The sky was clear for now. America, Rachel, Canada and I were all on our way to North America by helicopter. It turns out that the explosion was in northern Turkey and we were now heading west. Whether it's actually possible or not, we rode low all the way across Europe. War was everywhere and fire lit the ground. I was sitting on the floor in the chopper. That's when I remembered how lucky I was to still be alive. At that thought, I became worried for everyone who was at the meeting. Could they have been like me, only not so lucky? I felt a little bit of a panic. I jumped as I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I didn't turn around and only heard Canada's voice.
"Don't worry about all of them, they'll be fine. We'll search for 'em, but we really must get home." I didn't look up, but sat there isolated from everyone else. Trying not to think of what will happen next, the chopper flew on, heading northwest instead of straight to North America.
Passing over the water, I spotted something in the water far below us. A little piece of something was on fire and slowly sinking. As we got closer, horror struck our hearts as we recognized what it was. Little Sealand was, in fact, sinking. As we got closer we saw no signs of life. But a spark of hope came to us all when Canada pointed out the life boats were all missing. We had to brush off our concerns. Seeing Sealand, I concluded we must be headed towards England.
"We will be landing soon." A voice, coming from the pilot's seat told us. After a little more air time, we landed in a big clearing, in England, just less than a mile from his house. Stepping outside of the helicopter we began to walk to Britain's house.
"It looks like this area has not been touched yet..." Rachel said. America nodded as Canada and I looked at them with confused faces. Rachel saw us and looked at America.
"They don't know, do they?"
"Know what? We were missing for like 5 hours!" I interrupted. Canada nodded his head fast in agreement.
"You guys have been gone for weeks now. . ." America told us trying to see if we were joking. At the same exact time Canada and I jumped at the seriousness in his voice and screamed.
"WHAT!" we said at the same time. Rachel joined back in.
"Yeah, I thought you guys would know. . ." Canada and I turned to each other and put our hands on each other's shoulders, shaking the other one.
"YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT THAT! WELL I DIDN'T KNOW! NEITHER DID I! AHHH!" We spoke in perfect sync. We released each other and fell to the ground. That's when I just realized I didn't have my glasses (Or goggles) and I needed a wardrobe change. Good thing we were heading for Britain's house, I actually have things there. I got off the ground and helped Canada up. Some blood was spattered in the dirt as he got up. His leg was still badly hurt and he needed a doctor as soon as possible. I was concerned about him, but didn't say anything.
We continued walking to the house when a giant field of sunflowers blocked our path. Everyone stopped while I was happy to see them. Jumping right in, I ran around the tall stalks of the plants with golden peddles which surrounded a soft brown center. I've missed them, but the golden peddles looked different today. Instead of the pure, golden, and glowing peddles flowing through the wind, there was a dull, taxi color. The sky was beginning to get cloudy, but that never stopped the flowers' glow before. Also, a smell lingered in the air. I ran towards the smell. It almost smelled like someone was burning a candle and blew it out. I ran hard, pushing the stalks out of my way. I came to an unexpected clearing. Burnt wood stood where a beautiful, large country house had once stood. Britain's house was gone. I looked around the rubble with a horror-stricken face. Poking around, I saw a glint of something shiny. Running over to it, I realized it was a little tin box, unharmed by the fire. It looked like one of those old lunch boxes but with no picture on it. Inside were a spare shirt, goggles, and glasses in the little tin box. My name was scratched in the top lid. I wonder who put it there. Being incredibly convenient, I didn't question it for long. I took the tin box and ran off into the taller sunflowers. Looking around (with no one around) I changed my shirt (which was still the Canada military shirt) and put on glasses and the goggles. Everything was exactly the way it was. These were my glasses, my shirt, and my goggles. Even more strange, the glasses fit my prescription better than the ruined ones did. I went back to the burnt house. Everyone was looking around the black rubble on the other side of where I just came from. Instead of walking around it, I walked through, carefully looking where I stepped. I stepped over something and it made me trip. It was black and charred, like everything else, so it didn't stand out. I picked it up and held it out in front of me. Dusting it off, it revealed to be one of Britain's military uniform shirts. I felt my heart get heavy.
"Where are you...?" I said to myself.
We made camp there for the night. America failed at making a fire, but Canada had one going in 10 seconds flat. We all sat around Canada's fire. We sat on two logs making a 'V' shape around the flames. I sat farthest away from anyone. Canada sat next to me and next to Canada, on the second log, America sat pouted because we used Canada's fire and not his. Rachel was sitting next to him, burning a stick over the fire. I must've looked depressed because Canada put his hand on my shoulder.
"We'll find him, you guys."
"You guys?" I thought. Who else would he be talking too? I looked over at America, who had his head down low. I saw a little drop of something on the insides of his glasses. He took them off and cleaned them. Putting them back on, he looked over at Canada.
