I am so sorry for not Updating. I will write a sequel to this but right now my writing style has become **** and I don't want to torture you so Im ending it here. So sorry :( but hey! There are still over fics out there that need your support, If you write your own fics then you know how much people love reviews, so please truthfully review every story you find! Thank you so much for always being there for me. I am trying out for a newspaper club and these two fics will helpfully be the key to the role of Editor.
The host club ran down the halls, they had heard screaming. Where was all the pupils?
Tamaki ran out in front with Kyoya at the back, around halls, past so many doors, the noise got louder only this time it was joined by gunshots and metal hitting metal. They froze when they got to their destination.
Blood spattered against the Tarmac, pupils throwing themselves at soldiers- The armed men were losing against these children; however that wasn't what made the group stop.
The countries were fighting with the soldiers, some with guns sniping off the little buggers and others getting into the action with a sword or kitchen utensil, It was strange how the fight scene was circular, like the pupils were protecting something. Every so often a small blur shot out the circle taking a swipe at the countries or soldiers then returning to its original place.
The countries mowed down the pupils, they were only humans. The twins lost sync, Kyoya just stared. Tamaki cried into Haruhis' blazer. Mori had already dragged Honey away.
It was horrible to watch, yet they couldn't stop. The people they knew were getting slaughtered by their friends. They watched as Ivan took a swing at a teens leg. Blood spewing everywhere and the child falling to the ground. Japan ran to the centre and they saw something red gush into the air.
Matthew camouflaged and crept after Japan and Alfred was sniping people off with his hand gun. Arthur was chanting something. Italy was at the back defending himself with a flag pole, while his brother threw knifes at anyone that came to close.
Chaos reigned over the small plot. The red was soon becoming brown, and the blue above was now red as the sun left the sky. All that was left was the countries and a small girl with short brown hair and a stripy hoodie. She was holding a long axe as if it was a bat. Swinging at the countries, but it soon stopped. She was punched in the face, handcuffed and shipped away. Leaving an empty building and a group of pupils. The countries left, their heads hung low.
Everyone cried. Except a small girl in a stripy hoodie. She was still had land, people will come back and she will be strong again.
Please review for the last time, thank you so much. Goodbye.