America screamed and tore down the hall, running smack into something cold. He almost screamed again before realizing it was Russia and throwing his arms around him, began to cry in terror. Russia wrapped his arm around his waist and put his other hand in his hair, holding him close. "It is alright, Amerika." The temperature of the area rose. America buried his face in Russia's chest to stop himself from screaming again. Russia took his hand from his head and drew his pipe, sizing up the creature approaching them. His eyes grew wide in terror when he realized exactly what it was. "Amerika," he whispered as he moved his pipe to his left hand. "Can you call England? Mentally?" He reached into America's pocket and pulled out his pistol. "Stay where you are. Scared and holding a gun. Do you care to risk it?"The creature took a step forward. Russia shot it to no effect. "AMERIKA, TELL ENGLAND TO GET HERE NOW!" He shouted, not even trying to disguise his terror before releasing the younger nation and they both ran.
"WE'RE LOCKED INSIDE!" America screamed.
"CHECK THE BACK DOOR!"
"IT'S LOCKED, TOO!"
"BASEMENT!"
Both ran into the basement, Russia stopping to throw a curse at the creature, again to no effect.
"DOOR!" America shouted, running to it. "LOCKED!"
"My magic is not any good here," Russia muttered. "Shit."
"You don't say. Any day now, Iggy."
The basement door flew open. Scotland ran down the steps, snarling at them to run. Instead, America followed him. Scotland joined Wales, England, Northern Ireland and Ireland in fighting the creature.
"RUSSIA, GET ALFRED OUT OF HERE!" England shouted. Russia picked America up and running out the front door, ran as far as he could.
"What was that?" America asked when Russia finally stopped and sat down, holding him in his arms.
"It was an ancient evil. I hope they can fight it."
"I hope it doesn't kill them."
"As do I," he whispered, holding the other closer.
It had been twenty years since that day now. Most of the nations were gathered in America's living room. Only Russia was missing because he was upstairs getting something America asked him for. Suddenly there was a thud. America went to check.
"Russia?" Everybody else sat in silence. "Russia, why are you on the floor? Open your eyes. Oh. Don't leave me, please. Russia? Russia? I'm scared, Ivan. Please tell me it's okay like you always do. You're not dead. This is only a nightmare. You're not dead."
During the following silence, Lithuania tore up the stairs. "Alfred, please don't."
He put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger
Lithuania turned his face into his hands as the gun went off. He found himself standing on grass, nothing but other nations around him. "They're both dead," he said softly.
More angst for you guys. I promise one chapter in between here and 40 will be fluff.