Attention: I don't own Hetalia, in the slightest. It would be nothing like it is now if I did. On the other hand, I do own Isabel, Berlin, and Munich. OOC tendancies will probably be something that will happen alot, cause I am made of fail! /shot/ Anyways, that is all.
Screams pierced the heavy night air. Flames danced along the city. Buildings were alight, people were dying, running, panicking. Gunshots rang out, explosions sounded and more and more people dropped. The city of Berlin was slowly being burned to the ground by its own people, and its personification was falling with it, screaming and convulsing as three others scrambled to help and keep things under control. This was the same thing that was happening all over the world. People would spread and fire up other people to do the same. Though in this case, it all was fairly brutal.
"IT HURTS!" The long haired blonde was screaming her lungs out as her muscles twitched and shot out at those holding her down.
"Hush, Isa, we're gonna make it better, we promise." The male holding down the woman's arms said softly.
This was a shock to everyone in the room. The voice came from a normally fiery albino. Looking out a window nearby, you could see everything that was going on. The house was right nearby Berlin. The woman screamed just as another explosion sounded and her arm split open spilling blood on the sheets of the bed she was on. Blue and red eyes widened.
"FELICIANO, QUICKLY, WITH THE FIRST AID!" The blue-eyed blonde male holding the woman's legs down yelled.
Another albino walked to the side of the bed just as an Italian burst into the room with a first aid kit. It was given to the second albino who quickly worked with the wound. Gunshots and more explosions sounded and the blonde woman's eyes suddenly rolled back into her head as she went into a seizure fit. Something was quickly placed into her mouth and things went on.
Hours later everything stopped and the personified city was left laying half dead on the bed everyone standing over her. German soldiers marched back from the mostly-destroyed city. The four in the room looked at each other in silence. Germany, Prussia, North Italy, and Munich looked out the window at the still burning remains of the city and hoped that Isabel, the personification of Berlin, would make it.
When will this hell end?
This was on all their minds.