More Than a Dream (COUNTRYHUMANS AU)

Resilience

The distorted reality beckoned, and North felt a strange pull as if the fabric of his existence was unraveling. The choice before him was both a surrender and a defiance, a merging of destinies that transcended the boundaries of life and death.

In the silent abyss of the field, North Korea faced the enigmatic figure of Russia, her presence a confluence of power and mystery. The next steps remained uncertain, and the echoes of Okinawa's lifeless voice lingered, a haunting reminder of the choices that would shape the course of North's fate.

"Don't be afraid, North." Russia reached out. "We're stronger together." Despite the void in her eyes, Russia's voice was soothing and warm. North Korea reluctantly stepped closer and held Russia's hand. He felt the same tingling, stretching sensation as he fused into Russia.

Once North was one with Russia, he heard another voice in his head: Russia's.

"Why am I wearing a skirt?" North thought.

"Why are we so short?" Russia added.

"Hey, I'm a decent height." North responded.

"No, North, I feel like a gremlin in this body."

South Korea cackled wildly like a jackal.

"I'm sorry, but if you have a child and it looks like this, I'm not considering it my...niece? Nephew?" South paused for a moment. "Or whatever genderfluid crap this is. Bottom line, y'all ugly."

The country glared at South. "Right. What do we call ourselves?" They pondered aloud.

"Commie Paradise." South chuckled. "We'll call you CP for short." In the midst of their peculiar fusion, North Korea, now united with Russia, faced the challenge of navigating this shared existence. The merging of voices and thoughts created a cacophony in North's mind, a surreal experience of cohabiting with Russia's consciousness.

As the newly formed entity, CP (Commie Paradise), contemplated their identity, South Korea's irreverent commentary echoed within. The bizarre banter continued, adding an unexpected layer of humor to the gravity of the situation.

Russia's enigmatic presence emanated a sense of wisdom, contrasting with the lighthearted exchanges. "We may be an unconventional union, but our strength lies in unity," Russia's voice resonated within North's mind.

CP, despite the initial disorientation, found a semblance of harmony in their shared thoughts. As they ventured forth, the fusion of North and Russia embarked on a journey that would reshape the geopolitical landscape, leaving behind the echoes of their individual pasts.

"So, America killed me, as you can see." South gestured to his body which was punctured with bullets.

"And me too." Japan added, shoving her internal organs back inside her. "Also, I'm blind." She pointed to the dark chasms that once held her eyes. Okinawa looked flatly at Japan.

"And Anee-chan killed me." She remarked, a tad disgruntled.

"Anyway, we need to stop America because all of us are hideous now. Especially CP."

"Hey!" CP called out.

"I've never seen someone so feminine yet so masculine, so beautiful but so ugly, and so strong yet so petite," South added, handing CP a mirror.

CP had Russia's base colors with electric blue lines dividing them. There was a white circle with a red star in the center. One eye was amber while the other was violet. The roots and ends of the snowy white hair were blue, styled in a mullet.

As CP confronted their altered appearance, a reflection of Russia's and North's attributes, the eccentricities of their combined features became apparent. South Korea's irreverent comments added a touch of levity to the situation, emphasizing the unique and contradictory nature of CP's existence.