Author's say:
Wai~ It's finally done!
This isn't my first fanction, but it is my first time posting one here....so please don't kill me.
Other than that, yay~ Kiku and Yao~
Find Me
"No! You can't do this, aru!" The Asian pleaded, holding his sword against the side of the gun. "Stop!"
"I don't have a choice…" The attacker explained smugly, his face hidden in the shadow of the room. "I know you want to play the hero sometimes, Yao…" China gulped at the sound of his name. "But what you just did is trade your life for the rest of the world."
"But you can't-AH!" His hand slipped and the older country fell to the ground, his sword being tossed from him, leaving him to fend for himself.
"We had a deal, Wang." The voice spoke again. "And for the sake of your little nation 'friends'…it was broken."
The shadow kicked the older's side, causing him to spit out the blood he had received from their previous battle. "Justice can't keep you from dying." The shadow smirked before holding his rifle up to the other man's head. "The information on the Faired Powers…you have it."
China didn't respond, red still oozing from his lips. "Give it to me…" The figure demanded as he readied his gun with a snap. "…and you won't have to face the consequences."
The strongest and one of the oldest countries of the entire Earth had been brought to his knees by the third of the greatest wars in history. With the rifle at range, he bowed his head and managed to spit out his last words.
"Never…" He winced. "Never will I go against the backs of those who aid me-"
"SHAP!" The gun did its deed under the time it took for him to finish the Asian's final sentence.
"…hmph." The dark figure pouted childishly, as if taking such a life was just another day to him. "And I thought this one'd be usefu-"
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" A voice broke from the darkness, the door behind the shadow slamming open to let a thousand beams of light into the building.
The masked man whipped around to face several other nations. The tallest, a blonde male, held the door to the layer wide open as the others, a shorter Asian and a bushy browed European, rushed in, guns at hand.
"What have you done wi-" The American's words stopped at the sight of the two original fighters.
"China!" The other Asian cried, rushing to his brother's side.
Both of the blondes, along with a large Slavic man, held their weapons to the shadowed attacker. "What did you do to him?" As if they didn't already know the answer.
The dark man crackled. "This is what happens, fools…" He led his gun to the Japanese man who had thrown himself over his bleeding brother. "When you get too close to-"
"BAM!" A shot slammed the man from behind.
The team of nations looked around quickly, searching for the birth of the shot, as the dark figure stumbled to the ground; dead.
"You'll have to excuse me," Another man stepped out of the dark. "Long dialogs just annoy me."
"France." The tallest blonde sighed in relief. "You made it."
The monsieur gave a half smile before tucking his gun and joining the other countries. His eyes then widened as he reached the point of light at which he could clearly see the scene.
"My God…" He gasped.
"CHINA!" Japan's screams broke the soft mood. "No!"
England put a hand on the living Asian's shoulder in attempt to comfort.
"No!" Kiku cried, forcing himself into Arthur's arms, too afraid to face the now life-less body of his older brother. "N-no….he can't be…"
The Britain held onto his ally as France held his stance, in no right to move. America, the one supposed of always being the 'hero', felt to be cracked.
"Damn it…" He whispered, head low, before he stumbled to the ground, knees finally giving out. "DAMN IT ALL!"
His chasting yells seemed to shake the empty building. No other sounds could be heard after they echoed out…besides the occasional whimper or sniff. No one had noticed the larger nation that had slipped in with France. He set down his pipe and kneeled down before the body of his old friend.
"He is dead." The Russian said almost too straightly.
Tears silently welled up in the American's eyes as he held himself on the ground. Japan let out a quick gasp before curling up to England's shoulder to cry softly. No one could say anything else after that; simply because…there was nothing to say.
"The People's Republic of China ….is dead."
And yes, that is my 792 word adaptation of WW3.
Basically there are two powers; the Faired and the Ricked. Faired are the 'good guys'. But all that isn't really that important.
Please R&R~! Keep in mind that this chapter is more of a preface. The first official chapter will be up by Monday.