Chapter 1
Slowly, a blond man with a persistent hair pointing upward like an antennae, opened his eyes after he felt a gentle zephyr caressed his cheeks. He stretched his arms and shook his head from side to side, scrutinizing the unknown place he is right now. The man seemed to fall asleep under this white oak tree.
Having no idea where he is and how come he ended up to sleep under the oak tree, he stood up and was surprised when he saw a vast blanket of flowers spreading throughout the field. Feeling delighted, he run heading towards the field and stopped when he managed to get himself in the center. He doesn't know why but he felt happy and nostalgic. He can't help but grin to witness this mother earth's beauty.
But after few moments of revitalization, he noticed something is wrong happening to the flowers which stunned the country afterwards. The attractive colors of every single flowers fade, the azuline sky and the free floating clouds suddenly turned into a dread black, which only gives agitation to the man. Nervousness and fear surged inside him, slowly his feet dragging him out of the field.
The next moment he realized that all the flowers were tainted with crimson color, making the entire field into bloody red. The countries expression turned grimed, shivers struck him, until he heard a voice coming from nowhere.
"I will never forgive you"
America dilated his eyes in horror, subconsciously raised his body from his comfy bed. He panted before he could calm himself and soon realized that he was in his bedroom. The bottle of cola, McDonald's hamburger wrappers crumpled in ball on his desk, and the video game he borrowed from Japan was on his beside table. This scenery made him to sigh in relief. He is in his own room.
America glanced to his alarm clock. It was still 6 a.m. in the morning. He groaned in indignation as he ruffled his hair with his hand. It was Saturday morning and it was a great opportunity to sleep longer than the usual busy days he had for the past few months. He finally got a day for him to rest and enjoy his sleep to release his stress from all the paper works and orders from his boss but because of the stupid nightmare, it forced him to be awake. It ruined his day off.
Sighing again, he flop his back onto his bed, folding his arms and placing his hands underneath his head. "What was that dream all about?" America contemplated. It was rare for him to see nightmares. Usually, he dreams of becoming the super hero of the world, or having fantasy powers like in the typical games, but this time it was different. The dream was like symbolic. Not just that but he felt he saw those flowers in the field before. Somewhere in his memory told him though he can't remember its specific name.
Shrugging his shoulder after giving up what his dream all about, he slid his legs out from his bed and decided to eat his breakfast for he knew that he can't fall asleep. He took the crumpled wrappers and the empty bottles with him and went downstairs. Along the way, he sneezed twice as chill was felt all over his body.
As he reached downstairs, America went straight to the kitchen, threw the wrappers and placed the empty bottle on the tall table. He then pulled the sprouted tissue paper from the box and blew his nose. "Geez, it's been centuries to get colds. Result of overwork perhaps" he said to himself. He threw the used tissue paper in the trash bin and decided to make breakfast for himself. Of course, his breakfast will be bacon with eggs with an ice cream for his dessert.
"""""
Canada was watching the news with his immortal cute friend, Kumajirou as they were drinking the milk tea that Canada prepared. "The news always surprises me, Kumakajirou-kun. It's almost all about nuclear stuff, refugee crisis, and military weapons again. Can't the news sometimes show the greatest deed that people did? Like something heroic?" He complained with his usual soft voice.
The white bear cocked his head as he glance up to his companion. "Who?" He asked.
Canada gave him awkward smile and replied. "I'm Canada." The bear did an 'oh' look to his face and nodded. "People are scary" Canada chuckled with his comment. "I agree with you."
Suddenly, the duo heard a knock from their entrance door. Wondering who might that be, Canada passed by the foyer and grabbed the door knob.
When he opened the door, he was surprised that America was standing before him. "America, what a surprise" he said. "Hi, Canada" then the American sneezed and rubbed his nose. "I don't know why but my sneeze won't stop" and did another sneeze again. America then brought out his tissue that he kept inside his pocket. Did Canada hear him right? America can't stop sneezing? But this kid doesn't get colds and that is very, very rare. He soon noticed that America had scarf wrapping around his neck and wears long sleeves to keep him warm. This fashion too, was unusual for his brother to wear.
