~Never Be The Last To Stand~
Even if what you see is barren land
~Never Be The First To Fall~
Keep your head up, Stand tall
~Never Be The Last To Cry~
No matter what keep your friends in mind
~Never Be The First To Say~
That all you can do now is run far away
"America!" Romano yelled. "Will you shut up with-a your stupid ideas already?! I think everyone in here has had enough of them!" several nations in the room nodded in agreement.
"Finally, someone who agrees with us."
"Put him in his place."
"That stupid nation needs to grow up"
"How is he the representative?"
"I'm not sure."
I leaned on my hands, every word cutting me down. It hurt, but I would never show it. Italy shot me a confused look, shrugging. I started to sit down, then changing my mind and running out of the meeting.
"America!" England yelled after me. I kept running. Outside, the rain was pouring, soaking me to the bone quickly. It covered the silent tears I shed. I walked right by several fast food stored, to cut to even think about eating.
"I am mature. I am smarter than I act. I chose not to!" I now walked on the side of the road, the cars that drove bye splashing me. I didn't care. I looked around, fumbling my footing and falling over into the ditch by me. I slid down it, landing in some thick bushes that cut my skin. I didn't bother to move.
I heard a car stop, someone running down the side. "A-America?" he pulled me out of the bushes. "A-Are you alright?" I looked at him. Can… Canada, that's his name. He looked genuinely worried.
I stood up, leaning on him. "I… I don't fucking know." he helped me up the side of the ditch to his car.
"W-What happened t-to you at the meeting?" he asked. "Was it w-what everyone said about y-you? And you need a ride?"
I nodded, answering both questions. "Thanks bro."
He smiled at me, starting the car again. "It's not a problem, A-America. You're staying a-at the hotel, right?"
"Yeah." he nodded, driving in silence. Since all the flooding had happened in New York City, we had temporarily moved the UN to northern New York, which, surprisingly, I didn't know. Canada seemed to, though, navigating the roads easily. The car suddenly stopped, issuing a loud curse from him. He slammed on the gas, the car still not moving. "What's wrong with your car, Canada?"
He shook his head "I don't Kn-OW!"
The car shot forward, out of his control. He grabbed the wheel tighter, yelling out as it rubbed his hands, burning them. I reached over to grab it, but a large jolt of electricity shot through me. I shrieked, reaching over again, this time grabbing it. I tried to hold it in one place, really I did. But it spun out of my grip, turning off the road.
The last thing I remember was hitting a tree and Canada pulling me out of the seat.
0-POV-0
I shook America; the only response I got was a moan. I put an arm around him, lifting him up off the rain soaked ground. Glaring at my car, I headed back up the side of the road. I looked around, figuring it was shorter to head back to town. I nudged America, he emitting another low moan. It started raining harder, a breeze picking up. I sighed, brushing some rain-soaked hair out of my face.
Hours later, a car pulled over, the window rolling down and revealing North Italy. "Hey, what-a are you guys doing out here in-a the pouring rain, eh?"
"I l-lost control of my car a-and it spun off th-the road. Hit a tree a-and knocked America out."
Inside the car I heard, "Veneziano, do they need a ride or not?!"
He turned to me "I guess you-a do, huh~? Hop in the back!" I whispered a thank you to him, opening the back door and sliding both me and America in. Romano looked at me in the rear view mirror, eyes questioning. He shrugged, fixing his eyes to the road and driving. Italy was silent, staring cautiously out the window. Romano turned the car around, and driving back to town. The radio played quietly, and I trying to listen.
… Singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon
Whoa~ We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa~ Love's for…
The radio died out again. Some American band, I guessed, though that was fairly obvious. The wind started to shake Romano's car, he growling. The wind howled violently, Italy muttering to Romano to drive carefully. Romano growled back at his brother, but slowed the car down a bit. The car sped into town, zooming down the barren roads. Romano pulled over, just outside the hotel.
Click.
I fumbled with the lock on the door, giving it a strange look. It wouldn't open. Italy looked scared, doing the same with his door, not opening either. Growling again, Romano shut off the car, doing the same as we had. And still nothing. I reached over America and tried his door, but to no avail. We were locked in. Romano swore loudly in Italian. The wind blew the car roughly again, causing a yelp from Italy. It blew again, tipping the car, and I cried out. "W-What's going o-on?!"
