Hi I hope you enjoy the first chapter! I decided to do this in first person POV because I thought it would make it a little more personal (I've always wanted to write about what really goes on in Germany's head). Tell me how you like the POV and please note that I am not a native English speaker so please don't kill me for a few misplaced commas, semicolons, quotation marks, blah blah blah, you get the idea ;) Also I do not own Hetalia or Maximum ride just the story so enjoy! I imagined Germany's thoughts to be a bit more formal and so became my writing style for this story. Please tell me if that is okay :) Okay I'll stop blabbing on and on... Enjoy!
"Sheiße! Sheiße! Sheiße!"
I took one hand off of the steering wheel and quickly repositioned myself to get a better view of the backseat. Sure enough she was still there; her unconscious body curled up, wrapped in my long, knee-length military jacket. Her long brunette hair matted with blood– in fact her entire body had been covered in the stuff as she lay dying on the street of one of my favorite cities. I had saved her. She was the only one left to save.
I felt another bomb hit my precious Munich and pain radiated throughout my entire being. I felt dizzy, nauseous, and my already failing vision began to cloud with both agony and tears; and yet there was nothing I could do. My only option was to turn and run; run as fast as I could in the other direction. It didn't matter that it went against everything I believed in to do so; I didn't have a choice. The attack was so random, so sudden, that I hadn't a clue what was happening until the first bomb hit.
I was just passing through; I loved walking through my cities, seeing all the people going about their business– many were smiling and laughing as they talked with one another. It filled me with joy; it made me feel as though I had done my job well. I live for my people! To serve them! To protect them! To be there…
I slammed my fist down on my steering wheel and shrieked in rage. It is astonishing how quickly the things you care about most in the world can be yanked out from underneath your feet. When it happens you try desperately to regain balance but nine times out of ten you end up falling… and there is nothing you can do about it.
I clutched at my chest in pure anguish as I felt the bomb rip through my body. I coughed and hacked feeling the air leave my lungs. Blood dripped out of my mouth and my nose. Sure, many argue that I am just a figure created to watch over the economy, the people, the military, etc., but it's not that simple. I share an unbreakable bond with the earth; my land. I am bound to it so tightly one may say I am part of the earth, in the body of a human, capable of interacting with the people who walk across my surface. In that respect, when my country, my people, are being killed, my physical body feels it. Feels everything…
We had been at peace for years, perhaps one of the longest periods of peace in all of my history. There was no reason for Russia to attack, and yet even with the land he was given he would never be satisfied. While I was focused on maintaining the highest economy in Europe, he was plotting my death. I was foolish to think we were actually at peace to begin with.
What I did find extremely odd was his choice of weapons. Countries don't go around bombing other countries. After the atomic bombing in Japan, no one would dare repeat such a vile act. America was torn to pieces about it, and no one else wanted that burden hanging over their head. Of course there have been many threats as in the Cold War, but I never thought it would happen again. As always, I was wrong.
These bombs were different. I have never seen anything like it. The explosions were devastating, like an A-Bomb, however each one was small, as if they could be controlled and programmed to destroy a specific area. But I couldn't delve any further into it; all I could think of was that it only took four to destroy Munich...
I had literally pulled myself out of the rubble after the third bomb struck. As a powerful entity my major wounds healed quickly and I ran for my black Audi, which was thankfully parked outside of the city. I didn't have much time, for I feared another bomb was going to strike; the entire side of the city I was in was a pile of rubble. There were no signs of life and no building remained standing. It had taken so little time to kill so many people. However I ran across one soul; the same soul that now lay comatose in the back seat of my car. How she survived I still had no idea, but that wasn't exactly the most pressing matter.
I heard the buzzing of propellers before I saw the planes, little black dots in my mirror. There were four; and though they seemed far off in the distance, I knew every second they were slowly closing in on their target… me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer as I sped down the Autobahn. This car was meant for luxury and not speed; they would catch me in a matter of minutes. Also the attack had hurt me badly physically, and it was a miracle I had made it this far. At this point blood was gushing out of my mouth so profusely it stained everything: my clothes, the inside of my car, the paperwork I had filled out that morning, and my now messy hair– all soaked in red. I felt dizzy, but I had always been a fighter. Hot tears streamed down my face as I tried to figure out what to do. I knew I had only a matter of minutes before I passed out, I should have already passed out, but I would not give Russia that satisfaction.
I gritted my teeth and swerved sharply to the left barely escaping a round of bullets; the planes had caught me sooner than expected. They were sleek and black, on each of their shiny surfaces were the reflections of my car speeding and swerving to escape their deadly rain of ammunition; I had no chance. I knew this game of cat and mouse could only last so long.
Sure enough it came to an end as the Autobahn crossed a large river. A bullet hit me directly in the back of the head and I screamed in shock at the sudden impact. At that moment I lost all control of my vehicle and at such high speeds the car easily wobbled and then spun out, leaving me completely helpless.
The car swung around until it was sideways on the wide road; I realized it was going to start rolling and braced myself.
Yes, please roll! My thoughts seemed to echo throughout my mangled skull. At least then we both have a chance of walking away from this with our lives! However, as usual, luck was not on my side. My car was too heavy and instead of flipping and undulating down the road, the front of my car sped forward into the barrier of the bridge; there was a loud crunch as the front of my Audi was totaled and the concrete blockade shattered on impact.
I was falling, down, down, down… The drop was at least 100 feet; far too high for any one of my citizens to live. I would survive of course, but that was because I wasn't human. The mortal in the back didn't stand a chance. And I thought I could save her… I am such a fool.
My hands flew to my door as I tried desperately to roll down my windows, anything that could increase our chance of escape, but blood seeped into my eyes rendering them useless and I ended up just fumbling around my car pathetically; I was out of time and before I could do anything else the front of the car hit the water at full force, sending my face directly into the steering wheel. I heard a loud thwack, and then everything went dark.
"Sheiße" Obvious German curse word. ;)