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Me and Poland go way back, he’s just been around since I can recall. Well yes he isn’t a childhood friend, those were mostly humans or my brother but he came around eventually. I saw him awkwardly standing around the ballroom party with some edgy hot stuff. He wasn’t much of a talker, still isn’t, but he surprisingly trusted me enough to talk to me. My dad was also content with him as I’d be just making my social circle even bigger than it is and this time with more countryhumans. We hit it off quickly, behind those walls was surprisingly not a big prick but a sassy guy with issues.

He let me into his life quickly, he told me about his life in the orphanage and the sparse memories of when his parents were there. It was the start of a long lasting friendship. I quickly grew into loving parties with alcohol, dancing and sex. Poland got dragged along but he could never keep up with me. I guess that was the time I tried this whole romance thing out but it was hard. I got together with a guy for some time, my first ever boyfriend, but ended it after a couple of months. The beginning was fun, he was also someone who loved to go out to a bar and drink but after some time I fet caged in, being monogamous did erase some things I did a lot. I knew it couldn’t fit with what I wanted to do, I was young I shouldn’t settle yet. So I didn’t. Over the years I’ve tried it all, men, women and the one time I joined a poly relationship. I guess it’s a countryhumans thing not to care about gender I mean a human is a human who cares what genitals they have.

But alas nothing ever fit and through all the troubles Poland was just there. He always listened when I came to him with my issues or just needed somebody near me. In return I was also there for him, always.

But well when I met him he was lovestruck by that same edgy guy from the ballroom, from what I know he was the reason Poland even got to attend..

His “relationship” with that red devil ruined him. I guess when you’re that desperate someone with a silver tongue will get you hooked. Poland started to drift away from me and our friendship. Every conversation turned to how great some guy was. I was happy that he found someone he liked but I couldn’t help but worry I mean the guy was waaay older than him!! So we started to drift apart… or rather get pulled apart. Poland’s story is not mine to tell but it was all a lie.. every sweet word, subtle touch it was all just a plan. He started to isolate him from me.

After some months of their relationship Poland came to me with an issue, an issue with their time in the bedroom or better said lack of. We talked about it, I mean he was asking so I talked. Talking turned into drinking and drinking turned into me turning into the guy and uh…. when we woke up our clothes were very much on the floor. The morning after I woke up just to find him struggling with putting his clothes on and pretty much running out of my apartment. No more than just a “I need to leave” and the slam of a door. Everything became so quiet afterwards like I knew a storm was coming.

And a storm came. After desperate amounts of trying to reach him we met up early evening in the city. When I saw him he had this distant look in his eyes just like he had back then, his walls were back up. And so we yelled, it was the first ever real argument we had, I made him cheat while his partner cheated on him too while marrying another woman! But Poland didn’t listen, Poland justified it with the out the man told him. I justified it with the fact that he was cheated on so he could cheat.. A wrong cannot make another wrong right and so our friendship ended.

Everything broke apart for me afterwards, things we enjoyed doing together, the late nights talking about stupid things that didn’t matter were over. He was gone. I wasn’t alone, quite the opposite I had many people around me and it did help but at the back of my mind I couldn’t let go of a friendship like that.

Time passed, the Second World War passed and something unexpected happened. It was a rainy night when I saw him, Poland was drenched by the rain and he stood there staring at me. Before I could react he apologised crying I didnt hesitate to run up and hug him. The guy needed it madly. I was glad he was okay. That night things started to look sunny again.. or so I thought. Poland came back broken in so many ways. It was worse than before and so the process of letting down his walls started again. I’d like to think that our friendship before that helped in the process.

Finally he was staring to become himself again, a bit quieter and dimmer but still himself. At every bit of progress I couldn’t help and smile at him, we were best friends once more. The times changed rapidly and we got into the 2000s. Our friendship was stronger than ever before, only issue being really that we lived some distance apart. But with ups come downs, Poland mental state was like a rollercoaster, there were times when things were looking up just to fall right back to the beginning. He refused profesional help and I wasn’t the best at replacing said help but we manage, kinda. During those down times I stayed at his place or he at mine so I could keep an eye on the guy and if he was caring for himself at least a little. I took over haircuts, cutting his hair shorter when it got too long. Took him outside on hikes or just walks. But the hassle of moving from one place to another was getting much, I had a job too, not that I needed the money that badly but it was nice to have one.

So one day while chilling on the couch I just asked him if he wants to move into a place, share rent etc just like roommates. He didn’t need to be convinced I mean we practically were already. So we choose a smaller place somewhere between our two countries for easy access to the border.

