Author's Note- So I have been digging around in a federal government information depository and I stumbled on a document talking about some of the worst case nuclear scenarios that the U.S. Government was preparing for during the Cold War. The document was so bone chillingly detailed that I knew it would be perfect for my first attempt at horror. Hopefully everyone will enjoy it.

Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia nor am I one of the bringers of the apocalypse.

Worst Case Scenario

America was facing his worst fear. Only moments ago he had been called from his office in the State Department by a panicked official informing him that Russia had just begun a massive nuclear attack. Now he was picking up a red phone that was reserved for the worst emergencies.

"Hello."

"Alfred, thank goodness that I managed to get a hold of you…" On the other end of the phone line the personification for the State of Alaska sounded relieved.

"Samantha, please tell me this is a drill."

"It isn't a drill." Alaska said solemnly. "Listen, I only have a few minutes before the missile are going to hit up here, but we are going to continue to give you missile trajectory information as long as we possibly can…"

"I don't care about trajectories; get yourself to a safe location." America practically yelled into the phone.

"There is not time to evacuate, and even if there were there are isn't any bunkers to flee to. The permafrost never let us to build any here…" On the other side of the phone line Alaska paused for a few painful seconds, then his second youngest state spoke with finality. "Goodbye, Alfred." America's heart stopped when the phone clicked indicating that the line was dead.

"Samantha…Samantha…ALASKA TALK TO ME!" As America screamed he felt the phone shatter in his grip, and he hung his head in despair. It was true that they had long suspected that Alaska would be Russia's first target in the opening moves of WWIII. But despite decades of planning he never really was prepared him to witnessing the death of one of his states.

"Sir, we need to get you to the evacuation site…Sir!" A member of the special services was shaking him by the shoulder, but America was beyond feeling, so the official turned to a young man following in his wake. "Nelson, grab him and get him to the chopper. It should be waiting for you on the back lawn."

In shock, America allowed himself to be dragged to a waiting helicopter that would whisk him away to one of the many nuclear bunkers that would shelter America's top officials. Even though most of the United States' population would die a horrible death trapped in the nation's cities, at least the government would still be functional enough to revenge the dead.

As the helicopter took off, America thoughts trued from his doomed citizens to his own family. He knew would make it to the bunkers in time, but all he could do was hope that Canada would be able to reach his nuclear bunker before the nuclear missiles started to rain on Ottawa. All he could do was trust that his states would have enough common sense to their own bunkers before each of their state capitals disappeared in a mushroom cloud and pray that the states like Alaska that were stuck in the open would at least die quickly.

Looking out the window at his capital for the very last time, America wept.

"Goodbye, Alfred." Alaska said then with a deliberate movement she placed phone back in the receiver.

"What should we do next, Ma'am?" One of the lower technicians practically pleaded. Alaska wished that she could offer his young man some comfort, but she couldn't. All that she could give him was the truth, so she blinked the tears from her eyes and spoke softly.

"We wait for the end to come."

Alaska didn't wait to hear a response. She instead walked through the door of Alaska's Regional NORAD Offices and looked toward the Eastern Horizon. She stood, a cold wind buffeting her, as the nuclear missiles began to hit their target. First Nome, Kodiak, Dutch John, Bettles, she did her best not to finch as cities and towns where obliterated. As the deep burns spread across her skin she could not help but wonder if she would be remembered in history books as WWIII first victim, or if there would be one left on earth to write them. She watched as eight missiles arced over the sleeping volcanoes that had long guarded the Kenai Peninsula, the she watched the Anchorage erupted around her with the intensity of a thousand suns.

Alaska had been prepared to die at the moment that Anchorage was destroyed but even though her lungs screamed because of the hot ash that filled them, her skin stung with burns, and her ears were deafened the thunder of the six bombs that leveled the city, she did not die. Perhaps, she had thought, she would have to wait until her Juneau was also destroyed. She curled up and waited for the end to come, but even though she felt her heart break as capital was also destroyed she still didn't die.

After an eternity Alaska realized why. The Soviet Union had failed to destroy the hundreds of tiny communities spotting the bush. Even though these people represented a tiny fraction of her population, they represented her resilience, her spirit. Then Alaska knew that she would be doomed to live. A broken, blind creature who would wander in this land of death and radiation until a new civilization rose out of the ashes.

Alaska stayed in Anchorage. She stayed as the seasons changed from summer into fall, from fall to winter, and from winter gradually to spring and summer again. Years past, and nature slowly retook the twisted ruins. Still, no human's dared to venture there until today. Today, from her hiding place Alaska had heard the sound of crunching gravel echoed in her ears. In joy, she had crawled into the sun. But quickly her joy was turned to horror.

The person had stop in front of her and then she felt the pressure of familiar metal pipe against her cheek. The person's ragged breathing filling her nostrils with the smell of death and decay. Alaska tried to pull herself away from her enemy, but she was too weak to put up much of a struggle. Her captor grabbed her roughly by the arm and lead in until his lips nearly touched her ear.

"Hello, Little Bird." Russia half crooned. "You are mine now."

Historical Note- As I have read a few fanfictions which involve nuclear war, I was kind of surprised just how many have Alaska and Hawaii as the only states that survive the bombardment. The historical data seemed to indicate that that the United States actually thought that Alaska would be the state heaviest hit by a nuclear war.

This is primarily because the ice curtain dividing Alaska and Russia was the only place on the globe where the two super powers came into direct contact. The legacy of this these concerns can be seen in Alaska today. Even now, Alaska is America's only truly militarized border and in 2004 the U.S. Government place the state under the protection of the most advanced missile defense system in the world.

End Note- So what did you think? What did you enjoy and what can I improve in the future? Really I from you, because your comments help me become a better writer.

Next Month- In honor of American Thanksgiving, a holiday dedicated to food, there will be a series of short scenes about the food and the harvest around the Arctic Circle.