So I'm starting a new story here! Rated T for violence and mild swearing! I finally decided to post it after debating...I wrote this a little while ago ^^ This is a multiple POV Hetalia Alt Universe story~
Preface
The creature dug its claws into the soft flesh. It kneaded the flesh like a cat, tearing it into a gooey red pulp. Once the body was pleasantly mangled, it dipped its head and began to eat. It was completely unaware of a man standing just ten feet away, hiding behind a tree. The man was covered in mud; it dripped down in globs onto the forest floor. He was observing the creature, pleased with his creation. The man watched the creature use its sharp teeth to bite into the neck and tear the head clean off into its mouth. The man smiled. "Good." He said, his voice masked by the sound of bones crunching. "Very good."
The Beginning
China walked into the living room, brushing his hair away from his face. "Aiya…" He sighed heavily, collapsing into a chair. Sunlight filtered through the blinds and the pleasant scent of rice wafted through the entire house. China sighed again and tried to relax. He looked up and offered a weak smile to Japan, who was sitting in the chair across from him. Japan gave a small smile back.
"Long day?" Japan asked, his eyes flicking down to China's feet. China looked down. His shoes were still on. Taking them off, China nodded.
"Yeah. Politics are so confusing nowadays. Back when I was younger, it was dominate everything and you were the best. Now it's all about democracy-aru and whatnot…" China said. The only reason he was explaining this to Japan was because he would understand.
"Yes, I know what you mean." Japan said politely. "I heard you were having some economic troubles, so I brought some food to cheer you up." He pulled out a bag full of various goodies. Steamed mochi, rice balls, curry, sushi rolls, and pickled plums were all inside. In a separate container there was Sakura mochi ice cream.
"Oh! Xiexie, Japan!" China said as he took the box from him. The food didn't particularly go well with each other; sushi rolls and curry would never mix no matter which way you looked at it, but China was grateful for the gift anyway.
"I wasn't sure what kind of food you'd like, so I gave you some of my favorite foods…." Japan said, looking a little sheepish. China set down the box on the table and crouched, Japanese style, on the floor. Smiling, he pulled some chopsticks out of the box. He handed a pair to Japan, and then broke apart his own.
"T-tabemono-aru ni kansha suru-aru." He said with a bow. Then he looked at Japan, who was also sitting on the floor. "Did I get that right?" China asked eagerly. Japan flinched a little.
"Ah, more or less." Japan said, flinching a little. Japan bowed. The two then dug into their food. Admittedly, it wasn't as delicious as China's food, but it was still good. It was even better because Japan was eating with him, something he was usually so reluctant to do. They ate for about fifteen minutes before stopping, full.
"That was good. Xiexie." China said. There was still a lot of food left in the box. "I'll be right back." China said, picking up the leftovers and walking into the kitchen. China opened the fridge and stared inside. There was absolutely no room left. Crabs, noodles, white rice, and other foods were piled up inside. Dismayed, China walked back into the living room. He set the food on the table. "There isn't any room in the fridge." He informed Japan.
"Oh dear." Japan said. China stared at the leftovers. He didn't want to throw them away, but there wasn't any room left in the fridge, and if he left them out they would surely become spoiled. "Well, I can…" Japan started. He was cut off by the sound of the door crashing against the wall. China groaned as the echo of footsteps pattered in the hallway.
"Aniki!" A painfully familiar voice shrieked. A second later, Korea's face popped up in the doorway. Korea, enthusiastic as usual, dashed over to the table and sat down by China. China inched away and attempted to hide his dismay.
"Korea, how…nice to see you!" China's greeting was forced, though he tried not to make it sound as such. Korea's grin stretched across his whole face.
"Aniki!" Korea repeated. "It's awesome to see you too!" For an awful moment, China feared Korea was going to try and hug him. But then Korea saw the food on the table and was immediately distracted. "Ooh, did you make this?" He asked.
"No. That was Japan's." China said humbly.
"Your food is the best." Korea said, still staring at China. He didn't even acknowledge Japan, who was sitting with a mild look of displeasure on his face.
"Thank you-aru." China said, with an apologetic glance at Japan. Japan shrugged slightly, indicating he didn't really mind. "So Korea…would you like this food? I don't have anywhere to store it-aru and it would just – "
"Really? I can have it?! Yay!" Korea began eating before China even managed to finish his sentence. "I still think your food is the best, Aniki." Korea said with his mouth full of curry and mochi. The food was finished within a matter of seconds.
"W-was it good?" Japan asked apparently finally deciding to speak up.
"Yeah. It wasn't too bad." And for Korea that was a compliment. "Oh! Did you hear about that new car that came out? The new one? I invented that!"