Living together is I think the most fun I’ve had! It’s like having your best friend at any given moment. I gave up on trying to find romance and it’s still not something I need, Poland is the same in a way I guess. I tried getting him into dating others but it overwhelmed him and just made it worse. So I don’t push it, he’ll be ready one day. But now we just live together having fun every day or most days. He’s always been a shoulder I could cry on and the support I needed. I wouldnt ask for anyone else to be my best friend. It’s no surprise we’re married. ;)

Now now no need for the shock it’s not what you think. It’s like just two buddies legally married to each other for tax benefit. And for any physical needs we have. It’s not just a friendship but by no means a romantic relationship. We just go with the flow? We kiss we fuck, we annoy each other, we bicker and enjoy that marriage benefit. And hey any person wanting to start something romantic with me gets a no and I get to show off our marriage bracelets. Typically married couples have their wedding bands but we are by no means typical. We both have matching bracelets with the rings as a charm.

Our wedding was beautiful, in a courthouse, me in my white cocktail dress, Poland in some tshirt with a suit printed on and my brother with a kebab and framed picture of mom and dad.

I doubt things will change with our dynamic if I’m honest, I support my sassy femboy, or I guess husband idk, in his journey to heal. I hope he gets permanently better someday, I really hope.

By inbred they wanted to just insult Taiwan since she’s mixed, because of how she came into the world being too Chinese for Russia and too Russian for China.

Macau and Hong Kong compete with each other, a jealousy issue because of their dad but in the end it’s not too bad?

Yessssss

Now I cannot reveal to much as my hands are tied buuut I can gladly reveal what topics are explored with their relationship!

A main dynamic I want to work with is the power imbalance in a relationship. This imbalance comes from financial availability, a significant age-gap and one person being manipulatory (it’s obvious who). It’s not a relationship built on mutual love for one another but naivety and the opportunity to use somebody.

With that comes a fair share of toxicity from both sides with one being of course the worst. It’s full of regret, shame, illusion, manipulation, lust and dependency.

Sadly I cannot dive into details just yet but it will come in its own time I believe! But what I can say is that it isn’t all so glum and sad for Poland as healing is never off the table.

~A

Nickname: La mia donna (my woman), limoncella, Rosa

Birthday: June 11th 1917

Height: 5,11ft / 180cm

Family: Father (Efisio), Mother (Mafalda), 4 older brothers (Angiolo, Biagio, Emiliano, Franco), one younger brother (Giuseppe)

Born in: Almafi Italy

With the lemon harvest starting Rosangela Giacoma Bianchi was born to wealthy parents after 4 strong boys. The eldest son, Angiolo, was already 15 when his first ever sister was born into the world. Her father treated her like a gem showering her in endless gifts and getting her anyhting she’s every wished for or well the things he could get with money. The one thing Rosa wanted the most was a relationship with her father, as much as the gifts were appreciated Rosa’s father was a busy absent man and when he was home he’d give his time to his sons rather than her. Her mother was a cold woman, she loved her daughter deeply but struggled with a cigarette problem later in life. Just like Rosa she had anything pricey in the world but money can’t buy the love she yearns for, so no one wonder Rosa grew up to be a bitter woman like her. Growing up with brothers had her toughen up as she was lecturing them for anything stupid they did when her mother couldn’t. The more she grew the more she wished she was another son for her father, being stuck in a mansion with your miserable mother who only talks about how horrible men can be doesn’t do you well. As a young adult she also picked up the habit of smoking, not as terrible as she’d seen but the tobacco helps with stress and calming her already short fuse. She never went to get an education in a school but got tutored by highly skilled professionals just enough to not be stupid. Something she taught herself is how to successfully deal with money and finances, there were numerous of hours spent in her father’s office watching him work as some sort of poor attempt at bonding. Having no interest in any man whatsoever she didn’t want to marry, this caused issues for her parents as they didn’t want her to end up alone or god forbid with some lowlife hooligan. Thankfully having the necessary contacts gets you close to a countryhuman, that countryhuman being Kingdom of Italy, who had been on the look to find his one true love. After countless arranged dates Koi asked her to be his lover to which she rejected him rather coldly but that didn’t stop koi from trying again and after months of trying she finally agreed under one condition: Even as his wife she will not submit to him in any way. Koi agreed albeit surprised as he’d never seen a woman like that before. Even if she acts like she’s about to strangle him the next time he sleeps Rosa is content with her husband even granting him a son when she was 28. At first she wasn’t sure about the little boy she gave birth to but he quickly showed to love his mother’s and give koi attitude. Having a son she spent her time with him trying not to smoke too much but it’s a hard habit to get out of, probably why she passed away at the age of 58.