Another strong gust tipped the car onto its side, the windows shattering. I fell out of my seat, falling into the broken glass, America falling on top of me. Italy clung tight to his seat, and Romano was in the same position as me, minus being crushed by his brother. With another gust, the car flipped onto its top, all of us lying on the roof of it. Italy fell with a loud yell. The rain pounded harder, water covering the roof of the car. The spot where the window was had been crushed, so we couldn't get out. Another strong gust sent the car barrelling down the street, all us rolling around inside.
It finally settled, the car crushed down on top of us and sinking into the ground. I heard Romano breathing raggedly next to me, and saw Italy lying on top of America. America looked as though he had been awakened by the car; his eyes were wide open and he had an arm loosely around Italy. I shook my head, propping myself up on my elbows. Pushing on the side of the car, I found that the door fell off easily. Dim light came from it, and I crawled out.
0-POV-0
I took in a deeper breath, trying to get my heart to slow down. Veneziano looked at me, his eyes open for once. I rolled over, crawling out the open hole in my rental car. He pulled me out, looking back in and calling his and mine idiot brothers. They both crawled out. I looked around, nothing we were obviously not in America anymore.
The sky was a deep black, obsidian. The trees were all gnarled and black, dear leaves hanging off them. On one, I swore I saw a skeleton hanging. There was no sun, and the grass was all faded grey. There were old rickety houses, all grey and black. We were standing on a brick road, a large spiral of many dim colours that spiralled out in different directions. Where the car was, was a grey knoll, something crushed underneath it. I cautiously took a step towards it…
It was a person. The roof of the car had crushed them, red blood bright against the grey ground. With a silent word from Canada, we both flipped the car back over. That person had all black on, black hair and greyish skin. Platinum boots seeming to glow, red gloves, black goggles with blue lenses, and a purple collar with a red moon on it.
"Oh god…" Canada muttered. "D-Did we just… what h-happened?!"
"Bro, calm down," America said, biting his lower lip.
"W-What-a did we just do?!" Veneziano wailed, clinging tightly to the stupid American's arm.
"They killed him!" I heard behind me. The four of us turned, seeing a very small blonde behind us. He stared up at all of us, dressed in black as well. Crossing my arms, I strode up between Canada and my fratello. "The intruders killed him!" he yelled, furrowing his thick eyebrows.
"Intruders?!"
"Killed who?!"
"So bright…"
More mutterings and yells surrounded us. Out of the houses, many small people, looking like children, came and surrounded us. We all backed into each other, many children reaching out for us "Now, my subjects, don't frighten them" I looked towards the voice, shutting one eye due to the bright colours.
It was a girl dressed in a white and pink dress. Her long, brown hair was pulled back by a long black ribbon. She had sharp brown eyes and a sad smile. She rolled a cherry blossom between her fingers. "T-Taiwan?" America asked.
She looked at him sadly, shaking her head. "I am not the one you know. They tell me you have killed him." she motioned to the dead guy.
"No fucking way captain obvious. Who are you, by the way?" I asked, glaring at her.
She brushed of my comment about her. "A Good witch, from the northern part of this land."
Canada stood closer to me "A-And where is here exactly?" he asked.
She smiled a bit brighter. "The four of you are in Ix, Desolate Planes to be specific."
"Ix?" America asked, the bastard sounding really confused.
The Taiwan Look-a-like nodded. She walked towards us, then to the body. Off of him, she pulled the shoes, gloves, goggles, and necklace and held them out in front of us. "Each of you take one, they will protect you."
Canada grabbed the goggles, pulling the ones he had on around his neck and putting the new ones on. My brother grabbed the boots, the ones he was already wearing disappearing as he went to put them on. America grabbed the red gloves, leaving me with the collar. Veneziano helped me put it on. "Protect us-a from what?" he asked. A loud bang sounded behind us, and everyone immediately dropped to the ground. The Witch pulled us down with her, looking around frantically
"Oh sister~!" a voice said from behind us. I turned my head and saw a man in a black suit, his long black hair up in a crimson ribbon that fell down past his waist. His dark eyes gleamed red, demonic. Veneziano whined next to me "I came when I heard brother had died, aru"
~ViraLayton