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In my interpretation of countryhumans, the capital cities are their pets. Examples—
*Guatemala City (Guatemala) is a Quetzal
*Warsaw is Poland’s service dog for PTSD
*London is England’s steed
*Edinburgh is Scotland’s steed unicorn
*Tokyo is Japan’s sassy cat
*The Republic of China has a dragon that’s been passed down in the family from dynasty to dynasty
*Cape Town, Pretoria, and Bloemfontein are South Africa’s three big dogs
Ch england gets a rat
Idk. Maybe Germany lost his med license by stealing a mans skeleton?
England grimaced, “The worst part is, I can actually see that happening—“
Germany chimed in, “Not true! I never had a medic license! That’s Switzerland’s job, and I’m no job stealer! Yet—“
“What about the skeleton?” England asked.
“The what?”
“The skeleton, you-you didn’t…You didn’t say that it wasn’t true. You didn’t do that right…?” England asked, a bit worried. However Germany didn’t give him any response.
“Right???”
This must be pretty much the first CH art I ever made?? The round heads aren't exactly my style but eh, at least I fell into the fandom. And I've improved a lot. I think.
Anyway, the uniforms are from WW2 era (as is China's flag which changed in 1949 to the red one we know now. Or well, at least that's what wikipedia told me).
6 with Germany and England?
6. "You're hands are so soft and tiny."
Mm, let’s see what I can do (Thanks Rei for the help!)
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When England walked into Germany’s room, he did not expect to find the country slouched over and half asleep. Germany had a reputation for being one of the most put together country, but England knew better. This isn’t the first time something like this had happened, after all. But Germany had promised him that he would be getting more sleep. Clearly, that turned out to be a lie.
With a huff, England strode over to the country and poked him on the cheek until he woke up. “Huh- What?” Germany muttered, rubbing his eyes. “England? What’re you doing here?”
“I was checking on you, and found you asleep. Again.”
A blush grew on his cheeks, and he glanced away. “Ah. Sorry...?”
England crossed his arms, a half-hearted glare on his face. “Sorry won’t cut it. I want you to actually sleep.”
Germany sighed dramatically, before getting up and draping himself across England. “Then sleep with me.”
The other country turned scarlet, and nearly fell back onto the bed. “I- I’m sorry, what?”
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered. Sleep with me?” Germany giggled.
“Ger, you’re tired. Go sleep. We can do this later.” England muttered, trying to push him off. The tricolored country whined, and pulled himself closer instead. “Who knew you could be so clingy...”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure you did.”
“Fair enough- hey, stop touching my hair!”
“But it’s soft and fluffy! Just like you!”
England groaned. “Germany, please sleep.”
“Only if you sleep with me! Come on, it can’t be that hard! You just have to lay down on the bed with me!”
That did sound simple, England admitted. But it wasn’t. Not for his dignity, at least.
“Do you even know what you’re saying?”
Germany hummed, carding his fingers through the other’s hair. “Depends. Usually, yeah. Right now? Probably not. But I do know that you’re getting embarrassed, and that’s funny.”
England pouted, and picked up Germany, dumping him on the bed. “You’re mean.”
“And you’re adorable!”
He shook his head, and started slowly untangling himself from the tired country, when Germany grabbed his arms. “Your hands are so soft and tiny...”
“...Thanks.”
“No problem! Now, while you’re here, sleep with me!”
England sighed. He knew there was no getting out of this... predicament, so he gave in. Nudging Germany to make some space, he sat on the bed. Germany immediately pulled himself onto England’s lap and passed out. He chuckled, carefully removing his glasses. “Sweet dreams.”
Names
England: My brother decided to teach his two-year-old that mommy and daddy have names and there is nothing funnier than seeing a cranky toddler turn to his mom and say, "Leave me alone, France."
England: He only uses their names when he's mad and it kills me every time he does it-
One Shots From Discord Requests!
