A/N: Hey! My friend gave me the best idea for this fic, so I decided I better start writing before I forget it! Unfortunately, that scene is in chapter six-ish and we are on Chapter 3 :) THANKS TO AMERICA96 FOR MY ONLY CHAPTER 2 REVIEW :) **VIRTUAL CUPCAKES/COOKIES WHICHEVER YOU PREFER!**
Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia :(
Eight Souls
Chapter 3
"Oh my gosh." America said. America and England were standing in the middle of what used to be Russia staring at a pile of dead bodies. Women, men and children all mangled and twisted and covered in blood. "What could've done this?" America said.
"I'm not sure, America. But, whatever did it, obviously had something against Russia. We should head to Russia's house from here."
"How are we gonna get to his house? Walking would take us hours because of exhaustion from nation-hopping!"
"We're going to go hotwire a car." England said, leading America through the deserted building of an airport.
"You know how to hotwire a car?"
"Remember when France called me a 'former delinquent'?" England asked.
"He wasn't kidding?" America exclaimed. Before England could answer they were cut off by a scream. America and England took off running in the general direction of the screaming. They skidded around a corner and nearly screamed in horror. A mangled creature was standing over the body of women, blood had pooled around the women, making it obvious that she had been the one screaming.
The creature caught sight of America and England and growled.
"What is that?" America exclaimed.
"I don't know! It looks like something from one of your American movies." England said.
"You watch my movies?" America asked.
"Not now, git!" England yelled as the creature came closer and closer.
"RUN!" America yelled and he took off running down the hall. He turned around seeing England still staring at the creature having not moved. America's brain registered that this monster was actually scary.
It was roughly 7 feet tall and slightly resembled a human. It had large pointed fangs dripping with blood. On top of that it was very wrinkled and its eyes were completely black, nearly blending in with it's grey skin. America's best comparison was an oversized zombie.
"ENGLAND, RUN!" America screamed. But, England was frozen in fear as the zombie came closer and closer. It growled menacingly, not very far from England. It whipping it's head back and forth, in the same motion it probably did when tearing flesh.
America whipped out his Desert Eagle that he had strapped to his hip. He turned the safety off and shot the monster three time in the face. The monster clawed at it's face. America lurched foreword grabbing England's hand and dragging him as he ran towards the opposite side of the airport.
This seemed to snap England out of his trance. He began running beside America, simultaneously taking his handgun out of it's holster. America motioned for England to make a left turn as they neared a split in the hallway. England nodded and they both made the sharp left turn.
"America, I don't think we can outrun this thing." England said, looking behind him, seeing it was still after them.
"I know, I know...give me time to think." America said desperately. "England, throw me your gun."
"Are you crazy, America?"
"Just do it, England!" America pleaded. England gave one last glance at the zombie running behind him and threw America his hand gun. "KEEP RUNNING!" America yelled. England nodded, hesitantly before continuing his run. America turned around and skidded to a halt.
Making sure safety was off on both guns, he shot the monster, over and over again in the face. The monster let out what would probably be the equivalent of a scream. It fell over and as soon as it was about to hit the ground it dissolved into a black mist rising into the air and disappearing.
"What the bloody He** was that?" England exclaimed from down the hallway.
"I'm not sure, England." America said, tossing England's gun back to him. America turned around when he heard the gun clatter to the ground, but no retort of his bad aim came.
"Eng-"
"America, look." England said, pointing out one of the large glass windows. America's head whipped to look out the window and he nearly dropped his own gun when he saw what England was pointing at.
Outside of the airport, thousands and thousands of the mysterious monsters at varying heights had gathered outside.
"Oh my go-" America started.
"Not now, we have to move." England said, deciding that America had saved him last time, now it was his turn. But before he could, one of the monsters threw a projectile straight at the window. The glass shattered, scattering everywhere.
America shrieked as a decent sized shard of glass embedded itself in his gut. England almost screamed as he saw America clutch his stomach.
"America!" He said, grabbing America's arm and running. Now that the window was shattered, you could here loud roars from the Zombie-like creatures. It sounded like they were declaring war. "Not good, not good." England said, doing his best to support America who was having trouble keeping himself up.
England took them into a duty-free shopping store. He closed the door behind him, and lowered the metal bars that were used to keep intruders out while the shops were closed.
"America, I need you to calm down." England said, crouching by the bloodied body.
"England, it...hurts..." America wheezed out.
"Don't worry, America." England said, unsure of whether he was trying to convince America or himself. England sucked in a breath as he pulled of America's blood drenched shirt. He stood up and grabbed a few of the 'Welcome to Russia!' shirts that were in a stack. He set them down and turned to America.
"Ready, America?" England asked, as America nodded, England began pulling out the large shard of glass. America led out a blood boiling scream. England tried to ignore it, and after a crucial minute, England had managed to pull the shard of glass out. He ripped strips from the shirts and began to wrap America's wound with the makeshift bandages.
America gasped as England applied pressure to the wound in order to make the bleeding subside. After about ten minutes, England re-wrapped the wound throwing the bloody cloth in a nearby trash can.
England stood up and grabbed several sweatshirt and a couple travel blankets in the store. He folded the sweatshirt and put a couple under America's head as pillows, before covering him with the blankets.
"Thanks, England." America whispered.
"You don't think I'd let my boyfriend die on me, do you?" England said, sitting down next to America. America gave a wheezy laugh,
"Cut the sappy stuff and just kiss me already." America said. England laughed, but complied. They held the kiss for a moment before they broke apart as they heard growling and screeching nearby.
"England-"
"I hear them." England growled, well aware that it was several zombies. He grabbed his gun from beside America and stood against the wall, right next to the door. He listened carefully as he heard the thumping of their footprints come nearer and neared. He almost screamed as one pounded on the door. He closed his eyes, willing it to move on.
A/N: Yep! There is the chapter :) I hope you guys liked it! PLEASE REVIEW! You don't even have to click a freaking button anymore if you're not using the mobile version. All of you fanfictioners, remember the little purple button! Remember it?!
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