Hi guys, sorry for the short first chapter, I have the first four chapters written so they will be posted soon! I don't own hetalia. Please Review it keeps me writing! If not then please at least enjoy!
England rubbed his temple and looked down at the pile of paper work on the desk. He sighed and stood up to address the room at large.
"...I wish there was another way but... I agree with Germany"
Wait, wait, wait we've gone too far we'll have to back up around six months to where to our story starts.
We find America on a rainy night walking home from a world meeting with a thumping head ache. North Korea had just announced that it will be testings it's nuclear bomb on his own capital. He was scared to say the least, the bomb could drop at any moment and there was nothing he could do about it, not that he was going to show it. He was the hero after all. A mixture of panic and fear pumped through his veins as he took his steps through the miserable streets. He broke into a run, water splashing up behind him and his footsteps echoing all around.
By the time he'd got home he was paranoid and his headache was worse. He was sure that everything he heard, and everything he felt was the bomb. He walked into his sitting room and slumped down on the sofa, taking a few deep breaths.
"you're being stupid" he said to himself "he's not really going to drop the bomb, your America! No one drops a bomb on on the hero!"
He sat there for a few minutes trying to calm himself down and when he had stopped shaking he reached for the phone, thinking of phoning his twin brother Canada.
He dialled the number and it rang for a few seconds.
"hello?"
"hello?... America is that you?"
The phone clattered to the floor and America following suite. He tried to get up but coughed and spat blood. Scared and confused he tried to reply to canada when a white hot pain shot through his body and he cried out for help, though no one was there to answer. The pain was getting worse and worse. His ever nerve, ever cell was on fire, this was torture, this had to end, anything but this, let it end please just let it end. He dragged himself to his feet and tried to take a step but I was too painful and fell to the ground again. Then the pain was gone. America felt no more pain, but he felt nothing else as well. He just lay there, scarlet blood pooling out from where he lay.
"hello?!" said a voice from the phone. Then the line went dead.