~Day 1~
Part 1
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France casually walked towards his car in the parking lot of the temporary meeting place for the world conference. The summit was undergoing renovations, so arrangements to hold a meeting at a hotel in America were made. Most of the nations had spent the night due to jet lag or just the sheer stress of the meeting alone. The meeting, however, resumed as always- loud shouts of America's dumb ideas would be one of the many loudest things as France and England ensued in their usual fist fight, China would attempt to assuaged any tension possible with snacks, Russia would terrorize smaller countries, Germany would wrangle the meeting back to attention with yelling, then the entire operation would presume to fall apart. Again. The whole thing would have seemed stressful, but it was a routine by now. (To Germany's despair.)
He rolled his suitcase to the back of the car and placed it in the trunk, shutting it and then dusting off his hands and his front. He was wearing his usual purple getup- it was only expected that he would want to wear his favorite outfit for his regular fight with Arthur, of course! As he made his way to the front of the car, he was stopped abruptly by a rough hand on his shoulder. Slightly startled, he spun around- only to realize it was Prussia and Spain, with an arm around eachother grinning.
"Hey, Francy- Pants! We found this awesome pub down the road, and I told Toni we ought to invite you for a drink, ja? So? Wanna come?" Prussia asked, nudging France in the ribs. France sighed casually as if to consider it, stroking his tiny beard for a moment.
"Well... I do suppose I could join you... Is there by chance any wine at this place~? I wont have any of that foul alcohol you drink..." He mused, grinning and looping his arm around Prussia in turn.
"Ja, sure, whatever! And it's called beer, Franny! Get it right or the awesome me will make you drink a gallon of it by force!" Prussia said, happily dragged the trio down the road, more or less by force.
Leading them cluelessly through a series of small streets and alleys, Prussia eventually seemed confused, and started to slow down, yet still keeping an unfortunate grip on Spain and Frances necks. "Oi, Gilbert... Do you think you could let up on the grip? You're kind of hurting my neck..." Spain mumbled, trying to keep a smile but failing in the strain to get out of Prussia's grip.
"Oh stop whining Toni! Romano told me that nothing could hurt you, 'tomato bastard'! Was he wrong~?" Prussia jeered, coiling his arm around a bit tighter. Spain went quiet immediately, turning slightly pink despite his tan.
France pulled free of Prussia, looking around. He frowned, scanning the dark alleyway they had managed to find themselves in."Prussia... Are you sure we aren't lost? Do you even know where you're going?" France asked. Prussia hesitated, but quickly covered up any doubt with a confident smirk.
"Of course I know where the awesome me is going! This is just... An awesome shortcut! Yea!" Grinning, he grabbed France once more by the collar, and drug him through the alley, trying to give off a (failing) vibe of confidence in his navigation. France squeaked in displeasure as his cloak (which he had just had dry-cleaned) was stained with the grit of dirt, gravel and stagnant rainwater.
"Prussia I just had this cleaned! Let go of me!" France squealed, flailing pointlessly.
"Jeez, you're always whining about that dumb cape, Francis. It's not a big deal, ja? I'll fix it later~!" Prussia stopped for a moment, no longer grinning, but scanning the area. His brows were furrowed in frustration as he tried to locate the most plausible path toward the Pub, or the parking lot, whichever would get them out of the eerie and nasty alley.
"Hey, maybe we can ask for directions?" Spain looked around, this time wrenching himself out of Prussia's arm. Looking further down the alley, he spotted what appeared to be a man. He was dressed in a normal white polo and jeans, and Spain couldn't help but notice what appeared to be blood on his polo. Frowning, he tapped Prussia on the shoulder and pointed that way. "... Amigo, do you think we could go see if that man down there is alright? It doesn't look good, I think he has blood on him..."
Prussia peered down the alley, scrutinizing the man. Nodding, he, France, and Spain made their way in that direction. Upon closer inspection, the man appeared to have been attacked by some animal- his ear was missing a chunk, holes in his clothes spotted with blood around his neck in crescent shapes indicated bites. Prussia cautiously approached him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Hey, person. You feeling alright? You don't look so awesome..." The man looked up from his hunched over position to reveal more bites. It appeared as if something had tried to rip his throat out- literally- and left scratches and cuts all over his face. His breath sounded labored, and one of his eyes appeared to have been cut in whatever fight he had as well, having turned dark red, glossy and bleeding profusely.
Prussia stumbled back in shock, covering his mouth and nose.
"Okay, man, first- You need a breath mint or something 'cuz that stench is unawesome! Second, you need to get to a hospital or something! C'mon, I'll help you." Prussia attempted to help the man to stand, but as soon as he put an arm over his shoulder, the man took hold of his wrist. "It's okay, I got it. You just relax and try to walk, okay guy?" he said, taking the grab as an attempt to keep balance. When the man pulled Prussia's wrist down and opened his mouth over it as if to bite, Prussia pulled away. "What the hell man? Im trying to help!" As Prussia attempted to pull away, the man lunged forward again, in another attempt at biting him. Narrowly dodging the attack, Prussia ran back to his startled companions.
"Gilbert I told you we should have taken a car...!" Spain croaked, shaking at the sight of the mutilated man alone.
"And for god's sake..." France hissed,"... Why did you have to ask a bloody man in a dark alleyway for directions! Merde, use your brain Prussia!"
Prussia ran and hid behind the other two, pushing them both forward. "Franny, do something! It tried to bite me!"
France boldly faced the man, but immediately squealed like a little girl when he saw the man rushing towards them with his arms out and mouth wide open. Pushing Spain forward, he ducked behind Prussia, trembling. "It's disgusting...! I'm not touching that thing...!"
Spain, still shaking, faced the man and procured his favorite battle axe. Prussia and France eyed the weapon in terror and shock, and in unison shouted "Where the hell do you even keep that thing?!" Spain responded with a trembling and uneasy shrug. "I-I don't know... It's just kind of... There when I need it...!"
When the man was only inches away from Spain's face, Spain shrieked, dropped his axe, and took off running. The man froze, and appeared for a second as if to be watching him run in curiosity, but immediately turned his attention to the remaining two, who upon eye contact made haste in the same direction as Spain.
Nobody thought for two seconds that this was the trigger of the disasters to come.
Nobody considered that this was the only the beginning.
The beginning of the end.