Hello! This is my first fanfic that I'm publishing, so I hope you like it!
The three women crept along the confining, damp tunnel underground, all of them worn down from the terrible war. Not even the former fashionista in the middle of the trio was complaining about getting dirty. All of the fighting had taken her selfish needs and narcissism.
The citizens of the world were noticeably unhappy with their country and government. Naturally, only a small minority of the people had voiced their thoughts, making their government ignore the big picture.
Right under their noses, groups of people representing almost every country of the world met up to discuss plans of a revolution. The main idea was to overthrow all power to create rule of the people. Not even democracy satisfied the ones who were free. Those were selfishly hungry for more freedom. What they had in mind was a revolution, the biggest one in history.
When they put their plan into action, the majority of the citizens fought and overthrew the main powers, kidnapping, executing, and attacking the personifications of their nation. No one was safe anymore.
There were only a handful of survivors.
Leading them was a twin-tailed blonde with a grumpy expression permanently etched onto her face called England. She was using her wand to light the way down the ominous path that apparently led to a safer place. This had been suggested by the originally cheery American who was keeping a keen eye behind them.
"Amerique, how much farther do we have to go?" Asked the untarnished beauty, more out of curiosity than irritation. They really didn't have much to lose, and no where else to be.
"Just a bit farther, Francie. It's not too far away." Replied America in an exhausted voice that was once so joyful. A frown grew onto America's face as she heard something the other two did not. A low rumble sounded so lowly above them. Her dull, blue eyes widened in alarm, and did something the former rivals would never forget. She lunged into the duo, and with her superhuman strength, pushed them far away.
"Gah- You git! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" Snapped England, her wand breaking in two, leaving them in total darkness with bruises and scrapes. America knew she wouldn't be able to catch up to them in time, so she gave them her final words.
"England, France! Get away from my voice!" She yelled frantically.
"W-What?" The frenemies stuttered. The youngest had almost never said their names properly, and it frightened them to hear her say filled with so much panic.
"Go!" She commanded forcefully, succeeding in egging them on. They blindly scrambled along the trail, ever so faintly hearing the girl's last words.
"...Love you, guys…"
And behind them they heard at first a crumble that grew into deafening crashes and rumbles, encouraging them to crawl faster... But not without tears of sorrow and pain as their baby sister was crushed as she sacrificed herself for their own safety.