“I relate to plc because we both have 10 inches 🍆”

-DV

lies.. -A

I would say for me Germany and Japan probably 🤔

A/N: This is pretty much an example of something I wrote and I’m pretty proud of it after all this time!! It’s something for my personal countryhumans AU and not @iregretbeinginthefandom’s AU.

Names:

Prussia: Endris Gilbert Fomm-Leichenberg

Russian Empire: Nikolai Ivanovich Morozov

HRE: Amadeus Fomm

Teutonic Order: Edelmira Germane Leichenberg

Papa, do I look like her? (I think everyone can tell what song this is from okay..)

To say that Endris resembled his mother was an understatement. From looks to mannerisms, you could see the mirroring of their beings. Endris hates it more than anything. He is a walking reminder to himself and his father of the one person who left them and never gave him the love a mother should have.

Endris wasn’t unplanned or forced onto Edelmira but she never felt anything towards him, like a parasite he leached off her body for 9 months. When the small boy was born, she refused to hold him for a long time, she’d rather him lie down in the bassinet letting the newborn's cries echo through the halls.

Endris’s father was the opposite, he was a caring father for his beloved son. Every cry and worry would soon be stilled by him. Amadeus soon took over full care of his tiny little son, he tried to motivate his wife to care for the little one but alas with no success. Deus was there for every part of his life, his first words, steps, grades and marriage. Endris was Deus’s one and only biological son and he loved him dearly as any good father would. Endris is most grateful for having his father by his side throughout life.

When Endris started to become more aware of the world, he noticed how similar he and his mother looked. The same blue eyes, cold stare and those white strands of hair that peak through their black hair. As a young child, he loved those parts about himself, maybe this was the thing that would connect the two. He’d follow her around copying her ways wanting her to like him. She only retorted back with judgement and to get lost as he was annoying. Endris was hurt, rightfully so, but it still hurt getting told off by his mother, mama. Deus was by his side whenever that happened, he wiped the boys' tears scooping him up into his arms and going to the playroom made for him as a distraction.

The day Edelmira left them all the meaning these connections held turned to bitter memories overtaken by hate. He hated his mother and so everything about her. He looks too much like her. So, he did a lot, cut the white strands, refused to look most people in the eyes and overall distanced himself from anyone. It didn’t help that his father called him by his mother's name, are we really *that* alike?

As Endris grew older, he started to understand that no matter how much he forcefully changed about himself, he’ll never get rid of the old him and the connection to his mother. His hate cooled off, if she didn’t want to be a family then okay. She’s just Edelmira to him now, no mother, mom, mama, just Edelmira. He wouldn’t let her take over more of his life than she had already.

It was hard but he had a distraction, a life. Even when life seemed the most worthless after his wifes death, he continued being a great father to his son, Konrad. His pride and joy, he was never going to do the same as Edelmira, no child deserves that. Then he found his second love, Nikolai. Nikolai made his days sunnier, and bed warmer so days passed quickly.

This doesn’t mean he never thinks about it, when his mind is just right in this fuzzy state just letting his thoughts consume him, does he remember the resemblance to her? Now he stands in front of the bathroom mirror staring at a face too similar. Before his thoughts can turn into a violent storm of emotions someone speaks.

“Dear are you okay? You’ve been staring very directly at yourself…”

“Do I look like Edelmira?”

“No, I see my husband, the husband with a patch of snow-white hair between a night sky. Eyes bluer than the ocean and sky above…”

Nikolai plants a soft cheek kiss on the stoic man's right cheek.

“Did something happen that you think of her?”

“I just…. Start to remember sometimes.”

“Well, how about a distract you, some cuddling in bed?”

“… Yeah... that, that sounds great”

“Well then don’t keep me waiting”

Name: Ibuki Tachibana (Japans mother)

Birthday: May 6th 1921

Height: 147cm / 4.7ft

Family: Father (Makoto), Mother (Mayumi), Older surviving sister (Naoki)

