ItaHeta Chapter 1
"Alright! I think that wraps up our meeting." America would say with his loud voice.
Everyone sighed in relief. Even though they didn't get far, nor anywhere at all, they wanted to go home. Some nations started to stand and walk toward the door.
Kumajiro sniffed the air from Canada's arms. "What's that smell?" He asked.
Canada looked at Kumajiro. "Is there a different odor in the air, Kumajiro?" Canada asked. He looked at the others. They didn't seem to notice. Once the odd odor reached Canada's nose, he knew it was too late. He jolted up from his seat and looked at the vent behind him. Kumajiro had already taken the effect of the smell. "Guys." Canada would say.
Still, no one heard him. "Guys!" He tried again, but he too had fallen to the effect of the drug. Canada would collapse on the floor, asleep with Kumajiro still in his arms.
Japan looked back at Canada, seeing him in the floor. "Canada!" he would say, but soon fell like Canada.
One by one, each nation fell to the floor, unconscious. A total of twelve nations lay on the floor now. Soon the odd odor stopped flowing out of the vents and the back door opened. In the door way, stood a figure in black, his face covered with the light of the sun behind him.
"Just as planned." He would grumble with a smirk.
ItaHeta Chapter 2
Group 1: Canada, Spain, and Romano
Kumajiro was the first to wake up out of the rest. Probably because he was exposed to the smoke drug first. Canada didn't have his arms around him like usual, so he got up. He looked around, only seeing white. Where was he? This didn't look like a room; it looked like a never ending auditorium of white. Behind him, he found Canada.
He walked over to him on all fours. Once he was in front of Canada, Kumajiro sat down and poked Canada's nose. "Wake up." He would say in his high voice. Despite the space around him, his voice didn't carry.
Canada groaned a little, then his eyes fluttered open. He looked at Kumajiro. After realizing what happened, he jolted up. He too looked around the empty white room. His eye caught two darker figures some ways away. Spain and Romano.
The Canadian would stand up and start to walk over to the two still asleep. Kumajiro would start to walk off in another direction, away from them. Canada turned around and grabbed the white bear under his forearms, like he always did.
"You can't go off on your own, Mr. Kumajiro." Canada would say in his whisper like voice. "You'll get lost and your fur blends in to the floor too much."
Canada would walk over to Spain and Romano with Kumajiro in his arms. He knelt down next to Spain first. He'll be nicer when he wakes up, right?
"Spain," he would say, shaking his shoulder a little, "you need to wake up, this is no time to rest."
Spain groaned as well when he awoke. His eyes opened, tiny snakes slithering out of the empty sockets where his eyes had been. He was not breathing nor was there a heartbeat. Canada gasped and backed away from Spain's body, terrified. He looked over at Romano and over his body stood a man in black. His face was covered, only a smirk showing. Romano was surrounded with his own blood.
"What is this?" Canada yelled at the man.
The man laughed like he was mad, then pointed a gun at Canada. "This is good bye!" He yelled then pulled the trigger.
"Canada!"
Canada's eyes flung open, waking up on the floor. They were in the same place. White everywhere. Spain was kneeling next to Canada with a worried look on his face. He was okay. Kumajiro was on the other side and Romano was standing behind Spain, looking at him. He was alive.
"Canada, are you okay? You were yelling in your sleep." Spain would say.
Canada sat up and held his head. It was just a dream. Just an illusion of the mind. He nodded. "I'll be fine. Just a bad dream." His whisper like voice would say.
"Must have been a hell of a bad dream." Romano said behind Spain.
Spain and Canada stood up. Kumajiro looked at Canada with curious eyes. He knew it was more than a dream. Canada picked him up and held him under his forearms like he always did. Kumajiro could feel Canada trembling a little. Romano was right, must have been some bad dream.