Finally! I've finally managed to upload something! I feel proud of myself. Ah right.
I have no Idea what I'm doing here but Hey It's worth a shot.


September 25, 1998

11:48 PM

Temporary headquarters for the *CENSOR* team, 50 miles south of Raccoon City

Hurried footsteps and rustled paper sounds filled the air, the makeshift headquarters filled with scrambling agents from both Umbrella and the government. It seemed as if everyone had somewhere to be, and judging by the looks etched into the multitude of faces, whatever they were dealing with was dangerous.

A collection of voices echoed from what could be best described as a meeting room, swiftly followed by unexplained bangs and thumps. Once inside, it could be seen that four men were having heated arguments, or more specifically, two of the four.

"Bloody idiot! This was your fault! How could you let this happen?!"

Another bang, this time from a gloved hand hitting, the table echoed in the room, soon followed by a few more shouts and whimpers.

"It wasn't my fault! I don't know what this is or what happened! Everything was fine a few months, maybe even weeks ago. I was in Raccoon! This…. Thing, this disease came from nowhere!"

"England… A-America… Please. Stop yelling Blaming anyone won't help the situation. We need to figure out to do."

Funny how Canada's existence became known in true moments of peril and pure terror. The two feuding nations turned to glare at him, obvious anger in their eyes. America was about to snap, not caring at all if or who felt his wrath.

"America-San, England-San. Perhaps Canada-San is right. Arguing will solve nothing in this situation. The best we can do is figure something to fight this disaster."

The three blondes turned to look at Japan, who up until this point had remained completely silent. Perhaps it was merely a skill that Japan had acquired through the years, but America seemed to calm down.

"You're right.. Being angry won't help anything."

The four once again fell silent, staring at the map of the city.

"We're not sure just how bad the infection is, but it would be safe to assume that all of Raccoon is completely infected. Our best guess is that the virus began to spread at least two days ago."

"Damn.. If we had some sort of insight in there, then we could see just what we're facing."

For once it seemed as if America and England could finally agree. With a quick shuffling of papers the America pulled out a sheet, scanning over it.

"The Umbrella corp. is sending in their U.B.C.S to attempt a rescue on any uninfected civilians. The team leaves tomorrow. We'll—"

"Iie. I apologize, America-San, but at this point, I do not trust Umbrella corp." A bit of seriousness unusual to Japan flushed across his eyes, his tone low and soft to avoid being heard. "If we truly want an inside view, someone we trust will have to risk themselves to investigate."

Silence fell. To ask someone to willingly enter the lost city...That was suicide.

"Who? The p-police and others already failed. Only heaven knows how Umbrella will fare."

"Then we send in the best. Someone who has dealt with such a situation."

"And who the blood hell would have experience with this?! It's never happened before!"

" I do."

Everyone's gaze turned to Japan, surprise and shock in their eyes.

"The main idea is to avoid contact with the infected. It's a lot like how in the past, my people, myself included, studied silence and swiftness to avoid all contact. Staying silent and constantly moving minimizes your chance of being caught.

"This is nothing like that Japan! If you get caught by a horde, or even one, you could be killed! Or worse become one of them!" Alfred's anger was back, the sheets under him crinkling from his grip.

"I well understand that America! I've gone over the worst case scenarios in my head a dozen times over! But this is the best shot we have of finding anything out. Maybe there is something within the city to help us! Eve if not, a personal first person account from someone we trust rather than censored bullshit from Umbrella can help prevent anything like this in the future." That rare flash of anger etched itself on Japan's face, his usual chocolate brown eyes growing darker, almost looking black. Even America seemed to back down as Japan spoke. "Gomen, America-San, but sometimes, heroes have to make difficult decisions like this."

Alfred gulped, staring down at his sheets. He was the hero, and it was his land. Japan would only go if he had permission, and if Japan—No. WHEN Japan came back, there would be more information than Umbrella would give.

"Alright."

""No America! You can't let him go are you insane?! You Stupid Git!"

"The U.B.C.S plane leaves tomorrow at *Censor*. I'll contact Umbrella and let them know you are going. The moment you land, get away from the team and learn what you can."

"…Hai, sir. I will not let you down."