Hey! This is my first story. It's about how Italy, Germany and Japan survive against a horde of paranormal activity. Chile, Austria, France, England, Russia, Belarus and America are in this. Basically it all starts when America accidently opens a jar England had stashed in his attic. Hope you guys like it :) extra countries will be included. Also it's rated MA for mature because I'm awesome. No one dies I swear by the angel Michael.
Chapter One: What's in the bottle England?
"Hey Britain what's in the bottle?" asked a tall 20 year old man with glasses and big blue eyes. His name is America as the other countries call him but in the human world he is known as Alfred F. Jones. As the American inspected the bottle it had a caution sign to never open the bottle. When Arthur Kirkland the man who America called as Britain but known as England came he looked not interested in the bottle until he knew and remembered what was in that bottle.
"Al do not open that bot-…" it was too late the American had opened the bottle and such a great force the thing in it flew like a mouse out of its preys claws. With a terrified look England turned to see America in the floor fainted. "What have you done…" said the Brit as he looked in the sky where his ceiling had collapsed.
~meanwhile in the world meeting two days later~
"Let the meeting commence" said Germany. As the countries aligned to their seats they noticed that England and America where missing. Everyone knew America was always late but England? He was always in time. Not once had he been late to these meeting but there had to be a time where he was late once, right? To Prussia he could imagine the Brit in hysteria right now, 2 hours passed and he still hadn't come. Germany let them take a 10 minute break and called England's cell to only hear a voicemail caller I.D., know this was nerve wrecking. Had he fallen asleep? Did he forget? Or did he simply didn't care anymore? All these thoughts made Germany's head hurt.
The doors opened. He turned to see it was France, but what was he carrying? When all the commotion stopped they turned to France. The once beautiful Francis Bonnefroy now pale and red eyed held what seemed to be a boy. A boy? Where did he come from is what all asked until they noticed it was Canada covered in blood. The poor boy was hardly breathing. When Germany came with the first aid kit everyone in the room where hiding.
When he saw Canada on his legs he thought that it had been only a minor scratch until he saw that he was bending down and trying to devour what seemed Prussia. When the Blonde reached his bruder and he took off the overly aggressive Mathew (Canada), he was hypnotized by the Canadian. Or it seemed like it. When Germany reached him Prussia yelled and then fainted. All the other countries got out as they saw everything was okay. Gilbert (Prussia) lay in the ground motionless as a stick until he slowly fluttered his eyes. But those red crimson eyes were now the two colored. One was still crimson but the other was black with a white pupil. But what terrified everyone was that his canines were pointy FANGS.