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mx-smileo · 1 year

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Can we get some family photo before all of America’s trauma?

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" WE WERE NEVER A GREAT FAMILY... BUT WE 'TRIED' "

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ny4nb1nary · 5 months

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#countryhumans #countryhumans canada #canada countryhumans #ch canada

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azortoonz · 1 year

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so here is a test of a slighty new artstyle + some redesigns

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nyeobium · 11 months

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POV: you suddenly decided to force everyone to call you "the land of the aryans" in the middle of ww2(you didn't take anyone's side)

#countryhumans #ch france #ch ussr #ch china #ch turkiye #ch canada #ch usa #ch uk #ch iran #historically inaccurate #partly historically inaccurate...#nylonium art #nylonium pieces #nylonium comic #nyeo's style

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thebeejay8 · 7 months

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Canada redesign

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scribbling-stiks · 1 year

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OS - Hockey Stick

Canada takes a deep breath of the early spring air, snow from the past winter crunches under his boots. He sighs, rubbing his face. He knows his kids are waiting for him to come back inside, but for now, he decides that he needs a break.

‘There is only so much screaming I can listen to.’

He walks out into the dense woods behind his house. He weaves around the trees in front of him until the house is just out of sight. He knows the woods like the backs of his hands, and he steps over a hidden root trying to trip anyone who passes.

He shakes his head, allowing his mind to wander.

The stories about a mysterious artifact nearby take his thoughts. He had heard stories about something that would take a variety of shapes, sometimes a bat, a helmet, or other things he couldn’t remember.

What the stories did have in common was that it had a strange nameplate.

He emerges into a clearing where the lake was still frozen over. He looks across it, his mind elsewhere.

‘It’s probably not safe to walk across.’

Canada walks along the shore, his eyes loosely tracing the treeline. Then, a glimmer of light catches his attention. He turns toward it and spots something on the other side of the lake.

‘What is that?’

He begins walking toward it, his breath visible through his scarf. He adjusts his hat and takes large steps, following the shoreline. The closer he gets, the better a look he gets.

It's a hockey stick.

It’s alone against one of the trees, perfectly illuminated by the afternoon sun. Canada notes that there isn't anyone or any other equipment around.

‘Huh. I wonder why it’s there.’

‘It looks like a nice hockey stick.’

He approaches it and takes another look around. There isn't anything else beside it. So, he takes a closer look. It has no scratches on it, and no wear on the wrapped handle. There is a shiny, unmarked golden nameplate on the side.

He picks it up to examine it, and it shocks him through his glove. He jumps, dropping it back where he found it. The nameplate gleams and then it shifts.

“CANADA” is now written in bold letters across its surface.

“Shit.”

‘That’s a fuckton of nope.’

Canada backs away a few steps before turning around.

‘That didn't happen.’

He starts walking back when something in front of him catches his eye.

It’s the hockey stick again, set against a tree. His name is clear on the side.

‘Shit.’

‘What do I do now?’

Ultimately, he decides to pick it up. He holds it out at arm’s length. But he can’t help but notice how nice the handle feels in his hand. He shakes off the feeling.

‘Maybe Manitoba can figure this out, they do magic.’

‘Besides, it's going to follow me home anyway. Better to not make it mad.’

“Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me,” Canada mumbles, walking back around the shoreline.

The handle seems to mold to his grip, and he tries to ignore it. But he gets the urge to swing it. He spots a rock sitting on top of a pile of snow and glances at the stick.

‘No!’ he scolds himself, ‘this thing is cursed.’

He glances again.

“But I guess it couldn’t get any worse,” he mumbles.

“Hope you don’t mind,” he says to the stick before taking it and swinging, launching the rock into the tree line.

“Woo!”

He laughs before looking at the stick again. It seems to gleam for a second before its colors shift before taking on a familiar red and white.

‘Maybe it likes me.’

He arrives home and opens the door. The next thing he hears is Manitoba shriek.

“What the Fuck is that?!”

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ask-the-countryhumans · 2 years

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FOR ALL OF U GUYS{I mean all all}

So have i the fear of🎈s of it poping i don't it much nowdays i like 🎈s when as a kid as i don't hear much of poping backthen😔😓😅so i have fears for but idk now 😅

now what all u guys fear of?{sorry lf it long😅aaaa}

(Will only due a few relavent ones/ones i can think off)

“Now I’m a strong guy, not really scared of anything, but bugs?” America shudders a bit. “NOW THOSE can rot in hell, dunno why Aussie likes em so much they’re fucking demons I swear!”

Germany paused for a moment, “I have claustrophobia, and I don’t really like fires. Not the biggest fan of rats, except England I guess.”

“Y’know what’s strange, hell is my greatest fear, ironic considering I’m literally a demon spawn but the idea of going back there frightens me a bit…” the Uk explained.

“Blood. I’m scared of blood.” Canada said bluntly.