Intro-
It is sometime in the near future. A devastating depression on all aspects of human society has the world in its iron grip. All hell breaks loose as men find themselves in an "every man for himself" war for survival. Countries, their people, cities, neighbors, friends, friends, and families turn against each other in order to survive. The basic government and country system remains intact, but for how long is a depressing mystery. An almost tangible fog of doom has settled upon the world…
Chapter 1: A Pestered and Tired American
The whole entire United States had fallen silent. Every electronic device, every car, and every light had shut off, as if the country itself is holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen. One phone in Washington D.C, however, had been ringing off the hook since 4 A.M. Only one American, with his hand practically glued onto the phone, was there to answer the various calls from the capitals of the countries of the world. Calls of distress from Tokyo, Berlin, Vienna, Paris, Madrid, Beijing, Stockholm, Moscow, Warsaw, Seoul, Canberra, Minsk, Brussels, Ottawa, Havana, Copenhagen, Tallinn, Helsinki, Athens, Budapest, Reykjavik, Rome, Riga, Vaduz, Vilnius, Mexico D.F, Oslo, Bern, Ankara, Kyiv, Hanoi, and even from Pyongyang arrived as the countries of the world scrambled to pull themselves together. Even Alfred was not an exception in this situation. In fact, the former hero was the first to succumb to what had seemed like a simple cold. It turned out to be a full scale depression that erupted in various parts of the world and felling countries like a set of dominoes.
It was now 9:30 A.M. The seemingly incessant stream of calls had only just stopped, and an eerie silence settled over America's office. Tired, Alfred unconsciously rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, which had been growing ever since the pandemonium first started. Something was missing. Somebody important had not called. Was it Russia? No. Ivan had called him around 5:25 A.M, frantically listing the incidents of casualties as his people massacred each other for food. He had grown too big, too tall, and too arrogant, and now he was falling apart, paying the price. In spite of his supposed concern for Ivan, Alfred smirked darkly. Then, was it China? No. Yao had been the very first to call, at 4:00 A.M. sharp, to file an emotional report on the halt in the production lines in his country. Now, there was a problem. If Yao's people ad stopped producing goods…God, Alfred thought, what is going on? He just hoped that the issue, whatever it was, wasn't permanent. He continued to flip the pages of his notepad, perusing the now extensive and illegible notes on the calls from the different countries. Japan? Germany? France? Korea? Alfred even double checked to make sure that Canada was on the list. Alfred groaned in frustration. Who was he forgetting? And that is when the phone rang so conveniently, for the first time in two hours.
*Chapter end notes: Oh gee, I should NOT have been writing this. This story just popped up into my head while analyzing some passages from "A Separate Peace" and studying for the PSATs…Definitely an example of what I should NOT have been doing, but well, here we go. This is a possibly 7 chapter USxUK fanfiction. The actual USxUK stuff doesn't come up until later in the story, since I need to talk about some of my other favorite characters. And the inspiration for this…odd apocalyptic story? It's the scene where Iggy's standing in the rain after Alfred leaves him (revolutionary war). It was such a sad and memorable scene. I'm usually for UKxUS, but the story only works out this way…