No. 1: Norway and England (Friendship) England was sitting near the window at the coffee shop his brother ran. He had a strawberry smoothie in his hand, along with a candy bar. As he was daydreaming, he noticed someone else walk in. They had snow on their shoulders as they took off the coat and cleaned the boots. They quietly ordered a warm drink as they took off their gloves as well, their red and blue eyes darting around, as though they were searching. Then, they turned and noticed England. The eldest Nordic of them all: Norway. He gave the Englishman a small wave as he paid for his drink, then going and sitting next to England. “Greetings, England. Long time; no see,” the Norwegian said softly, his voice quiet as usual. “Hello to you, too,” England replied softly, fixing his hair a little. “Is it cold in Oslo?” “A usual during the winter, yes. Sweden was over today, so I didn’t make it at the time I normally do.” Norway took a sip of the hot chocolate in his hands, humming quietly as a warm smile formed on his face, showing his small dimples. “Your brother always has the best hot chocolate… I wonder what the recipe is,” he murmured. England nodded. “What have you been doing with your new job?” England then asked. “Oh, it’s rather interesting. We harvest ice from the frozen lakes and use it for sculptures and other uses. I never really knew what the uses were since I mainly harvest the ice with my brothers,” Norway explained. England nodded along as Norway spoke, seeing how bright the dark red and blue eyes were as the Norwegian spoke. “You know, when you speak, your eyes always light up,” England said gently, looking at Norway. “What do you mean?” “Well, your eye colours are already dark, but when you speak, they light up; like fireflies, these bright bugs in the summer evenings. They’re very pretty, just like your eyes.” “Oh, well, thank you, dear frie-” “Please, just England is fine, Norway.” “Alright, England… I’ll see you around.” “See you soon, Norway.” No. 2: GerSpa (Relationship) Spain woke up to a sleeping German on his chest. He slowly sat up and kept Germany in his arms, kissing him awake. “Guten Morgen,” Spain said gently. He had learned German just for his husband. “Morning…” Germany cuddled back up to his lover’s chest. “Still sleepy?” Spain asked, his lover nodding gently. “Well, how about I make us some coffee… How do you like it again?” “Vanilla iced…” Spain nodded and went downstairs, pouring himself a cup of black coffee with sugar and cream, then making Germany’s. “Here you go, mi amor,” the Spaniard said to the German, looking at him. Germany thanked his lover quietly taking a sip. He then leaned against Spain as his lover started reading. “What’re you reading?” “A book about the stars. I wanna learn for Poland so he doesn’t feel so alone when he rambles about stars…” “How sweet of you… You really do care about everyone… Why is that?” “Well, mi amor, I was taught that everyone deserves to be cared about unless they hurt you personally. Nobody I know and that I’m friends with has hurt me, and I know that because, despite everything, they’re all still my family after mine passed… It’s strange, y’know? How your friends can feel like your family…” Germany smiled gently, setting his hand on Spain’s cheek. “Well, I consider you family,” he murmured. “That’s because we’re married, darling.” “I know that, dork!” “Pfft! Dork? That’s the first time you’ve called me that, and I shall cherish it forever. Did Britain teach you that?” “Maybe he did.” “Oh, I’ll give him a piece of my Spaniard mind!” Germany and Spain broke out into a laughing fit, holding onto each other gently, smiling warmly. No. 3: GerFra (Relationship) France was in her office, playing with a Rubrics Cube. She overheard someone walk in and smiled at her boyfriend. “Bonjour, Allemagne!” She said with a bright smile. Germany smiled gently and waved. He slowly hugged his lover. “I’m sleepy…” Germany buried his face into her chest, yawning sleepily. “Did you overwork yourself again, dear?” France asked softly, kissing Germany. He nodded, leaning into the kiss a little. “It’s not my fault though. The EU piled work onto me again…” France played with Germany’s hair as he vented about his work. She noticed his hair was rather messy and grabbed a hairbrush, going through and getting the knots out. Germany seemed to enjoy this a little since a smile grew on his face. “I’m sure tomorrow will be better - today is Friday after all, so we have tomorrow off.” “I hope so… We can sleep in, right? I don’t feel like getting up early tomorrow…” “Of course, mon amour. We can sleep until three o’clock in the afternoon if you wish!” Germany chuckled softly. “Isn’t that too long?” “Hey, if Bretagne can sleep in until four o’clock, then we can sleep in until three. Simple as that, dear.” “Fair enough. We’ll sleep in until then… Or noon, if we can’t.” France smiled and nodded gently, letting her lover ramble about things he enjoyed. “There. All finished brushing,” she then said. Germany nodded. “Danke, mein Liebe,” he said gently. He then kissed France’s cheek, making France smile warmly. “You’re such a sweetheart…” “You are too…” “You’re more of a sweetheart, mon chere.” “Heh, how so?” “Well, you always give me kisses and gifts, of course. You’re just a really