years expected to tolerate, to love as a family.
You are here now. And you're accepting that this is home.

---DISCLAIMERS/TRIGGERS---
- The reader is gender-neutral, possibly unintentionally nonbinary coded. I myself don't use she/her, but I want this to be as inclusive as possible for anyone who reads it.
- There will be a point where the *bad* countries will make an appearance. At the moment, I'm unsure of the role they will play or how prevalent they will be, but I would like you to know this before reading.
- This is NOT a romantic X reader! I want to get this out of the way more than anything; I'm intending for this to be more platonic/familial than anything, so I'm sorry if this isn't what you're looking for.
- THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TRIGGER(S):
Drinking (Chapter 3 "He Ran Into A Fire")
Abuse/Abuse Mentions (Chapter 6 "Arising Concerns")
This will be updated as it goes on.