"My, that's sounds bad for you and me. Come in, I'll make you some warm honey and lemon tea. It will keep your body warm and it helps to lubricate the mucous membrane of your throat. "Canada said kindly as he open the door widely for his brother, beckoning him to enter.
"Geez, thanks Canada" America thanked followed by another sneeze again.
"""""
"Achoo!" America sneezed for the seventh time after he entered Canada's house. He was wrapped with the comfy blankets that Canada lends it to him while Kumajirou jerked with the sudden sneeze of the American.
Reading what situation America is, the bear immediately reached out for a tissue and gave it to him for the seventh time.
"You okay?" He asked in monotone. America took the tissue and after he blew his nose, he nodded. "Still bearable."
"Who?"
"I'm America, haha" then sneezed again.
Soon, the two heard the footsteps from behind. "Here's your honey and lemon tea, America" Canada said, bringing the beverage with a tray and handed out to his brother. "Be careful, it's still hot."
America heeded his words, carefully grasping the mug and took a sip. "It tastes great." He commented and gave his usual big grin. "Thanks!"
"You're welcome" Canada returned his saccharine smile.
Few moments later, they heard a ringtone from America's cellphone. Wondering who the caller might be, the receiver pressed the answer button. "Hello, America, the hero, speaking?"
"America!"
The sudden loud voice made everyone in the room to jerk, causing America to pull his ear away from his cellphone. "F-France, is that you? What happened so sudden?" He asked.
"Something terrible happened here in Europe" France said, seriousness and panic were noticed in his voice.
"What happened?" America asked simultaneously giving a glance to his brother, who was cocking his head, guessing who the caller is. America then pressed the speaker button so that Canada could also listen to their conversation.
"Switzerland went rampage"
"WHAT!" The duo exclaimed in unison, startled. That calm and stern Switzerland went rampage? What made him to act like that?
"Wai- what- why?!" America stammered, still couldn't get over imagining Switzerland going out of control.
"It seems like someone tried to murder his beloved sister, Liechtenstein and she is now in a critical condition. This shocked him and I think his mind went black." France explained from the other side of the phone.
America could see that Canada gasped and covered his mouth. No wonder Switzerland will go rampage.
"For now, he's calmed, thanks to Germany, Prussia, and Austria, they were able to stop his anger. They are now in the hospital where Liechtenstein is being treated, waiting for the result to come."
"Who is the suspect?" America inquired eager to know the truth.
"We still don't know. We also don't have any clue about that. But the most abstruse part that I've heard from them was the wound."
"The wound?" The brothers exchange perplexed look to each other. "What's wrong with her wound?"
"It seems like she was bitten on her neck." Those words gave a click of idea to the brothers and it's the first mythological being they could think of. But no way has that actually existed.
"Hey, hey, France, don't tell me that a vampire or something might bit her neck" America said, slight quivered were filled in his voice. He's not that immune when it comes to supernatural and mythological stuffs unlike England.
"I don't know but it was like a bite from a vampire... but anyway we don't know the details yet so we can't just jump to a conclusion like that. I just wanted to inform that we will be having an urgent meeting tomorrow, 8:00 a.m. in Switzerland's place, and of course we will follow his time zone. Please also tell this information to Canada too. I have to inform Russia next" France said.
"He was listening to the whole story with me so don't worry." America replied. "We got it, France. Thanks for your big news."
"Oh, that was convenient for you. Anyway, I'll end the call here, au revoir." Then he hanged his phone. America kept his phone back to his pocket and sighed. "That was really big and surprising news." He said while leaning his back and head to the sofa. Canada nodded in agreement. "Why did that person even attacked Liechtenstein? No wonder Switzerland will turn into a madman."
"We should prepare ourselves for tomorrow. I think everybody is curious right now."