sweet person in general.” Germany blushed at that, smiling happily. “Aw, Danke fur alles, mein Frankreich…” “Not a problem, dear… Je t’aime…” “Ich liebe dich…” No. 4: ItaAme (Relationship) “You can’t miss the sunrise again because you slept in, Ame! Come on!” Italy kept making the American walk up to the roof with her. She wanted him to see how beautiful the sunset was. “Fine, fine,” America replied sleepily, rubbing his eyes a little. He went up the ladder, Italy following afterwards. She ran up to the near edge, being careful to not slip. She sat down and let America sit next to her. “Isn’t it so beautiful, Ame?” Italy asked, hoping he’d agree. “It is, darling. Not as beautiful as you, though…” America kissed Italy after that, chuckling as he knew his wife’s cheeks were hot with blush. He gently pulled Italy closer to his chest, letting the Italian rest her head there. “You’re such a charmer…” “Heh, well, runs in the family!” Italy giggled softly at that, looking at America with gentle, green eyes. America smiled at her, continuing to watch the sunrise. “I’m glad you woke me up to see this, darling,” the American said softly, looking at his lover. “It’s rather beautiful…” Italy just smiled brightly and listened to her husband talk. She really enjoyed hearing his voice more than anyone else’s; always been that way since they met back in 1919. Italy noticed the sun was far up in the sky when America stopped talking. She smiled and stood up, taking America’s hand in hers. “Let’s go back in. What did you want for breakfast?” Italy asked. “Anything that you make, darling~!” “I appreciate it, Ame, but I need to know. You’re a picky eater when it comes to food.” “Fine… I’ll take some eggs, cutie pie.” “Alright, love. How do you want them?” “As cute as you are~!” “...Ame, I swear-” “What? It’s how I want them!” “Might as well just have me for breakfast then!” “Maybe I wi-” “HAHAHA NO, YOU’RE NOT-” “Aw, come on!” “Still a no!” No. 5: ScotFra (Relationship) Scotland sat down after the recent battle, sighing from exhaustion. He winced a little in pain at the wounds he received, seeing France walk in with a med-kit. “Bonjour,” France softly greeted, sitting next to Scotland. “Hey,” Scotland simply replied. He let France started patching up the wounds on his arm and face. She seemed heavily focused on that, but still wished to peak with Scotland. “You should be a little more careful, especially with your face in battles. You could go blind if you’re reckless enough.” Scotland just nodded, too tired to make a big deal out of that. “You should rest after I’m done patching you up. It’s better for you to sleep than to stay up all night,” France then added. She noticed the Scotsman was too tired to even answer her. She simply kept patching up his wounds before being pulled into a soft kiss. “I know this, darling,” Scotland finally said, his voice quiet and gentle, as usual. France simply smiled, setting her hands on Scotland’s waist. “Just making sure…” “You always make sure.” “Because I love you that much, Scott.” “I know that, darling.” Scotland kissed France’s cheek as she cuddled up to him, her arms wrapped around him. She let Scotland kiss her forehead as she buried her face into his chest. “I love you, dear,” the Frenchwoman murmured. “I love you more,” Scotland replied gently, looking at her. France lightly blushed as Scotland set his hand on his lover’s cheek. “Shall we go stargaze?” “I was hoping to nap, honestly.” “Let’s nap then!” France said with a happy smile. Her lover simply smiled as he laid down in her lap, letting France stroke his hair gently as he fell asleep. “Sleep well, darling…” France kissed him goodnight as he fell asleep. No. 6: GerEng (Relationship) England was sitting at the bar, holding a fruity drink. He didn’t notice Germany sitting next to him, who seemed to be much happier than him at the moment. The German did notice the Englishman, however. “Hallo, England!” Germany said happily, his hand on England’s shoulder. “Hey, Ger,” England simply said in response, looking at Germany with his tired eyes. “Have you slept lately? You look exhausted.” “Sleep is for the weak, Ger. I’ve taught you this for years now.” “I know, but you still should sleep. It’s good for your health.” England just sighed softly and took another drink of the beverage he had. Germany sat down next to him. “Eng, I’m worried about you. You only stay awake when something is bothering you… Do you wanna tell me what it is?” “Nothing is bothering me, Ger. I just have insomnia.” England smiled at the German, getting a soft smile in return. “Well, aren’t ya gonna order?” the Englishman then asked. “Oh right! What did you order exactly? I’d like to try it.” “I dunno. Shirley Temple, I think.” England shrugged. “Nonetheless, try it anyway. It’s not half bad for a bar like this.” Germany chuckled softly. He subconsciously grabbed England’s hand as he ordered the drink. Of course, they were a couple. Not just friends. They’d been dating for a near year now, and Germany was always the more sensible of the two, especially when it came to physical and mental health. This was just another regular Friday with these two. They loved each other, of course. It’ll hopefully be that way forever.
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