Wow. I don't know where this idea even came from. I was just thinking of role-play plot ideas and this idea popped into my head. I know they're just representations of their countries, or nations, but I can't help but view them at individual people. I'm trying to have that view on them like everyone else, so the characters might be a bit OOC. I will try my best to keep them in character!~

This story skips from one character to the next. So, try and keep up!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did I'd be rich. But, I'm not. ;A; *Sobs violently in corner*

-China-

The eldest country representative was hunched over on his mattress with his head in his hands. He felt awful. He wasn't sick like the rest. Well, not yet. He knew it was only a matter of time. He skipped any World Conferences that had been scheduled. If you left your home it was almost as if you had a death wish. This disease wasn't like the rest his people have dealt with. Death is not the only result, but insanity is. The horrid stench of flames still remained within his sense of smell. It was just there… mocking him… He could hear the chaos from inside. He yearned to help, but there were no authorities anymore and he was only one person. What could he possibly do?

Huffing a heavy sigh of pure frustration he pinched the bridge of his nose and raised his head watching the long strands of hair cover his face. He didn't bother moving them. He was too focused on the possibility he might actually have to leave his safe hold. He didn't want to, but he needed to find another person who wasn't infected. Someone whom he could discuss plans with. They couldn't just sit back and do nothing. Grasping the thin fabric covering his chest he felt the pain sear through him. It hurt…. He felt his very being wither little by little. Sooner or later he might even cease to exist.

He wanted to cry. That's all he wanted to do. But, crying wouldn't help his people now. He simply had to accept his burden and move on. His burden? His only burden is what he represents. It was too much for one body. But, he had to deal with it. Redirecting his attention to the expertly weaved basket upon the low table top he debated whether he should part from his home. He needed to find someone, and fast.

Lately, he hasn't been his peppy or cheerful self. He was depressed and often caught sobbing. This was definitely not the China from before this disaster. He was different now. Dark circles dipped beneath his dull chestnut stained eyes.

Springing up from where he was seated he grasped a single sling that was connected to the basket that often carried his small panda companion. Freezing in his place he narrowed his eyes down to the helpless animal. He couldn't bring him. He could get infected easily out there. He was safer here…

Kneeling down he watched the creature approach him and give a small whine. "I'm sorry-aru." He apologized giving the black and white cub a pat on the head. "But, it is too dangerous." He told him forcing a small, content smile across his face. His words only resulted in the animal releasing a high pitched squeak. Placing his index finger over his lips in a polite gesture of shushing his friend he shook his head gently. "I'm sorry." he repeated. "Stay here. Okay-aru?" He ordered fighting to keep his voice… decent, and not stuttering. He was- honestly- horrified of parting from his home. But, ya gotta do what you gotta do.

Lifting his body up he straightened his posture and unraveling the slender muscles placed over the his anatomy. Carrying the make-shift backpack he hurriedly stuffed it with treats and supplies he might require on his journey. He doesn't expect to return tonight, or even tomorrow….

Turning away from the main living areas poorly separated within his home he placed a single hand over the door leading to the outside hell. Drawing in a breath he brought back the door a bit with a small creak. Slipping through the first smell that hit him was fowl, and he unfortunately recognized it as blood… That ghostly scarlet liquid. His face crinkled up at the abrupt stench. He felt nauseous, and he wanted to throw up at it. But, he continued on down the path leading to and away from his home. Everything seemed okay, so far..

His pace quickened at the sounds of screeching in the distance. It snapped through the air and sent a shiver down his spine. He forced himself on then debating who he would find first. Maybe Japan- No, Japan maybe not even want to see him.. But, did the past really matter now? What if he was sick too, and he needed help? This was what forced him into a running speed. He felt the tainted air smash against his skin as he parted from his owned land.

It was not too long until the country huffed and his speed lessened. He was getting too old for this. He may not look like it, but he was estimated to be 4000 or 5000 years old! His stamina isn't the best anymore. But, he pushed forward planning out his routes. He remembered the shortest way to locate Japan. This was before that horrible day though… He hoped it'd still work.