Born in: Kyoto Japan

The life of a Japanese Princess wasn’t a desirable one, on one side you lived a life of privilege, having everything at your feet but in return you were imprisoned in the residence you were born in and used as a political pawn by your father. Ibuki was born in the rain season of Japan where the wind-chimes were heard the loudest as the winds swept through the land. This inspired her name that her mother got to choose for her, she wasn’t the only child born into the family but one of the little that did survive childhood. Alongside her she had her older sister making them 8 years apart. Ibuki was raised mostly by the most trusted court women and sometimes her mother. Ibuki was a soft natured child often found keep in close to her sister and eager to learn. Her complexion was soft but her eyes rather dull even though she wasn’t unhappy. While her sister stayed loyal to her duties as they grew Ibuki started to feel the bars of her prison coming in on her. She was barely allowed walking in the residence gardens by her own and not to mentioned even wanting to venture out. Late at nights when the residence slept she would slip out of the palace in only her white nightgown traversing through the lushness of the shrine nearby. Just like the wind she would learn to be quiet. When sneaking out she could finally allow herself to feel the most beneath her bare soles, the fresh wind of freedom but she had to be careful as any dirt would make her nightly endeavours come to a halt, and to a halt they came. One eventful night she was caught by guards after being too careless with her brief escape, the next day she was going to be married off to a man. It was seen as the correct choice as her sister was deemed too old and soon sent to work as a shrine maiden while she would be the one still young enough to be loved. Having no way of escape she married the man who turned out to be JE, their marriage wasn’t a romantic happy ending as he behaved like any other man his status would, she was only his and had her duties. That’s how she spent her life, again trapped once more in a palace but with a daughter who she had to pass her knowledge onto.

Here’s a not confirmed design idea by me!!!

Name: Pavla Yakovna Kozlov

Nickname: Pasha/Pavlusha

Birthday: July 16th

Family: Yakov (Father), Maria (Mother), 5 Siblings (4 brothers, 1 sister)

Backstory: Pavla was and is a traditional woman, this wasn’t a choice done by her but by her upbringing. She grew up in a family of 7, with 5 siblings to take care of. While she wasn’t the oldest she was the families first daughter. Pasha grew up in a rural village with her family with Mayhe some other farms closer by. What brought the farms together was the church, every Sunday they’d all go to their quaint church to pray. Pavla was raised to be religious from a very early age and she truly believes. Just as her morality she was raised in tradition, her father was at the top while she and her siblings had to listen and obey. Throughout the days she spends helping around the farm, her profession was churning butter and milking the cows. The labour this makes her have a stronger build but she still showed herself to be feminine. From the beginning she knew that one day she had to fulfil her role as a woman and become a mother. Mayhe that’s why she let the young Soviet have her in the barn by the hay. Their fling created a baby which she hid from her family. If word would’ve come out that she already was with child before marriage she’d face the shame from her family. Thankfully her stern nature persuaded Ussr to marry her quickly before her stomach was showing. Now married she had to lie that the baby was conceived right after marriage and just came early. Being a mother made her happy because she truly loved her children and taught them the things she learned from her mother.

When she gave birth to her second pair of twins she started to notice something about her husband. He’d leave early and return later then he had every before. This woke a certain mistrust towards him. Yes, she was growing older but she could still be a good wife and so she tried to prove her worthiness by giving birth to her last pair of twins. But her husband didn’t change, he was secretive his gaze rarely meeting hers anymore. This made her paranoid and untrusting about his words and actions. What also worried her was what would happen to her, if he would leave her for whatever young fling he might have she’d have to return back home and live in shame of failing. How was she supposed to be a fulfilled woman when she couldn’t keep her husband loyal to her, to keep him loyal to this holy bond of marriage. The longer she lived the worse her mental health got, until one day it all toppled over and she couldn’t take it anymore. At night she took her life not wanting her children to see. The children miss their mama dearly still remembering her to this day. And ussr? Well hard to say what he feels…

Name: Elena Paula Metz Nickname: Lena, Täubchen = little pigeon (by husband) Birthday: 2nd October Family: Father (not present in her life), Mother (Charlotte)

Elena had only her moot her by her side since she could remember. Her mother got pregnant at a young age making her then lover leave her with the baby. So Elena only really had her mother there to guide her. This caused her to have a cold emptiness where her male figure would be. Elena stayed alone throughout her childhood becoming a loner very quickly. Wanting to make her mother proud she knew that studying and being the best in school became a priority. If she had a good education she’d get a good job you can be happy with. That job ended up being a nurse in the city hospital. While yes she stays alone and enjoys it her biggest pain would come from her obsessive love. Men who knew how to show authority and strength always caught her eye. And she caught theirs but not because she was sweet or intelligent but because of her body. Her first partner was a former doctor at the hospital she worked but she found out that it was just her body he was after and that there are multiple like her at once. This didn’t stop her from falling head over heels for the devil wearing Prada, Reich. But Reich proved himself to be different, he didn’t care for her body but for the love they shared. They married as quick as possible with a lavish wedding and her having a princess wedding dress on which Reich chose secretly. They lived happy together even having a tiny little son. Sadly things took a turn for the worse when her husband was slowly loosing in the Second World War. In the end they were bundled up in each others embraces Reich kissed Elena once last time slipping her a pill to guarantee death. At least she passed away in her husband’s arms and not alone.

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