Dark Entity [Countryhumans x Reader]{Countryhumans Fanfiction}

Loner

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"Do we look like a cult?" Romania grunted.

Your heart sank.

If Romania's going to act hostile they won't get off to a good start.

"Step away from our child at once!" You heard your dad say.

Your friends hesitated, but stepped away one by one, except for Romania, who didn't budge at all and kept glaring at your parents.

"Romania, please." You whisper and get up, grunting in pain.

Romania immediately got up to help you, but your parents didn't get that too well.

"Young Man I demand that you step away from our child at ONCE." Your mother snapped.

"Young Man." Romania scoffed, while Belarus and Poland pulled him back.

"I'm over 10,000 years old, isn't that grown up already?"

"It's about 500-600 generations, Romania." Poland mumbled.

"Yeah so you'd be in your late teens or early twenties." Belarus murmured.

Your parents looked at each other, then faced you.

"(Your Name), please tell us, what's going on? Who are these people? Where have you been? You know you've made us think you're dead. We thought we've never get to see you again."

"Well... mom and dad, meet my friends, the uh... Countryhumans. You can tell what their name is by their flags." You awkwardly introduce your friends.

Weird silence followed your sentence.

"Did they hit you in the head?" Your father asked you, worried.

"No, I'm serious." You reassure them.

"You." Your mother pointed to Romania again."Come here."

Romania hesitantly stepped up. Mom traced her hand over the stripes of Romanias flag.

"Don't touch me!" Romania escaped her grasp.

"Very realistic face paint" Mother said, surprised, ignoring Romanias flaming eyes.

If looks could kill...

"He's got a strong accent too." Dad mumbled.

Your mom turned to Romania once more.

"Let me ask you some questions." Mom requested Romania.
"What do Romanians eat as tradition on St. Andrews day?"

"Garlic." Romania answered without hesitation.

"What do you shape the dough as on Mucenici?"

"An eight."

"What's the Romanian version of Valentine's Day?"

Romania flashed you a glance, before answering.

"Dragobete." He answered.

"Alright, I'm convinced that you might know a lot about Romania.." Your mother started.

"Because I AM Romanian." Romania murmured, interrupting your mother.

"But how are you going to prove that you really are a Country?" Your mother said, crossing her arms.

"You want proof?" Romania scoffed.
"I'll give you proof."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife.

Your father immediately stepped in front of you. Even though you knew Romania wasn't going to attack you, it wasn't too obvious to your parents.

"Back off!"
"What do you think you're doing with that?"