Hugsborg was an odd place, to put it lightly. During the chaos of the early years of feral fluffies spreading around the globe, some nutter in the western United States had purchased one hundred thousand acres of land from the government, stating on the purchase proposition that the land was for founding a new country on. Due to clerical laziness, incompetence, and a fortunately timed office christmas party hangover, every step of the way the purchase was rubber stamped, with the only real scrutiny being applied to the value of the land to be sold.
The original purchaser died only a few months after founding what was initally called Dave’s Bitchin’ New C(o)unt(ry), passed on to Dave’s two children; Devlin Bitchin’ and Samuthard Bitchin’. Since Dev and Sam both loved fluffies, and so decided that within the newly renamed Hugsborg, that fluffies would have the same legal rights as humans. While they were at it, they just copied almost all of the laws from the United States, with one of their few written laws saying “insert all USA laws here”
Normally this would have been squashed pretty quickly by the US government, but they weren’t the first government to notice. And so it was quite a shock when, at the UN, Russia formally sponsored the the addition of Hugsborg to the UN as an independent nation. Or it would have, if the American diplomat hadn’t been late that day due to dead fluffies blocking the train he caught that morning. Hugsborg was introduced as a novel country seceding from the United States seeming over the single issue of protecting fluffies, and the remaining delegates thought the idea was so funny that they took a quick vote and unanimously declared Hugsborg to be an independent nation, just as the American diplomat skidded into the room.
Seeing as how Hugsborg boardered the cities of Abuseville and Weirdboxton, this made for some interesting rules moving forward. Border lines were drawn, but since the now rapidly populating Hugsborg had almost the same laws as its neighbors, a fence or other barrier was not considered necessary, and a simple red line painted on the street would suffice. Indeed, in exchange for discounted beer at the only bar in Hugsborg, the Mayor of Abuseville had agreed that his city would provide policing, judicial, and jail services to Hugsborg. In practice this meant that the Abuseville police would patrol both areas, and any actions that were offences at the spot they occurred were dealt with by the Abuseville courthouse, with fines being split 50-50, and jail time served at the Abuseville prison.
This, early on, ruffled some feathers, when a fluffy abuser was kicking a fluffy down an Abuseville street, and continued to do across the border line, turning around after a few kicks made entirely within Hugsborg. Since this was caught on a security camera in Hugsborg, where fluffies had the same rights as humans, the man was charged with assault and battery, and forced to pay for the fluffy’s medical bills. This led to the odd scenerio where, after being sentenced to one year in Abuseville jail, He was alotted one fluffy to torture to death per week, as part of his human rights as defined by Abuseville.
And so signs were erected along the border, reminding people that abusing fluffies in any way shape or form was perfectly legal and even encouraged in Abuseville, but one step over the boarder into Hugsborg and the same actions could result in huge fines or even jail time, to be served in Abuseville.
Alrighty, there we are- the country of Hugsborg, with a boarder shared with Abuseville and Weirdboxton. I think it seems like a good setting for fluffy stories. I’ll be writing some soon, but I’d like to invite anyone else who wishes to use this setting for their own stories.