The sun was setting, and he still wasn't even half way there! That was when he realized he might have to camp out somewhere. Somewhere away from civilization though. Somewhere safe…. That was when the thought came to him. Maybe he could rest up in a tree if he could find a sturdy branch to hold him for that long. For now, he traveled until it was just before dark. He needed to get as far as he could for now. But, feeling his energy leave him so quickly made him decide against that. "Aiya… I'm too old for this." He breathed pausing to hold his back and straighten it out. As he shifted his position to crack his back his eyes traveled up locating the perfect branch that he could sleep on during the night. A smile crept across his face as he attempted to climb the tree, but ended up slipping back down. "Damn it." He cursed the veins in his head pulsing as he repeated the process until his fingers finally clasped around a lower branch. He used his muscles to pull himself up and weave through the branches his old senses and moves returning to him. It has been quite a while since he has climbed trees. He paused standing upon a branch with the memories flashing before him. "Wow.. Time goes by fast-aru.." He mumbled. That last time he climbed a tree was when he was considered a brotherly figure. Shaking away the long lost memories he continued his goal and accomplished it within a matter of second. Fixing himself he leaned his back against the trunk of the tree and stretched out his sore legs in front of him.

Something felt… off. This wasn't related to the sickness, but.. it was something else.. He felt watched. Pushing his torso forward to peek around the heavy bark oft he tree he felt a large arm wrap around his neck and pull back. His jaw snapped open to release a surprised yelp, but a hand covered his mouth. He felt the breath of someone approach his ear, and that was when the veins in his head continued the annoyed pulsing. "You called, da?~" That familiar voice echoed lightly throughout the sickened air.

The only response he got was angry, and muffled screaming. Removing his hand the Chinese man threw his head around to come face to face with the familiar representative. "What the hell are you doing here-aru?" He snarled still rather furious with the surprise attack. He saw Russia's silhouette perched upon a branch just below the one China found.

"Same as you." He answered simply with a loose shrug. "I was looking for someone." He finished that usual ghostly smile across his face.

Eyeing the man suspiciously China huffed a small sigh and relaxed his sore muscles. "You are hurt by disease too-aru?" He asked narrowing his eyes to his hands in his lap.

"Who isn't?" Russia admitted leaning back and relaxing on his own branch. That was when silence invaded the area. To be honest, they didn't know what to says anymore. But, what China couldn't get was how the Russian man could still even smile. It hurt him to smile. "So, where are you going?" Russia abruptly asked breaking the silence and dragging China away from his repeating thoughts.

"I was looking for Japan." He admitted figuring Russia would find out anyway. Everyone was aware of the history he and Japan shared, and he was often questioned about it. But, the questioning stopped after a few hundred years.

"I see." Were the only words that left the heavier man's lips. "Shall we look together?" He offered politely.

China was rather taken aback by the offer. Why would he even want to go with him? Wasn't there anyone else he'd rather be with now? "How did you find me, anyway-aru?" He felt his thoughts slip from his tongue.

There was no change in expression from the Russian. He only responded to the question obediently. "Like I said, I was looking for someone who was not sick."

Makes sense, though. Out of everyone on this side of the world he knew China the best, probably. "What about your sisters?" China asked. He couldn't help it anymore. He couldn't keep his thoughts and curiosity inside. He had no strength for that, or room. The only remaining strength he had was not used for containing thoughts, but for staying alive in these times.

After a moment's silence he responded fighting to keep his voice steady and casual. "They are sick."

That struck grief to China. He understood what it's like to have those close to you sick. He was not only considering his people, but his little siblings who were now full grown. Hong Kong is sick, as well as South Korea. Anyone else he tried to contact would not answer, and all means of transportation are put down. So, crossing the ocean was tough unless you had your own means of transportation. "Oh, I am sorry- aru.." He apologized to him.

"It is fine. They are strong." Russia spoke with such confidence. How was he this strong? Was his country affected as much as China, or was Russia just that strong? "So, do you have any food?" He finally asked.

"What? You mean you came out on a journey without food-aru?!" China practically yelled his brows furrowing together in pure frustration. What kind of imbecile does that? This is almost as stupid as the time he jumped out of a plane without his parachute!

"Da~" He answered almost as if it was a simple question.

Giving in to the man China removed the basket from his back and shuffled through it for food he thought Russia would enjoy. "I don't have much, but here." He told him tossing a neatly sliced piece of bread to him.

Nodding his thanks to the Chinese man he spoke after a few bites and he stomach felt less… hollow. "I can take watch while you sleep." he offered.

"Are you sure-aru?" China asked resulting in a simple bop of Russia's head in a second nod. Once he was sure he could not fight back against the decision he made himself comfortable and shut his eyes. Although, he remained in a light state of slumber…. This was to avoid any lurking nightmares...

Yah, I know… No action yet. It should be coming up! The beginning probably wasn't too amusing, but trust me.. this will get better!~
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