Okay so you guys know I will be revising this story and my other stories as well because I looked back on them and *Screams and dies* yeah… it was pretty bad…so that's why it took so long for this update, but also keep in mind that I had originally started this story off with each chapter being about 10,000 words and then 5,000 and now this chapter is an incredibly short 1,116 words. I was going to wait until it was at the 5,000 mark but had realized that it had been forever since I updated and I didn't want you guys to think that this story had been abandoned.
So as always I don't own Hetalia, but maybe one day… *stares off into the sunset*
Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Hong Kong looked up at the creature, his dull brown eyes not processing how terrifying it really was. But Korea's horrified scream was enough to gage that much. The Korean teen scrambled behind Vietnam trembling, rocking back and forth, and whimpering in Korean in an attempt to comfort himself. The young woman he used as a human shield was frozen in place as she tried to remain stoic in front of the creature. But it wasn't interested in them.
No.
It was interested in Hong Kong. It approached the young teen, ignoring Korea's dramatic cries of how it was going to eat his brother. Hong Kong lay helplessly on the mattress looking up at the thing with feverish eyes until it suddenly flew away from him. Vietnam had shaken her daze and hit it in the face with her rice paddle. The creature just got up and practically drifted out of the room. The young woman knelt down by her brother, looking him over for any injuries. Finding none she got up and turned to Korea who was still rocking back and forth in the corner. Apparently someone watched too many horror movies for his own good.
Hong Kong just lay there on the mattress, shaking from fever, until he felt someone pick him up and cradle him. He shuddered from the difference in body temperature, but leaned against them, too tired to support his own weight. At first he thought it was Korea, but the other teen was still rocking back and forth in the corner. No, it was much, much worse. Vietnam was the one holding him. She was scary. Not only was she one of the few people in his family that disciplined him, but she also was the only person in his family that had the patience to discipline Korea for his attempts at getting attention.
However, in Hong Kong's fevered mind, not much else made sense at the moment anyway so why should this be any different? He could feel himself getting heavier in her arms as his eyes started to close. He hoped the rest of his family was all right… and with that still on his mind he fell limp against Vietnam who had successfully lulled him to sleep without him knowing it.
Location: World Meeting
Date: 23 September 2012
Time: 10:00
The world meeting was a stressful one. Everyone was on edge. Especially China and Denmark who were on the verge of going for each other's throats. So, needless to say, international relations were a little more strained than they were a few months ago. And, from the looks of things, they weren't getting any better. It was enough to worry a few of the more peaceful- or in Switzerland's case- violently peaceful nations. The countries that had lost someone that they were close to didn't seem to be doing well at all. Their economies had plunged into recessions and the unemployment in their countries had skyrocketed as they gradually became depressed. Some nations viewed the governments as being at fault and they staged coup d'états to overthrow them. All in all, the stage was set for the Third World War.
What the countries didn't know was that was exactly what they wanted.
It was a disaster to say the least. And above all else nothing got done. People were continuously interrupting each other and ranting about their own personal problems. They were blurring the lines between their duties as countries and their attempted lively hoods as humans. The conference room wasn't a safe place for them to be on a good day, it was even worse with the threat of war looming over them. They were losing their minds to fear. With threats of war the countries didn't want to believe what was happening.
_Hetalia_
Switzerland was alone in his room at the shared house he and the other German speaking nations shared. How he was 'lucky' enough to be stuck with them and not France, he didn't know. Truthfully he'd rather his own home away from all of them so he could have time to think, and try to find his little sister. He missed her… she was his responsibility and she was snatched right out from under his nose and there was nothing he could do about it.
He was startled when he felt a few droplets of water splash on his hands. Instantly he looked up at the ceiling for the hole so he could patch it. Only, there was no hole. The ceiling was completely dry, and yet water clouded his vision. The young man didn't understand why until he touched his face.
He was crying.
It had been a long time since he had cried, and yet he'd been doing a lot of that recently. The Swiss teen had thought he'd have gotten used to it by now. Apparently he hadn't. It was a good thing that he had locked the door and taken the extra measure to put a chair under the door handle so he could have time to himself. Switzerland was the hedgehog country; he wasn't supposed to cry, now was he? Maybe he was. All he knew was that he was hurting and he didn't know anything as to where his sister was. But, he did know one thing, it felt much better to cry and let all of his feelings out than to keep them all bottled up. That was the only thing he'd learned in the past months. Other than the fact that even he might not be able to stay neutral throughout this, this, whatever it was.
Switzerland jumped at a sudden crash that had come from the enjoining bathroom. He picked up his rifle, wary of what may lay ahead and proceeded into the small room. Nothing greeted him, but what was he to expect? His sister to come out of nowhere and hug her big brother? No. He wasn't that lucky.
Instead there was nothing there for him except for himself staring up at him from pieces of broken glass on the floor. The glass had come from a window; that meant that someone was in the room with him, but who? That was something the country never found out as he was suddenly and forcefully hit in the head with a crystal soap dispenser and all went black.
