Major writer's block and a major homework assignment are my excuses for not doing anything on here. Sorry. I'll upload an update to my one-shot series later (today hopefully). I'm also working on a fantasy story.

Anyways, new story idea. It's an allegory to the Book of Revelations in the Bible. I don't want to impose religion on anybody. It's just a story idea.

There will be multiple couples in this story, as I'm doing a survival of the apocalypse in a classroom. Yes, I will have a bit of religion stuff, such as some praying. If that bothers you, you are welcome to leave.

The couples are going to be: USUK, RoChu, GerIta, KikuWan, FraSey, AusHun, PruCan, Spamano, LietBela, SuFin, DenNor, and HongIce. I will be playing with some other couples for drama reasons.

This is going to be pretty long when I'm done with it. The beginning is probably going to be a bit boring, because it'll take maybe a few months for the excitement of the apocalypse to start.

I hope you enjoy.

Rated: Mature

Couples: Listed above

Genre: Romance, angst, some tragedy.

Warnings: Character deaths. Violence. Implied sex in later chapters.

Summary: When the end of the world prophecy comes true, several classmates find themselves alone and afraid in an apocalyptic world. Not knowing anything that's going on outside and too afraid to go further than the school perimeters, which includes a forest, a few dormitories, and the classrooms themselves, the teenagers must gather all their wits and primitive instincts to survive. Can they make it through the end of the world and each other? Warnings: character deaths, human! au, gakuen! au, and apocalypse! au.

The Prologue: A Summer Evening

2014~July~Eastern California

Alfred Jones laid in his bed, his sheets lying atop of his tall, sturdy body. His feet dangled off the end of the bed, kicking softly off rhythm to a song playing through his earphones. His eyes were shut in bliss as he brought another dark chocolate piece of heaven to his lips. He popped the bittersweet candy into his mouth and hummed softly as the chocolate began to melt. He then picked up a milk chocolate piece and did the same, mouthing the words to the song that was blasting into his ears.

It was around 11:00 pm; the last day of June. He traced slender fingers of his left hand over the screen of his phone, tapping rather impatiently with his other hand. Outside of his own little tent of sheets, there was rain pouring to the ground. A pitter patter was heard throughout the complex; an occasional thunder crash was heard as well. The only indication to Alfred, however, that it was raining was the burst of lightning that lit up the otherwise dark room.

The American couldn't careless of the rain. The storm might have terrified him as a kid, but now, the golden blonde hair wasn't standing on end, his fingernails weren't being bitten to stubs in his mouth, and the cerulean eyes weren't wide in fear.

Alfred flipped from lying on his stomach to lying on his back, glancing around the room in boredom. Every time the lightning lit the room up, Alfred would recognize bits of his room. The overall room was a square shape, nothing too bad. It was small, yes, but it was comfortable. The floor was strewed with articles of clothing that Alfred had left carelessly and hadn't bothered to pick up. There was a lone bookshelf in the corner that held mostly his comic book collection, a few stray textbooks, and his action figures. Beside that, there was an amp that connected to an electric guitar, which Alfred played frequently, singing along to random songs off key. His bed took up two-thirds of a wall. The bed sheets were a sky blue, which was Alfred's favorite color. There was a closet that was beside the nook that held the door, which held more clothes than Alfred would like to admit. The walls of his room were painted a cream color, as his dad had insisted that the cream color was too pure to change. Alfred just thought it was because he believed Alfred would do some outrageous color, like neon yellow. He would've had his way with it, if it weren't for his meddling father.

A pause in the song and a beep distracted him from his thoughts. He lifted his phone and saw that there was a new message. Oh finally, he thought that the other fell asleep on him. He unlocked his phone and opened his messages.

New Message from Farty Artie:
You are absolutely absurd. Just because you are sick and tired of going to school doesn't mean that everyone must boycott the school with you. I'll have you know that I'm proud and perfectly okay with going to Hetalia Academy. It's one of the best schools in this bloody country. I traveled all the way from England, over the sodding Atlantic ocean to come here. You may skip school but I refuse.

Message Sent:
Im jus sayin. Its stupid that we have to school durin sum. I mean, at my old school, thered be no school. I dont even wanna go to this dumb school! ;(

New Message from Farty Artie:
You are going to the most prestigious schools in your own homeland. Grow up and be proud that your dumb arse even got accepted. Anyways, I've finished doing homework, so I'm going to bed. You should get some rest too. Besides, tomorrow is Friday, and a day closer to your birthday. Good night.

Message Sent:
Oh shit... XD What was the hw?

New Message from Farty Artie:
Jesus, Alfred! You need to get yourself a planner. It was the read the textbook pages and answer the questions.

Message Sent:
Oh... Right... Before u go, what do u think of that new political person in the old commie country?

New Message from Farty Artie:
The one from Russia? Yes, I do believe he has great ideas. However, to get everyone to cooperate means a lot of disagreement. Especially since Russia doesn't get along with a few countries, this one included. I do like the idea of world peace.

Message Sent:
Start singin the lennon song and ill go to ur dorm right now and slap you.

New Message from Farty Artie:
I wasn't going to, you arse. Good night.

Message Sent:
Nighty artie! :D

New Message from Farty Artie:
It's Arthur.

Alfred grinned, his teeth lit up by his screen before he turned off the device, tossing it haphazardly on the floor beside him. He crawled out from his bed and rolled onto the ground. He stood up and turned on the tall lamp next to his bed and made his way to his backpack and then to his book shelf. He finished his homework quickly, guessing on half the problems and hoping he got them right, before turning out his light and tossing his homework and textbook onto the floor with the same amount of carelessness as his phone before shutting off the light and falling onto his pillow.

He dreamed of the blue skies and a future that was much different then the tedious life he was currently living.

Yes, this is going to be very descriptive and stuff. I'm not trying to be racist against Russia. It was the country I basically drew from the hat.

Edit: Bolding beginning and last part. Should've done this earlier I guess...