England's Lost Memories
Chapter 1: Wounded
Ambassadors and main leaders of counties would all gather under one roof to discuss important situations throughout the world, something the nations themselves could only listen to. Their jobs today, guard their leaders, protect them, watch out for anyone trying to mess it up. Security was tight, especially after receiving a threatening letter, the meeting had to go on though, no matter what.
Germany, England (standing for the entire UK), America, Japan, China, America, Canada, Italy, France, Russia, Spain, Switzerland, and Hungry were the major ones involved, other nations that were there handled other jobs. Those major nations were with tight security. Russia, China, Japan, and Spain would handle the four doors to the buildings. Germany would be in charge. Italy and Romano would watch the vents, aka crawl, because they couldn't handle any other job. Switzerland, England, and France handled walking around keeping watch. America stuck around with Germany inside the area the meeting was going. Canada, though no one knew him, had an important job, sniper. They used his skills to watch the country leaders with known issues, plots and such to attack other nations. If anything happen, he could quickly solve it.
"Is everyone good so far?" Germany asked though the walky-talky he had to connect with the others.
"Da." Russia came in.
"Good here." England said.
"I'm all set." Canada said still carefully looking around in his high hideout spot.
"Good. Italy? What about you?" Germany asked.
"Veh~ I got stuck but I'm good now~ I found a mouse~" Italy said.
"Italy! Don't touch it!" Germany yelled.
"I won't! Romano didn't let me anyway…" Italy said in a whimper.
"Good. Keep going. Over and out." Germany put his walky-talky into his pocket and looked toward America. "It's going smooth so far."
"Yeah. You don't think something will happen… right?" America said with a shaky voice.
"Huh? What's with you? Nervous?"
"That letter freaked me out." America admitted. "I just don't want anything bad to happen."
"Well you're being quite serious today huh?"
"Like I said, I'm a little nervous."
"Oh I see." Germany said. They continued looking around as people talked, whispered, mocked, and stared around. Germany watched carefully toward some people reaching into their pockets. This went on for another hour.
The two leaned against the wall still watching the meeting, America was yawning for the past half hour and now was falling asleep until Germany hit his arm. "Get up."
"Oww. I'm sorry, I'm really tired." America rubbed his arm.
"Well you don't fall asleep here. Now pay attention." Germany said. He started to say something else but he was interrupted by a call.
"Germany! I just saw someone sneak out, he wasn't involved with the meeting though, just a stranger." He heard Canada say.
"You sure? Are you completely positive? I don't want to start off a panic yes?" Germany said back.
"I'm 110% sure Germany. He came in, sat down, and left 10 minutes later."
"Okay fine." Germany said and started to contact the others. "Did you all hear that?"
"Hai we heard." Japan came in.
"He went out door four of the room." Canada said.
"I'm right by there hold on." England said.
"Britain if you see him, you have all right to take action got it?" Germany said.
"Got it." England said.
"Everyone else be on the look out." Germany said. "America. You go too, out door four now."
"Yes sir." America said sarcastically before going that direction. He ran out of the door to search out, figured they could find the guy going in and out through the door, but there was no sigh. America looked around more, nothing, some people walking around, but they were high ups, nothing wrong with them. He looked more then he saw it, the door to the storage area was just about to close, he could only hope that way the way. America made the rash decision and ran through the door, getting ready to take his gun out if he needed it.
This area was huge, doors after doors, he followed through whatever one just closed, listening and watching was his best bet. He ran in through the power part of the building, machines running just to keep the place lit, that's where he got lost. He looked around but nothing, he couldn't spot anything. Suddenly, a gun shot went off.
America jumped then ran toward the sound. He finally took his gun out of his pocket as he went toward the sound. He looked in and saw a smaller door leading to the basement. He went down and looked around, pointing is gun at every turn, there were too many things blocking his way. So caught up in the focus, he didn't see a wire across the ground and tripped, falling to his knees and dropping the gun. Before doing anything he stayed down and reached for his gun first. That's when he heard it, that's when he saw it.
He could hear the sound of someone's fist into the bone of another, and he jumped when he heard England go "ugh" after. America looked up from behind the pile of junk, England! He carefully moved over to a move open part of the pile, peeking out to see what was going on. If there was one thing he learned during all the war, it's you be careful and be quiet if you saw something.
He watched as England struggled with another man, a man in a hoodie, he couldn't see the guy's face. The guy punched into England's stomach, pushed him back, then kicked him before he could even get balance. I should attack, America thought. But if I wait, I can get him from behind. America gritted his teeth with his hard decsion and waited for the man to turn around so he couldn't see America attacking. Sadly, that did not happen.
England had already lost his gun on the floor, only using pure hand-to-hand combat to defend himself. He tried, he really did, he put up a good fight for what America thought must have been a few minutes. It was getting hard now though. The man kept delivering hits that England couldn't block, he kept going so he couldn't throw any back too, dirty fighting. Finally, the man saw his chance to get him down. He ran forward into England and kicked into his stomach, sending him backwards to the ground.
England fell to his side and quickly tried to get up, keeping his eyes on the man attacking. He tried getting up from his side, his head facing the man though, but it failed, the man aimed something at his head and, Bam!
America heard a gun shot go off, he had looked away for one second because he heard someone coming, but no one came anyway. He quickly turned his attention back. England laid on the floor now, not moving at all, the man holding a gun out towards him. America gapshed and covered his mouth so he wouldn't shout out. Thinking the man heard him, he quickly hid behind the pile of junk he was by, still covering his mouth.
He heard something drop to the floor, then the patter of foot steps running out. America sat there and listened until the footsteps were gone, he was actually afraid to move at that one moment. Finally, he did. He moved back out and looked for England, the Brit still hadn't moved. America stumbled to stand up and quickly ran over to him. "England!" He called. The Brit said on his side without a single movement. America's eyes widen with the sight of something under him, blood.
He quickly got down and turned England over to his back, his eyes widen more.
One single shot to his forehead, blood leaked down his face already. His emerald eyes were still open, now they were dull. His bright blonde hair now being soaked in the crimson liquid. "E-England." America stuttered with a shaky voice. England was dead, he must be dead already. America moved his hand and touched the side of England's face with it, he was already cold. He moved his hand down his cheek and down his neck to the Brit's chest. He was still alive, his heart was still beating, he was still alive! America reacted fast now that he knew England was still there. He quickly got out his walky-talky to contact anyone. "Guys help! Medical help now! England's been hurt very bad! I'm in the basement!" No answer. "Guys! England needs help please!" Still nothing. "Guys! Germany! France! Canada! Anyone! ?" Still nothing, America panicked.
He looked toward England. "England if you can hear me, please just hang on!" He couldn't look at the Brit's dull eyes, he just couldn't. He went back to the walky-talky. "Anyone! ? Please help!" He cried.
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Thank you for reading~
I do not own the characters used in this, nor do I own the anime they come from.
So this is a little weird huh? I didn't know how to start it off….Meh. Lil dramatic….
So, does England make it? (Well in the description…) Yes I know what it said but I like to leave a cliff hanger _ *Next chapter soon~*