"America are you sure about this place? It looks like it's ready to fall apart…"
"Aww come on Texas! It will be fun and it'll be simple to break into!"
"I just don't know... What if something happens and we get hurt?"
"Hey! Don't forget that I'm the hero! Nothin' is gonna happen with me around!"
"America this place is falling apart! We cannot have a meeting here!"
"Come on Texas have some fun for once! You spend all your time on that ranch of yours and all you do is work! Take some risk for once!"
"Risk? Have you not heard of the rodeo?! That whole thing is about riding bulls! If you fall off and don't get up in time those things can crush your skull without even thinking about it! Don't say that I don't take risk!"
"Alright, alright! Hey…do you always carry your guns with you?"
"Huh? Yeah I do, never know when you're fighting for your life after all. Even after all the bullets are gone I know how to make M80s and other explosives."
"Where'd you learn to make explosives?!"
"Hong Kong…"
"Of course…"
"I should have listened to her…" America was sulking a bit in a corner, the guilt of losing his state becoming a burden.
"Why is everyone freaking out, aru? We just fell to a basement floor, it's not like we were teleported into the middle of a war. We just need to find a flight of stairs and get out. If Texas is alive she can take care of-"
"We can't just leave her here! What if she's hurt?! We have to help her!" Italy's outburst caused everyone to turn to him; Japan went to comfort his hurting friend whom stood strong against leaving without the Texan behind. "She always helps others before she helps herself! We can't just forget about her when she might need our help!"
"Texas is a State, in reality she doesn't matter anymore da." Russia certainly didn't waste his opinion…
"She matters to me!"
"This is no time to be fighting!" France was right for a change; they must really be screwed… "America, lead us out of here."
"There's a little problem with that… I don't exactly know where we are."
"What do you mean you don't know where we are you git?! This was your Meeting House! You can't say that you don't know this place!"
"But I don't! I didn't even know these basement floors existed until now! If I had known I wouldn't have even come here! Yes I messed up but I don't know what's going on now!" America exclaimed, tired of feeling sorry for himself and trying to fix it. "There has to be some kind of control room or something so we can find some kind of map and get out of here. Once we find a way out we'll start searching for Texas." America picked up his chainsaw that had fallen across the room, after a short inspection he assumed it would work fine. "We aren't going to leave without her; if she's hurt we'll treat her wounds. If she's dead then we'll carry her out and lay her to rest on her ranch, it's what she would have wanted… Germany, Italy, Japan, and Czech; search the area around this room for any threats; if you find Texas bring her back here. France, Canada, China, and Prussia; you stay here and see what you can make of the books on the book shelves in the corner of the rooms. Maybe they'll tell us something we need to know. England, Russia, and I will see if we can find a control room and maybe a map out of here. Pick up anything you can find to use as a weapon; you never know when you'll have to defend yourself."
The groups went off to do their duties, unsure of what they'll find once they leave the safety of the room they were in. Far across the underground facility, Texas was still huddled in the room she fell in. She no longer felt scared, well not as scared as before, but her body almost refused to uncurl itself.
"Draw a circle that's the Earth… Draw a circle that's the Earth… Draw a circle that's the Earth…" She sang softly to herself before forcing herself to stand. "I can't stay here…" Gathering up what little she had, she took a sturdy bone and started using the wall to shave down an end till it made a sharp point. "It's not the best weapon but it'll have to do for now until I can find some bullets."
Texas pressed her ear up against the door, listening for the growling of the dogs just beyond the door. The ex-nation gathered her courage and threw open the door. The demon Dobermans growled loudly and lunged at her, Texas froze out of surprise. The hound dug its jagged teeth into the flesh of her arm, just below the gash she had received during the earthquake. Texas let out a cry of pain before impaling the dog in the forehead with the makeshift bone spear. The Doberman let out a whine and let go of her arm before falling onto the floor supposedly dead. Texas smirked some from her new found power, she fought through the pack of zombie dogs. "Get out of my way you damn bastards! No tengo tiempo para poner al día con tu mierda!" It's been a while since Texas angrily spurted out nonsense in Spanish. She had picked it up from Romano when they were children and it was a bad habit. She was known to shout out profanities in both Spanish and English when she was frustrated, when she was angry it was usually more English but sometimes the Spanish comes out. {I have no time to put up with your shit!}
Texas continued to fight, her shorts providing little protection as she received gashes from the claws on her legs. Once the dogs all fell and didn't get back up the Texan shoved the spear into an empty socket of one of the dogs before limping away down a hallway, a thin hand lifted and kept herself steady against the wall. All strength left Texas and she fell, blood trailed behind her hand on the wall leaving a long smear of red on the wall until she lay still on the floor. Her vision became blurry and she started to slip into the darkness of unconsciousness.
"I-Ita…ly…" The name slipped past her lips softly as she slipped into the darkness again.