Chapter 7

Ukraine's POV

I remembered this feeling well, the feeling that you were trapped, shackled to a fate you didn't want. Another feeling that filled me and poked at a distant memory was the emptiness. I felt as my people, the precious patriots of my country were once again moved to the labor camps along with Estonians, Latvians Lithuanians and the Polish; we were being punished for speaking against him. My sister was the only one who stayed by Brother's side, but even she seemed unsure. She seemed to be off in her own a lot, I found her staring off into space a lot, sometimes in the silence of the night I heard her talk to herself, sometimes even yell, most nights she ended up crying herself to sleep. I tried to talk to her, I asked her what was wrong, if she was having nightmares about Russia, but she would just mutter "I loved him…I loved him." I wasn't sure who she was talking about but I decided that even she was beginning to fear Brother, which may be why her sudden obsession ended.

Every now and then I tried to call Canada, he was usually my emotional rock, he kept me from breaking, he kept me steady, but as much as I tried to call, he never answered, I texted him but I never got a message back, I guess I could understand why. News had spread about the Soviet Union, I killed his brother, and I could see why he would hate me. I just needed him, I wanted to tell him everything, tell him my hands were tied, and that the only reason I was still in this stupid Union was because I was protecting him, but I couldn't. I knew if I told him or anyone else what was going on here, he would kill me, Canada and maybe even The Baltics and Poland. Russia was trying to keep all the labor camps a secret to keep anyone from finding out that were all prisoners here; he didn't want everyone to know he was the master mind behind all this.

We all piled into the meeting room once again all of us looking empty, emotionless, like zombies. I could see from the look on everyone's face that Russia was the only one who was sleeping soundly. He had a huge smile on his face when he entered the room. I looked over at Belarus who was sitting in her usual spot. She looked so pale and frail, like a delicate doll. She looked sick and her eyes told me it was awhile since she had slept, she looked weak which was very different for her…and was she getting thinner?

My attention was called from my poor baby sister by Russia.

"Hello everyone, wonderful morning isn't it," he said with an evil twisted smile and a dark laugh. "I know I called you all here for a 'meeting' but I guess that's not exactly the right word, more like you are all here so I can give you your orders, and all you dogs know what'll happen if you don't obey, da?" he laughed again. We all looked around pathetically and miserable, what else could we do but follow his crazy orders; we had nuclear missiles to our back. "I'm sure you have all seen that letter we got from the damn countries against us by now. Originally I would move my way up; Canada is the 2nd biggest country of the world, only surpassed by me. He of course would be the next on my list," he paused and smiled the evil smile at me. "But of course, Ukraine has bought his freedom, so my next target is Europe, we'll stick with the whole America theme and pick off all his close ones first, and the first one that comes to mind is England. We have all seen England at the meetings, he runs the show, and once we get rid of him we will really be sending a message. Then the rest of the world will see that we really mean business," he smiled as he spoke about his plans.

I felt sick to my stomach. England may always be grumpy, but seeing how he used to interact with America, Canada and even France at times you could tell he was a nice person.

Yet another good soul sentenced to death.

"It's all about survival of the fittest!" Russia said trying reason with the hurt look on all of our faces. "We are the group that has moved on to solve these problems of this fierce world, they are the weaker ones and until the others learn to join us, they will be picked off. It's Natural Selection! You all feel as though I am a monster, you all hate me, but think of it this way; I have saved you all from being destroyed! I saved you! You should be thanking me!"
We all didn't seem to feel very thankful. He claimed he saved us…but the nuclear missile jammed in our backs really told a different story. We all just remained silent.

The night after the meeting was silent, yet I could feel in my heart the vibrations of the funeral bell ringing.


Belarus' POV

5:00 the clock read. The green numbers seemed to flash and flash and flash, the clock didn't change, it seemed like the world just stood still it was insane. I had to do it, I had to press the button but I couldn't I stared at the red button. These were my orders, all I had to do, just press this button at the right time. The seconds were ticking away but I couldn't do it, it's not that I was close to England, I really wasn't but…I couldn't, I couldn't do it to another person, the guilt was killing me. America was in my ear, I could practically feel the ghost of his breath on my neck.

"Do it," he said. "Just do it." I felt my heart pounding in my chest, I knew I had to do it, I knew Russia wanted. Brother wanted this, I just needed to do what brother says and then he'll like me and we can get married like I have always wanted, but right now…I just couldn't do it.

"Do it, you need to do it. Just do it Natalia, do it and make England like me, then you will have the two of us here, with you for the rest of my life."

"Do it," he said

"Just do it!" he screamed.

I stared at the button and fell to my knees. I need to do this, I need to do, I need to do it.

But I can't….

Tears felly from my eyes and rolled down my cheek, I can't do, do this…just…I can't do this, I can't kill him, I can't kill someone the same way I killed him. I just can't. I can't do it.


England's POV

I was sitting in my office drinking tea when it happened; it was so sudden I didn't really notice it at first. The room was suddenly spinning. I looked down…something red was staining my shirt, I looked around, where was that coming from…it looked like it was coming from underneath my shirt. I reached my finger down and dabbed a little, my hand seemed to be very pale, and it was shaking, why was I shaking? I reached my finger to my lips and I tasted a metallic cooper…it was blood…but why was there blood on my shirt.

Then it suddenly hit me. Pain, just burst of pain, one after another, hitting me all over my body, it just kept coming. I tried to stand up, to go and get help I took a few step and then fell on to the ground, screaming out in pain. I couldn't move it just hurt so much, it was such intense pain, it kept hitting one after the other, Dublin, Cardiff, Cambridge, York, Hampshire, Liverpool, Plymouth, Belfast, Galway, Navan, Tralee, Dundee, Hamilton, Glasgow. All over my country was hit.

Many people called me England, but the truth was I was the United Kingdom, while Scotland and the Ireland twins did exist, it was still my land, they would feel pain, but they would live if I lived, I was the one who felt the most pain as all of their cities were hit.

As I felt more and more pain as more and more people suffered, each missile taking many lives, I tried my best to escape, I had to get somewhere, I had to get help, I had to live for them. My body aches and I can't stand but I pull myself along, crawling leaving a trail of blood as I move. I had to do it, I had to live.

The pain continued to pulse through my body as I pulled myself out of my office, letting out yelps of pain. I let out moans of pain as I moved, I pulled myself up as I got into living room and France turned around confused.

He gasped as he saw me and ran over to help me. I leaned into his strong arms right as my legs gave out.

"Angleterre, what happened to you?! Who did this?! Who hurt you?! Angleterre!" He shouted. My head began to swing and my eyes became unfocused. I had to fight to keep them open. I knew who did this, it was very clear who was behind all this.

Soviets…that was the last word to leave my lips before I passed out.

They were coming for me too


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