"The super-ultra-hybrid-energy-saving car? I think…um… my apologies, but I was the one who invented that – " Japan said weakly. Korea ignored him once more and instead went off on a rant on how amazing 'his' car was.
"It's got a bunch of cool new features. Like, it has a point five engine, fire power, it runs on water, and you can't forget about the neat seats that go down when you say down, and it's got a built in kitten, a bunch of different air fresheners…" Korea would have continued talking until it drove them all insane, but a huge booming sound cut him off. It was a loud echo, almost like an explosion, and it hurt China's ears. The floor rumbled and shook, and pots that were on China's shelves crashed to the ground.
"Aiya!" China cried, covering his ears. "What is that awful noise?" As he spoke, the noise stopped for a moment, before resuming with intense force. China closed his eyes and curled up into a ball, waiting for the noise to end. Minutes passed, and the explosive noises finally died down. China tentatively lifted his head. "Is it over?"
"I think so." Japan spoke quietly, as though talking loud would some how insinuate the noises to start up again. Korea was shaking and staring at China with wide eyes. China blinked, smiled reassuringly at Korea, and sighed in relief.
"I see. That's good." He said, standing up. His legs felt like wobbly soba noodles. China instantly regretted his words once he looked around. The house was ruined. His shelves and furniture lay in piles on the floor, cracks covered the walls, and as he glanced up, a huge piece of ceiling crashed onto the table. They all leapt back in alarm. "W-what?" China stammered in disbelief. They looked outside, only to find that the outside was even worse. The ground was covered in holes, the sky was an odd, greenish gray color. In the distance, China watched in horror as fire spread from building to building. The screams of his people resonated in his ears.
"Oh no…" Japan said. Korea nodded with a worried look on his face.
"Was that an earthquake?" Korea asked. Japan shook his head.
"No, I don't think so." He said slowly. "It seems like something else. I mean, it could have been an earthquake, but my country has them a lot, and this seems different."
"How so?" China asked. It certainly felt like an earthquake.
"I…well, it just seems…different." Japan struggled to find the words he needed. "Look at the sky, for instance. Why is it that strange color? And look at the buildings. Yes, while they are damaged, many of them are still standing. Comparing the loud noises and the shaking…there should have been a lot more damage then this. It simply doesn't add up. And then…haven't you two felt it? That strange feeling?" Japan asked. China was quiet, listening, but at these words he realized he did notice an odd feeling. It was nausea, combined with a strange sense of extreme foreboding.
"Yes." China said. He still felt unconvinced, though. "I still think it was an earthquake-aru. I mean, what else could it be?" Neither of the other two countries replied. They stood in silence, staring at the wreckage. A loud beeping noise jolted all of them out of their thoughts. It was Japan's phone. Flipping it open, Japan read his text message. His eyes widened and he showed it to China and Korea. The message was from Germany.
JAPAN. R U OK?
"And?" China asked, though his feelings of worry increased.
"The message was hastily typed. If you knew Germany as well as I do, you'd know that he uses correct spelling and punctuation…not this texting lingo-mumble jumble." Japan said. "Something has happened."
"Well? Send him a reply!" Korea sounded anxious. Japan nodded and typed up a reply.
Yes. I am fine. What has happened?
The response came back seconds later.
Not sure, exactly. Some kind of earthquake? A big one. Seems like something else, though.
"All the way in Germany, though?" Japan asked out loud. He quickly typed back:
That's strange. The same thing happened here In China as well. Are you alright?
They all waited for a few minutes. When no reply came, China decided to speak. "Something really is wrong, then." He felt an odd sense of unease. The others nodded.
"So what should we do?" Korea asked in a low voice.
"We…I have to go see just where this has all happened. If it has happened in other countries. It could be worse in other places. I need to go look and see…" Japan trailed off. "I don't mean to leave but…"
"I understand." China said. He looked despairingly at the ruined landscape around him. "I would go with you, but I have to stay and clean up."
"I'll help you, aniki!" Korea said, looking determined. China was lost in thought. If Japan wanted to help the other countries, he would have to get there fast.
"How are you going to travel?" China asked. Korea lit up.
"I came on my motorcycle. You can use that! It's super duper fast!" He said cheerfully.
"T-thank you very much." Japan paled. China realized he was deathly afraid of motorcycles. Japan grabbed his coat and walked over toward the door. "I should be going now." They fell silent. Japan stared at the antique samurai sword lying on the floor. It was a collectable to China, though it was a real, actual Japanese sword. "Can I take this?" Japan asked impulsively.
"Of course." China knew Japan was worried, and he had every right to be. "Good luck." Japan gave a short nod, slipped the sword in his belt, and walked out the door.
First chapter was kinda boring! Sorry! Next up is France's pov! Please review!