"Are you talking to me?" He looked up. "Why should I care if that boring dude is alive or not?" America said, with the most faked smile in the world. Canada just shook his head at him. We sat in silence the rest of the night. Eventually the fire died down, however, none of us noticed. We were all long passed out.
I woke up last, which was incredibly rare. Looking around as I slowly got up I had another dizzy attack. I staggered to the helicopter, seeing the blurs of who I assumed to be Canada, America, and Rachel all packing up. This attack was a lot worse than my first one. I could hardly see at all. I felt the dirt and blacked out.
I was having a dream. I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't do anything to change it in any way. I was floating in darkness with little dots that resembled stars, just like how this whole thing started. The same warm feeling came back. A light showed brighter than the rest. I began to swim towards it. Before I could get to it I stopped I told myself, "I'm dreaming." I didn't do anything, but my dark surroundings turned pure white. Emptiness filled the imaginary room. There weren't even walls. You could walk on forever and hit nothing.
"Hello." A calming voice, that was incredibly smooth, came from behind me. I spun around instantly to find a boy, who appeared to be 15, staring at me. He had silky, blue hair that was dulled with wisps of white. His green eyes were calming and intimidating because of his strong hue. He was wearing a white shirt and white pants, so he looked like a floating head with hands and feet. A kind face with a hint of slyness and a distrusting smile looked at me.
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I got an editor! Thank you Katie! (and yes the Katie in the story) it sounds just sounds so much better thanks to her! And thanks to everyone who's read it so far! I love writing this and it's fun to see my friends who are in it read it (especially Courtney in the last chapter! She was on the brink of tears! lol XD) except Abby, because as I was writing this she was pointing out every little mistake I was making that I was about to go back and fix. See the comma after "Abby"? She pointed it out that it needed to be there. Well that's all I have to say so if you care about any of them I let them say something so you could picture their personality better, I gave them the key bored and edited NOTHING
All of the characters from my story are here and they want to say some shit- I mean stuff.
Abby-"(Err… are you sure this is good for the audience? I mean, yeah this was my idea but I don't think other people really care…) Hey people. Hopefully you are enjoying the fanfic. I myself am a writer and was considering posting one of my works (see first chapter in story about story where Russia goes psycho and starting world war 3) on this site, on my own account of course; is anyone actually interested in that? And no Alana, I am not intimidated of writing with you reading over my shoulder right now, and I will advertise as I please. I refuse to write a short paragraph. I love all of y'all (yes Alana I will say y'all, keep that in there) for reading this and hope you like it, despite it being short :P. And ignore certain people (cough- Rachel!) who backlash at your criticism: it is needed, as with all written pieces. .
Well, seeing as my continued writing bugs Alana- READ MY FANFIC AND FUTURE PUBLISHED BOOK (yes I have one) MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!"-
Okay… next up….
Rachel-"HEY Y'ALL! WAZZZ UP? For the record Abby is SOOOO creepy! And she just said thank you. . . . . .=_= so I don't know what im doing. . . . . . . . .and Abby is reading this over my shoulder. . . . . . .HELP ME! PLEASE! She just said "what am I going to rape u?" and I was all like "I am totally putting that!" then she was like "DON'T WRITE THAT!" XD im pretty much just telling u what is happening at this very moment. . . . . . .no really can someone PLEASE SAVE ME! Abby just said "by the time they read this your probably gonna be raped. . . . ." I love France. . . . . .XD just kidding Abby is not THAT creepy lolzzzz XD we are laughing like France and scaring Italy! Awww France just left I need new friends. . . . . . .XD -hpfan59 (my ff account lolzzz) I LOVE YOU!"-
Okay that was our little whore biscuit…(YGOTAS) btw Katie left a while ago after editing the actual story but if she was here she would say something like "PRUSSIA LOVES YOU :D" her being Prussia. Now to our easily emotionally frightened friend.
Courtney-"VEEEEEH! Someone please help me, I'm trapped here by my two weirdo friends and they keep freaking me out by laughing like France! DX –waves a white flag- Please someone save me! Anybody will do! Germany, Prussia, France, Britain, Spain, or Italy, Hell even Russia! I RATHER BE WITH HIM THEN THIS TWO FREAKS! D8 (jk, I luv them even if they like to make weep out openly and torture me by singing "the song" X3)"-
"the song" is from Hocus Pocus the movie when the witch Sarah was enchanting the children, "come little children" I made an unofficial parody of it in a heavy Russian accent.
Well that's my friends…. Ya…. I hope you have a better view of who they are. If you hated me talking about them get over it. I love them and I don't care if you don't. So farewell! And thanks for all the fish! (Hitch hikers guide to the galaxy)
