Countryhuman brother scenarios

how they handle your bully

(I added in Canada in cuz he's too cute to resist)

( Oh and a quick tip (b/n) is bully name so yea-)

{Germany}

-You were walking home with your torn artwork you had on due

''fuckin..'' you grumbled as your poor state reached closer to your house

-Quickly plastering a fake smile onto your self, you opened the door

-Stood there were your brother and your dad third reich

-He already knew your fake smile so he just came up to the torn artwork

''who did this?''

''oh, well...uhm...their names (b/n).''

-your dad smiled a toothy grin

"Bereite die armee vor"

(get the army ready)

-Germany simply nodded and walked off somewhere, your dad following him

{Russia}

-You walked home, your hat in your bag and your body full of bruises and cuts

-As you walked into the street of your house you saw russia

-He was in a tank while your dad laugh cried as he was recording

"Russia what the fuck is happening?!" you yell

"I'm doing you a favour, by shooting (b/n)'s house down"

-You stare at him before giving him a thumbs up and walking back into your house

{Britain}

-You were on the concrete, beaten and kicked

-(B/n) and her group of shits had torn and ruined the outfit Britain had given you

''Who would even wear such an ugly ass outfit, what are you, 50?'' She laughed as she walked away with her group

-Hurt and battered, you stood up and picked up the outfit ''Shit, Brits gonna fuking kill me (b/n) you dick eating bitch.''

-Once you got back home Britain was in the dining room, drinking his tea

''Hello (y/n) how was you da- WHAT HAPENNED TO YOU AND THE OUTFIT''

-He rushed up to you

-France by this time was at your house, breaking down your door

-Explaining your situation, about how (b/n) ruined your outfit

-Things went over hill after that, France started asking you where they lived

- You, knowing that France will stalk that person and plot a murder on them so you didn't tell 

-Britain ended up just calling the school and telling them about it

{America}

-There you sat, in the middle of your history lesson trying to learn for fucking once

-You being the unlucky one had to sit in the front of the class

-As you learnt you started hearing whispers coming from (b/n) 's ugly mouth 

"Oh my god, you know (y/n) yea her their such a ugly twat." (B/n) whispered over to their friends, laughing and snickering 

- You were going through some anxiety at that time so it didn't help you in the least

-As you kept on hearing onto their whispers your eyes started watering, quickly standing up you asked the teacher for the toilet and rushed out

-You're vision was blurry cause of the tears forming in your eyes causing you to bump into someone 

"Oof. Sorry." You rubbed your eyes to see the person that you bumped into was the one and only America 

-He looked at you, worry painting his face "(y/n), were you crying? Did someone or something hurt you?" It surprised you at how worried he was

-You nodded your head, telling him it was (b/n) and their friends that were talking behind you back

-He knew about you anxiety at that time, cuz surprisingly you trusted him

-Later that day, near the end of the school day (b/n) had managed to corner you and started punching and kicking you

-Minutes went by of kicking and punching, you felt your bones become numb when you saw America charging for the group before you fell unconscious 

- You woke up on the sofa, still in your uniform 

-Looking to your side was America playing super smash bros

- He ended up telling you that he had successfully chased the group of thots away and told you you'll be staying off school for the past few days, lucky you 

{Canada}

-You were lastly pushed to the snowy surface by (b/n) and her friend group

-As you watched them leave the site you stood up, bruised and punched "fucking bitch that cant stop eating dick (b/n) fucking die in maple syrup made by Canada you fuckwad." You cursed to yourself as you walked back home

-As you approached the house you saw Canada outside, trying to shovel the snow

-Quickly plastering a fake smile onto yourself, you waved at him

"Heya Canada." You said, trying to sound cheerful "Hey (y/n)-"

-He looked at your hurt state and stopped shovelling the snow

"Where's my maple gun?" He asked

(789 words Jesus was I creative for this one)

(Just a quick author chan note I'm trying to update more frequently cause of my absence so yea-)