So uhm.. SORRYSORRYSORRY! If you didn't see the announcement, this won't be updated until I finish United States of America. So, just.. be pacient xD Anyway, hope you enjoy this kick-ass chapter! :L Pretty please remember to review/comment!
Nisa: Don't own hetalia, or McDonalds :3
(btw, the first part is IrelandPOV, the second is GreenlandPOV, and the third is ThailandPOV)
"What the hell?"
The house was in shambles, things strewn about the floor, and broken glass covered the ground. Okay really, was it even possible to sleep through all of this mess? I was 100% sure that I couldn't of been able to sleep through this. At first I was too confused and pissed to notice the absence of my two brothers.
"Al? Artie?" I called into the house, stumbling over a broken chair. Thoughts dashed through my head, and I was deathly afraid that something happened to them. If so, then why didn't something happen to me as well? It made absolutely no sense whatsoever. I checked both of their rooms, heart slowly starting to sink. I explored the rest of the mansion carefully, screaming both of their names.
They were not here.
It was the only logical answer, one I should have realized the moment I opened my bedroom door. I tried to remain calm, though all sense of security was gone. There still could be an enemy in the house, and I sure as hell didn't want to meet up with them.
I totally did not panic (Okay, maybe for a few minutes); because I have been through worse than this. I was Ireland dammit, and just the fact that my two idiot brothers were missing did not mean I was going to start screaming or sobbing. The first thing I did after searching the house was call Scotland.
He did not pick up.
My heart thudded loudly. Relax, relax Ivy! The idiot is probably still asleep, or doesn't have his phone on. He's perfectly fine! After calming down a bit, I proceeded to call Wales.
He- like Scotland- also did not pick up.
Okay, where the hell was my family? Also, why the shit didn't they bother to pick up! At this point I actually did start hyperventilating a bit, hoping to high heaven they were all safe. I then remembered Francis, and hoped that he would be okay. He had been at the hospital, so nothing should have happened to him- probably.
"Hello? Yes, this is Ivy Kirkland; I checked in Francis Bonnefoy yesterday, I was wondering if it would be possible to speak with him?"
"Of course, please wait a moment Ms. Kirkland."
My heart rose a bit, thankful that at least France was okay.
"Ivy?" a hoarse voice asked into the speaker. I let out a long sigh, plopping down into a nearby chair.
"Oh, thank god you're alright. Francis-"
"What happened?" he interrupted, and I angrily tapped my toe against the floor.
"- look, I'm going to drive over to explain. Something happened, Arthur and Alfred are missing, so-"
"Angleterre and Amérique? What happened?"
"- I'm going to drive over there right now and explain."
I hung up, nervously wringing my hands. Where the bloody hell was England and America? I was starting to get nervous, and I decided to try calling Scotland again.
"E'llo?" a familiar voice answered, and I almost squealed in relief.
"- Oh god, you're okay! Have you talked to Wales lately? Are you okay?" I asked nervously, wanting to laugh hysterically.
"Woah, woah Ireland, calm down! Yes, I just talked to Wales, and yes I am okay. Why?"
"England and America- t-they-"
"What happened to Artie?"
"There missing."
"Bloody shit."
"- So anyway, I can't explain yet, because I'm on the way to see France in the hospital-"
"Wait, France is in the hospital-?"
I hung up quickly, just grabbing my purse. I quickly changed into a yellow shirt and some jeans, whipping my red hair back in a ponytail.
I have no idea how long I drove on the highway. I don't even know what I was looking for. A sign, maybe a clue..? Though I knew it was pointless. The Doppelgänger wouldn't let me find them that easily. I hadn't even thought about maybe calling for back up or help, because in a twisted way, I thought I was the only one who could save them.
"Dammit!" I yelled, hitting the dash board. I slowly turned off the highway, planning to at least get some dinner and gas. I had driven all day long, skipping breakfast and lunch. Now that it was dark, I knew it was pointless to continue looking off the side of road- I wouldn't see anything anyway.
I trudged into the brightly lit McDonalds, scowling at everyone who looked at me. I quickly ordered a cheese burger and coffee, and sat down wearily. I truly had no idea what to do. I debated calling HQ, but I knew it would be pointless. I had already tried, and the automated voice said the call couldn't go through or some shit like that.
