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This is Countryhumans Frozen World/Winter AU but they react to original (basically everything froze over starting with tropical Islands then making its way to other places it started randomly too this is a crossover of Countryhumans and Statehumans) (forgot to mention if you're consumed by the cold you basically become a walking ice creature that loves the cold) immune to the cold: Russia, Alaska, Antarctica, and Greenland (optional) infected by the cold: (you choose) America: he doesn't go out for long periods of time usually like a 10 minute distance then starts walking back home with whatever he finds barely have energy nowadays not even enough to annoying Russia or China basically. so he usually stays inside and does things inside if he's outside for a long time he'll get sick. blonde hair and wears sunglasses always everyone thinks he has blue eyes tho. all states and territories are his kids he has eagle wings but he hides them Alaska: not affected by the snow at all but he wishes it would go back to how it was especially because everyone he knows and loves can't go outside and he sees them sick all the time he can't stand it. he has long white hair and yellow eyes always wears a ushanka that his dad America gave him. (a tiny bit related to Russia) Alaska doesn't really like Russia. he has moose antlers and a tail. 14 Russia: not affected by the snow at all him and everyone else who's immune usually go out to find supplies he's always wearing his ushanka he's half bear with bear ears and tail. he doesn't really understand why Alaska doesn't like him that much. but they usually go out together to find supplies. white hair and purple eyes. he loves vodka (I'll put the rest in AI writer)

Alya

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The world had frozen long ago. Skies once filled with birds and storms were now silent, stretched wide with pale blue death. Ice had swallowed everything — cities, seas, voices, memories. All that remained was Aegis, the last living city, wrapped around a great humming core of warmth. And at its center stood Valen — the only true leader left. He had not been chosen. He had not inherited power. He had taken it — through sheer strength, sharp thinking, and a will that refused to break when the world did. When the old rulers vanished and the systems failed, Valen rose. While others begged the cold for mercy, he made the fire last. Now, the city lived because he ruled it. Not with kindness — kindness was nearly a myth in these frozen times. Not with empty promises, nor cold, harsh order alone. He ruled with strength and sharp purpose — firm, unyielding, but not without moments of rare mercy. His people feared him, yet somewhere beneath the surface was a hint of something more human. They called him the Returned, though no one said it with joy. He was not a savior — he was the final wall between life and the frost. And walking three steps behind him, always watching, was Ayla. She wore the quiet uniform of an aide — not a soldier, but someone meant to stay close. Someone who listened. Who reported. And around her neck hung a necklace: a thin chain with a cold metal emblem —his mark, the one that told everyone who she belonged to. Everyone in Aegis knew what it meant: she had his trust. Or something like it. And no one could understand why. She had once stood in the halls of another city, one now buried beneath ice, and declared Valen unworthy. She had watched his exile without a word. Now she stood beside him. He did not trust her. She did not forgive herself. But something bound them together, tighter than orders or history — something unspoken and heavy. Behind the city’s walls lay a secret between them, one that could change the city’s fate