Chapter 1: Chaos

America bursts into the meeting room. His hair is windswept, clothes…wrinkled and slept in, glasses just barely on his nose. a silver box weighs his arms down.

"Sorry I'm…late." He pants

"Just take a seat and stop interrupting you bloody git!" England scowls at him from across the table. America walks over and sits next to Russia, setting the box down carefully. He taps his fingers quietly while England prattles on about something he doesn't care about. Russia lightly grabs his hand to still it. America grins at his lover, squeezing his hand affectionately.

"Russia!" England yells. (For the 5th time no less)

"Da?"

"Its your turn to speak." Russia stands to address the countries.

"спасибо Англия. As you all know I have signed the nuclear disarmament treaty with America. My government and I have decided that since we will no longer need nuclear bombs we should also clean up the nuclear waste. We have requested the assistance of America and China, who have graciously agreed to help. That is all I have to report." Russia sits down and America immediately stands up.

"Other than helping Russia, me and my scientists have created…This!" He pulls the top off the box off to show a mass of whirligigs and apparatus.

"What the hell is that?" England asks.

"It's a time viewer! It lets you see any time in the past! We're still working on seeing the future, but we'll get it eventually!" He crosses his arms in a smug gesture. The room remains silent for a moment before the countries burst into laughter.

"Be realistic, America!" Germany snorts. "Time isn't something you can harness with a machine. Its an unstudied science!"

"I agree with Germany. That's just ludicrous!"

"Sounds like something from one of your sci-fi movies!"

"It works I tell you!" America slams his fist onto the table, a large crack resounding through the room. The laughing dies down as America starts pushing buttons on the side of the contraption. Electricity jumps between the pieces of metal. The table shakes as a picture starts to form. Canada dives under the table with a squeak. England stands up and walks to the door.

"I'm going to the loo. Tell me if it actually works." He walks out, slamming the door behind him The machine flickers and starts to rattle.

"Alfred." Russia whispers to America. "What was the date you put into the machine?"

"One of Iggy's pirate-" His sentence is cut off by a loud bang. Sparks shoot from the viewer. Flames sprout from the top of the machine.

"Take cover!" Switzerland shouts. The thing explodes in a mass of swirling fire. The countries are thrown backwards in a fountain of red. Shrapnel flies across the room, mercilessly cutting into anything and everything. The table collapses in on itself. Canada pushes a chunk of the table off him and climbs out to see the room slowly return to its original state.

"Is everyone okay?" He calls into the space of slow moving junk. He stands up and clutches his arm in pain. "Hello?" The room finally rights itself and he almost screams. A minute ago there were at least a hundred people. Now it was devoid of life, excluding the very dumbfounded Canada. Panicked, he flees from the room, flying past people and running straight into England. He falls backwards onto his butt, tears pricking his eyes.

"What's wrong, Canada? If France tried anything I'll kill him!" He pulls the sobbing Canada to his feet.

"There gone!" He wails. "All of them are gone!"

Such a short beginning. And it looked a lot better when I envisioned it. Oh well! Hope you like it!

Critique is needed! CRITIQUE OR I EAT CHU! THAT IS A PROMISE!