Welp, here we go again. This is just something I whipped up randomly when I was bored. If it doesn't fly, well…I guess it falls, lol
The once lively conference room which had seen many years of conflict and light laughter was now silent. The state of the world was in peril and as such, the countries of the world felt it too. The end was coming; they had seen it with their own eyes. As the countries of the world despaired over what to do, they kept thinking the same thing: What had gone wrong?
Everything seemed normal. There were no wars. No disputes between themselves. The world was finally on its way to a peaceful future.
But then they appeared.
Where they came from was anyone's guess. England blamed America, America blamed Russia, Russia didn't care who's fault it was as long as the problem got resolved and he could go back to making everyone become one with him. In the end, no one knew anything about them or where they were from or what their purpose was. The united nations of the world knew only one thing: If they didn't do something soon, it would spell the end of them and of the world as they knew it.
Too much blood had been spilt already…
America let out a small sigh as he drew a blank. Thinking was never one of his strong points. He was more of a 'shoot first ask questions later' kind of guy. He didn't plan ahead or think things through, that was England's job. But even Great Britain was at a loss over what to do. America looked up to gaze at the once mighty nation.
England's clothes were torn, stained with blood, some his own. He sat against a back wall mumbling to himself. His face was contorted with a mass of emotions: sadness, anger, despair. The British gentleman sat alone which was understandable. Anyone who had just recently lost a long time friend and rival would wish to be by themselves. He had known France for as long as he could remember. He had always hoped that the bloody oaf would keel over and disappear one day. But now that he was gone…
America shook his head sadly. He too missed the Frenchman. But as bad as they had it, Italy had suffered the worst fate.
The Italian wasn't as beat up as England but he still carried the scars of battle. Italy sat next to his friend, Germany, by the far window, weeping into the German's shoulder. England may have lost a friend, but Italy had lost a part of himself that could not be replaced. Romano Vargas was gone and he was never coming back.
Germany patted his friend on the shoulder consolingly. He too had lost a brother though he didn't know if he was gone for good. He hadn't heard from the Prussian since the whole thing had started. Germany glanced up at Japan who was gazing out the window intently.
Japan's once white uniform was covered in blood and he held his katana in a death grip. Apparently whatever had happened to the country wasn't pleasant. All Germany knew was Japan and China had set out for the World Summit together, but only one had arrived…
Even Russia had been affected by the world's recent events. His sisters, his subordinates, all had fallen leaving the mighty Russian alone in the world. The only ones he could rely on now were the five countries left in the room: America, England, Japan, Italy and Germany.
All this suffering and loss was because of them. They were the reason for all this death. It was all their fault.
America clenched his fists angrily. This was not the way things were supposed to happen. He was the Hero, dammit! Heroes weren't supposed to run and hide when the bad guy appeared. Heroes were supposed to fight for justice! For Freedom! Heroes were supposed to protect their citizens. To triumphant against evil!
America stood up, breaking the silence, "Come on, guys! Lets go kick their asses!"
England sighed tiredly, "Sit down, America."
"But-"
"I don't want your annoying voice to be the last thing I hear before I die…"
Japan sent a quick glare toward the brit. "This fight is not over. You should not resign yourself to death so quickly."
England returned the glare saying, "How can I not? You've seen what its like out there. You shoot one, it gets back up again. You kill one, ten more take its place. Not with all the power of the British Empire could you repress this threat. It is folly!"
"Folly or no, we must try."
"Japan is right." Germany shifted his gaze to look at England. "We have to at least try. If we don't fight back, who will? There is no one left."
Italy whimpered slightly as Germany said that. There was no one left. Grandpa Rome, Romano, big brother France… All had fallen to this new threat.
"I for one refuse to go down without first putting up a fight," said Russia. "Those flesh eating monsters took from me that which is most important. I will not go down without a fight."
America smiled, "For once I agree… Come on, guys! If we work together we can do this!"
"And exactly how do you plan on getting rid of them?" asked England as he stood up. "There are far too many for just we six to handle."
The room got silent again as they thought of an answer.
How could they get rid of them? There were far to many for normal extermination tactics and you couldn't just kill them normally. The countries also faced the problem of supplies. They were dangerously low on ammunition and food rations. If the creatures didn't get them, starvation would.
"I'm sure we can think of something," said America. Though he said it with a smile, his confidence was lost. "We can still win this, right?"
England faced him sadly. "How can you hope to achieve victory when we've lost so much?"
I suppose that's it for chap one. Srry its so short but yeah. Think of it like this: If ya want moar chap, give me moar review. The completion of this fic is entirely up to you, dear readers.