CountryHuman OneShots

Teasers :)

If you read my Parallel Universes book, no need to read this :)

Well, my friends, I have teasers. For two books that I am writing.

Both of these books are pre-written (Oiled Machines less so, I want to write a few chapters before getting you guy's ideas. I want it to be like the OneShot book except less shipping and more serious topics).

The first one is another CH book, one that I was going to write for a while anyway. It's called 'Oiled Machines', and it's not so much shipping but more chaos, angst and steampunk-things.

A whir of cogs, and the occasional puff of air. The bang of pumps mashing against metal, followed by an ear-piercing whistle. Machines shuddered and shivered, as well as the odd jolt. Occasionally they would string together sentences of German, ones that their creator had taught them. This was West Germany's safe haven, a place where he constantly stayed. The machines, although they did talk back, at least they were truthful in their words. He had made sure to think of that when making his machines. His wonderful machines.

In their city, filled with countryhumans, statehumans and pretty much everything in between, he preferred his basement, filled with machinery and robotic voices. It was like he had made up his very own world. And it was good that he had.

The wheels that helped him glide across the floor meant that he was not able to farm, or hunt, even though that was off the list anyway due to heats. Those horrible, once every four month pains. Not that he couldn't feel pain anyway; his cousin, Austria, had him on so many meds for his other problems that the pains didn't show up usually.

Another whistle broke him out of his train of thought and he wheeled himself back over to his desk, where he was currently fixing a pair of flight wings for Kazakhstan. That country...if it wasn't for him being a brother-in-law (to be), he would throw him out of a second-storey window. He always winds up stuck somewhere, whether that be in a window or in a tree. No one would believe him when he said he was over 500 years old, and with good reason too.

He grabbed his spanner, before going over the bolts of the wings one more time, making sure that a certain white and red Countryhuman couldn't unscrew it and be a helping hand in him being impaled. Again. That Poland...he knew that he was just trying to stir up trouble. And after the recent second war, he had every right to be pissed off, and even angry at European countries. But trying to kill off a countryhuman just because they're soon married to the nephew of the person who ripped them in half is too much.

A loud ring cut his thoughts off, and he wheeled backwards towards the machine, smacking a few buttons before answering the call. A face showed up on the screen, one that he couldn't be happier in seeing. America. He may be the most annoying Countryhuman that he had to deal with, and he may be blind, and deaf when he forgets his hearing aids but he sure is caring about him, even with his radiating young grandfather energy. He turned most of the machines off, it was about midnight so they needed to rest anyway, before turning back to him.

"Guten tag America..." His voice sounded weary; exhausted, uneven, and a little bit hoarse. He really needed to stop his smoking but in a wheelchair (and the fact that they're immortal), he had no real reason to stop anyway. He wasn't going to be running anytime soon.

"Hello West-jeez your voice sounds even worse today. How are you keeping up though?" That was also another good thing about America. Always chirpy, always pleased to see someone. It made him feel a little better, but not too much.

"The usual, America. What's the report then?"

"Major, otherwise I would be calling you outside of work hours, we've managed to capture and lock away Soviet. The asshole has been running from us since the second war. Luckily his kids took over his grounds 30 years ago otherwise we would be in a bit of a pickle. The other thing is that East has given you total control over your territory, he said he didn't want to be involved with it."