"It probably blew up." I muttered, smirking. Actually, maybe I should call America or Canada. Part of me still did belong to them, so maybe they would help me. My heart rose upward, and I quickly grabbed my IPhone, dialing America's number.
Ring Ring Ring.
I tried desperately to call him twice, but no one picked up. I tired Matthew, hoping to dear god he would answer.
"... Hello?" a kind voice answered, and I felt tears form in the corners of my eyes. Of all the shit I had gone through, I was so glad Matthew picked up.
"Oh god, Mattie, you have to help me-"
" Lacota...? Are you alright?" he asked, sounding actually concerned.
"Oh Jesus, Matt, no, god no I'm not okay!" I hiccupped, feeling the need to sob growing steadily larger.
"What happened? Lacota, are you okay?"
"H-he's, oh shit Matt, their gone!"
"Who's gone? Dammit Lacota, where are you? I'm going to fly over right now, and-"
"Denmark, Norway, Iceland, Finland and Sweden. Th-there gone. I think Denmark's doppelgänger took them, and-"
"Okay, calm down. Where are you?"
I sniffled, wondering where I was. "I don't know." I murmured, clutching the phone.
"Lacota? Okay, just find out, kay?"
"I'll call you back." I whispered, hanging up before he could reply. I needed to get ahold of myself, and quickly. There was one thing I knew, and being a sobbing idiot was not helping at all. I shakily stood up, walking over to the counter.
"Excuse me, but I'm lost. Could you please tell me where I am-?"
All hell broke loose.
The windows exploded, people started screaming, and a sort of wailing filled the air. I threw myself over the counter, pulling the worker down with me. My hand went straight to my gun, whipping it out. After a second, people bounced up and started getting up slowly.
They were instantly shot down.
Screams filled the air, and my heart jumped into my throat.
"What the fu-?" someone started, but was quickly impaled with some sort of black spear. The worker next to me whipped around to look at me, eyes bulging with terror. I shakily put a finger to my mouth, telling her to not make a signal noise.
Stay Here I mouthed, pulling the gun close. I jumped up; add radiantly firing at the first thing that moved. Horrified, I looked at the creatures stumbling into the restraint. Black ooze was dripping from them, long black fingernails growing large and small by the second. That wasn't what terrified me the most though-
They were all infected children.
I woke up in a soft, padded bad, in a white room. I bolted up, only to fall back down with dizziness and pain. Where the hell was I? Where were Yao-nii and the others? I slowly tried getting back up again, but only succeeded for a moment. I forced myself to calm down and look at my surroundings. To my relief, it looked like I was in a hospital, supported on a comfy bed.
"Hello?" I called softly, barley able to speak. Thankfully, nurses rushed in as soon as my heart rate went up. After being prodded and poked, I asked,
"Where am I?"
"A hospital in Germany, dear. The medics found you collapsed by a burning building."
"Oh." and that was all I could say. I was so overwhelmed with grief and fear that I started shivering and heaving. A nurse kindly patted my back, and asked the question I dreaded.
"Is there a way to contact someone is your family?"
"..." I couldn't reply, afraid that I would burst into tears, telling them about them missing. Maybe though- what if they found one of my family, and they were still alive?
"My one brother and sister have the last name Honda, and my other part of my family have the last name Yao. Has anyone checked in with that name?" I asked desperately, filled with hope. The nurse smiled, and said,
"I'll go and check the records. May I have your name?"
"Miaso Yao." I said quickly, and folded my hands on my lap. I prayed to god they had at least found one member of my family.
"Ms. Yao? We are pleased to say that another young lady was placed under our care with the last name Yao-"
"Vietnam!" I cried happily. "Please, when can I see her?"
"Now, if you would like. She was very happy to hear that you were okay as well." she chucked.
Finally after getting myself used to a wheelchair, and went as quickly as possible to my sister.
"Viet!" I cried, after seeing her well alive face. She burst into tears, wrapping me into a hug. I joined with her, so happy and sad at the same time.
At least now, I had the hope my other family members were alive as well.
Again, THIS WILL NOT BE COMPLETED UNTIL THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS Anywho, please remember to review/comment! :L