You're… Alive?

*All countries are multilingual, if any word in a sentence they say is not English, they are speaking that language for the entire sentence.
(Using Google Translate, Checking twice)
((Hi, this is my first story. While this may be new on here, the truth is, I've been thinking about making this story for two years now. I do have some older versions of this story on Quotev, (you can look for it if you want,) and very embarrassingly, a poorly drawn comic. Both sucked so now I'm here writing this!))

The premise is simple. Once a long time ago, ((Still working on the time)) a young girl was sealed in a capsule by her older brother in order to protect her from the nuclear bombs about to go off. XX amount of years later, she awakes with only one goal in mind. Find all remaining countries alive, and- [CLASSIFIED]. As far as she knows from the information the voice in her head, there are six of them. But could there be more? (Contains USUK, Franada, Spamano, Rochu, and mention of GerIta.) Have fun reading!
(This is being written from my physical copy of my book, which is written and in a composite notebook, so if the chapters are short, that's why.)

Prologue

All I remember before I awoke in my little broken capsule was myself sitting over the world, my brother besides me. Funny thing was, I couldn't for the life of me remember what he looked like. All I knew was that he was a loud, boisterous man with a booming, borderline obnoxious laugh. I sighed. If I couldn't remember it, there was no use hurting myself trying to think about it. I stood up and dusted my clothes off.
'How long was I sitting there?' I thought to my self, gently avoiding the shards of glass that surrounded the broken chamber.

"About fifteen minutes," A man with a German accent replied. I jumped up into the air, my feet landing on a giant shard of glass as I came down.
"HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK OW FUCK!" I yelled, hopping on my undamaged leg. The voice snickered in a playful manner, almost as if he wanted that to happen."Hey Jul- Errr..." The voice paused, as if he wanted to call me by another name. "...Matzie. I'm just here to help you. Sorry about that cut, but it will heal," He said.
The voice really didn't come from anywhere. It just kind of bounced of the walls from each direction and came back to me. "That's nice..." I spoke, looking around.
"Where exactly are you?" I said, looking up to the ceiling, trying to find the source of the man.
There was a bright flash of light, as he said, "Turn around."

Behind me was a man about three inches taller than I, with platinum grey hair and red eyes. His shirt was half unbuttoned, and he had a scruffy look to him, like he hadn't shaved, slept, and/or bathed in four days. He did look kind of familiar though.
"Guten Morgen," He mumbled. I took another step back, carefully trying to avoid any glass shards that could've been behind me. The man laughed, sounding akin to what I assumed what my older brother sounded like.
"Don't worry. I told you, I'm just here to help you. I can't help you physically of course, just being like this takes tremendous strength, but my awesomeness propels it," He laughed, picking me up and setting me away from the shards of glass.
I noticed that when he stepped on glass shards, none would get stuck in his feet, like he wasn't there.
"I'm not little you know, I could've walked over the glass myself. Anyways, who are you?" I huffed, edging farther away from him.

He looked at me with the strangest look, as if he had known me his entire life.
"Julchen what are you-" He paused, tilting his head. There he went with the other name again. Did I resemble someone he once knew? I didn't know, but he spoke again.
"...Matzie, sorry. You just reminded me of someone. I'm Cullen, and I suppose I should explain that you are now in the middle of the nuclear apocalypse. But with that out of the way..." He spoke, calling me by my correct name this time before vanishing in a white light.
"...We need to go to Malton, UK. It's where all the countries are, and I need to see them to know that they're alive."
"Countries?" I asked, confused. "Aren't they just pieces of land?"
He sighed, and muttered, "I knew doing that was a bad idea."
"Doing what? I asked, confused. I heard a weird noise, as if the man were either frustrated or embarrassed by something.
"...Nevermind. Now, I can teleport you there, but this is the only time I can do this, ok?"
I blinked.
"You can teleport?" I asked him, confused.

He huffed, annoyed.
"Yes. I can, but no more questions. I'll take you now," He said, in a threatening tone, almost as if he was about to shout at me.
"O-Ok.." I squeaked as I shut my eyes, bracing myself.
It wasn't painful at all. It felt like I was flying for about two seconds, and all of a sudden, I was sitting in a playground.
It was old and worn down, but there were no signs of it being a radiated place.
In fact, the small playground was extremely peaceful. The sky was blue, and although there were no flowers, the air was light and smelt reality hit me.
The playground was small and dingy, and the air was heavy with smog. The sky was tinted a sickening greenish yellow.
So much for peaceful. Cullen apologized, and told me that that was the effects of his teleport.
"Yeah... I don't want to do that again," I told him.
"Matzie, I need you to cry now."
"What?" I asked him. Why was he telling me to cry? I was so confused about everything that had happened in the past thirty minutes.

The more I thought about Cullen telling me to cry, the more I got frustrated by it.
Why was he here, and why was I supposed to do his job? Why did he look so familiar, and why was it that he reminded me of someone I didn't know so much?
I couldn't help it. I broke down into a full blown crying fit, desperately trying to wipe away the tears.
"Someone, anyone, please help me..." I sniffed. Through my tears, I saw a figure coming towards me.
"There he is. Our first surviving country," Cullen said.

"Alfred F. Jones."

Yep, so there's our prologue! I hope you atleast didn't hate this shitty entry, because I'll be back for more with even worse chapters!

Until then! - Trashling, the child of horror