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My first fic on here! I've actually never been through an earthquake, only a tornado *shudder* so if I got stuff wrong/weird, please don't flame me. I'm sure the actual damage was a lot worse. ;3; I just read that after earthquakes stuff is usually on fire and trees and pieces of houses are all over the place. lD ALSO, NO OFFENSE TO ARMENIANS D:

It's loud.

It's so loud. My head is pounding. My eyes are shut tightly. I am in a fetal position, trembling, bracing myself for the next blow that the Earth has to give me.

I realize I'm outside. I had run away from my house, in hopes of escaping the falling debris. I must've have managed to get away. The ground has finally stopped shaking. I crack open my left eye.

I immediately regret it.

Everything around me is engulfed in flames. What isn't burning is smoldering black ash, or just rubble that had managed to escape the fire. I let in a sharp intake of air, only to get a mouthful of smoke. I start coughing, but a sharp pain in my side forces me to stop. A shaky breath escapes my mouth as I grab my stomach, squeezing my eyes shut. The pain is excruciating. I feel a warm liquid ooze on to my hand.

I let out another gasp and force myself not to look, ignoring the warmth dripping on to my arm. I'd never remembered a wound being this bad; was it? I don't think it was, but I can't remember anything.

My head is still pounding. I want to grab it, I want to make the pain go away, but the gash in my stomach is too much to bear.

I let out a pained moan. I can hear a baby crying in the distance, and the crackling of fire.

Footsteps.

What?

Hesitating, I open my eyes again.

"Get up."

The voice comes from behind me.

I try to mutter a retort, but all I can let out is a groan.

The person walks out in front of me.

I stare at their feet. Dark brown boots. What an awful, old fashion statement. Surely they could've chosen something newer.

They crouch down so their face is eye level with mine. If I could, I would've leapt backwards out of surprise.

"G-greece?" I stutter, bewildered. It was him, alright, messy brown hair and all. My face fires up; I looked so defenseless. It was embarrassing to be seen like this by him. I attempt to cover my face, looking away. I was just glad I still had my mask on, despite the horrid state of my clothes.

He just blinks at me, and helps me sit up. I wince at the pain in my side as he does so, but I realize he's treating me gingerly, not roughly like in our usual fights.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

He frowns. "An earthquake hit you…" he starts. "So I came to help…" he said, trailing off. He's wearing a coat, which isn't as hideous as his shoes, but it still isn't okay. But considering the state of my tunic, he was wearing the clothes of a king.

I smirk a little, at the irony of my thoughts and at him.

His expression turns defensive. "It's not like I care about you or anything!" he says. "I'm just helping you out to make up the time you aided me after WW2!"

I nod, but the smirk stays on my face. He glares at me, and retrieves a roll of gauze from his coat pocket, bandaging my side.

He pulls out some tape and sticks it on the end of the gauze. "All done." He says, avoiding my gaze.

"So, kid." I say to him. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He says, and looks me straight in the eye.

I stare at him. His gaze is intense. I look in his eyes. They were green. Green, like grass.

"Look, old man." He says. "No one, and I mean no one, not god, not those stupid terrorists, not those stupid Armenians..."

I nod.

"…hurts you except for me. Let's go, we have a lot of rebuilding to do. Also, we need to get you to a hospital, that gauze won't last for long." He stands up, and holds out his hand

I smile.

YAY FOR OOC-NESS YAY! lD

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