Countryhuman Scraps, Story Ideas, and One-shots

Nouvelle France and Weimar Republic 1/?

This countryhuman AU idea came from the amazing ThefiveEyEESCANada

Go give them lots of love and affection or I will be forced to feed you your kneecaps.

My French is still not the greatest and my German is worse than shite. So, I will be using Google translate for some of the French and basically all of the German. Please feel free to correct me in the comments or give me suggestions if you thought the wording was off. Your corrections are greatly appreciated!

One last thing before we start (this might get confusing)

For this one-shot I am perceiving German Empire to be Weimar Republic's father. I like to think that Germany started off as Weimar Republic before turning into Third Reich then being split into East and West before their reunification and becoming the Germany we know today. I also like to think that German Empire went by Prussia before the German unification of the 1870's where he changed his flag and started calling himself German Empire.

Sorry if you are confused, but it should help a bit with the story.

The beginning is going to be kind of slow, so please bare with me for a bit. Okay, ENOUGH RAMBLING! Now onto the actual story!

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Present day

No POV

The attic was still and surrounded in a calm blanket of darkness. The old boxes, memories and crevices of the space was covered with a not-so fine layer of dust. It had been quite some time since anyone had visited the small, cramped space. It was starting to look kind of sad, but it's just an attic. Why would it care?

The room's lengthy stillness was coldly interrupted by a loud crack and some forceful shoving of the scuttle door. Small grunts and irritated huffs could be heard from the hallway beneath it.

"Oh come on you stupid ceiling hole! Why won't you open?!" a bothered voice called out. The door was refusing to budge.

"Come on bro. It can't be that bad!" another more confident voice chided.

"Are you the one trying to open cette putain de chose Ame!" the first voice shouted back . (1)

"Jeez, calm down Canada," Ame, better known as America, held up his hands in mock surrender, "I was just trying to help."

The Canadian shot him an empty glare before returning to his task.

After another few minutes of miffed pushing and shouldering, the scuttle door gave way and dully slid across the attic floor. A haze of dust was unsettled from the commotion and blown directly into the Canadians' face. The tall male reeled in a fit of coughs and was almost thrown from the ladder he was standing atop. Quickly regaining his balance, along his breath a short while after, Canada began to make his way up and into the stuffy attic. America followed him shortly after.

Canada's POV

I peered around the cramped room before running a finger along one of the old wooden boxes. It turned the tip of my finger a gross sooty grey.

Eww...

'Why did I even let Ame convince me into looking for his old rifle?' I asked myself, 'In MY own attic of all places!'

I had already accepted my fate, so I sighed and continued further into the attic. I passed large wooden and cardboard boxes that I can only assume my father packed in here more than a century ago.

While I was walking further into the space, America had started to pull down boxes and messily rummage through them. I was looking at some older beaver pelts I had left hanging over a wooden rack when I heard a not so manly scream from my brother. I put down the pelt and circled back to see what had gotten him so spooked.