Sorry that this was so late! Really! But here we go!
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When Wales called after me after I ran out of the room, I was tempted to run back and comfort her, to tell her that this was the only way to save her, England, and everybody else. But I didn't fall to my temptation and kept on running. Every second counts now. The sooner I get to the trees, the more chance I have of succeeding.
When I finally ran out of the house, I didn't slow down in horror at the sight of the rapidly growing trees. Instead, I ran like I never ran before, heading straight to the trees. I was half expecting to get attacked in some way by the aliens, but that attack never came. I guess they neither don't see me, or they are confident that I can't get past their new defenses. Still cocky as ever I see.
Then when I was only a few feet away from the circle of trees, the one right in front of me suddenly bent over like it was a slinky and came rushing down on top of me. On instinct, I dove out of way just as the tree hit the ground where I once was with a loud crash. When I landed safely out of the way, I turned around just in time to see the tree slowly raise itself up out of the hole it just made.
While I was grateful that I was able to dive out of the way fast enough, I didn't dwell on it. Instead, I quickly got up and jump onto the tree while it was still rising upwards. The jump was successful, however, before I could get into a position where I could jump from the tree easily, the tree rapidly straighten up. It took all of my strength to hold on to the blasted tree and not fall off.
But if that wasn't enough, the tree then rapidly bent backwards and plummeted straight to the ground, planning on to crush every bone in my body. For an instant, I didn't know what to do. For that instant, I was afraid that I had failed to save everybody after all. Then that instant ended and I remembered why I was risking my life like this. China needs proper medical attention as soon as possible! And England, Wales, and the others need all the help they can get to defeat the aliens! And America is waiting for me! I can't die here! I promised Wales, I can't afford to fail!
With my new determination swelling up inside of me, I let go of the tree and fell straight to the ground before the tree did. My back screamed in pain, but I didn't listened to it as I immediately rolled over. Just in time too, because if I had rolled over just a second later, I would have been crushed by the homicidal tree.
But unfortunately, I didn't have a moment to just take a breath and be glad that I was still alive. The tree that was now in front of me had bent over rapidly was trying to squash me as well. I rolled out of the way again but this time as soon as I was out of the way of the tree, I got to my feet and started to run.
I ran till I noticed there was a big and long shadow overrunning me. I quickly jumped to the side just as yet another tree crashed to the ground. Not bothering to look where I once was, I just kept on running, this time heading towards the cars. I'm almost there…I'm almost to Prussia's car…
I was fully expecting that another tree would try to crush me but seconds passed by without any sign of attack. Am I finally out of their…AH! Something hit the ground beside me with a small explosion, the impact making me fly forward a few feet and crash to the ground.
I automatically turned my head and saw that Mandela and Chalan were not that far behind me. Chalan looked a bit ticked while Mandela was expressionless with a ball of dark energy in his hand. So that's what happened…
"Look, you missed too! So why can't I finish the job!" exclaimed Chalan angrily.
"Because you missed more than single," explained Mandela as he raised the hand holding the dark energy ball. Not waiting to see Mandela throw his black magic, I quickly got to my feet with a small grunt of pain and raced towards Prussia's car.
"It's more than once! Not more than single!" I heard Chalan yell as I got closer to the car. Afraid that Mandela might still hit me despite me running as fast as I can, I started to run diagonally. And good thing too, since Mandela's magic suddenly hit the ground where I surely would have been if I had continued running in a straight line.
"You will not run away!" I heard Mandela yell when I was only a few more feet from Prussia's car. Seeing that I was almost there, I took out Prussia's car keys and pushed the unlock button. Thank you Prussia, for having me look over your car keys as repayment for giving me a ride to England's! It's still weird that you had me do that, but thank you anyway!
"Don't Mandela! You'll hit the car!" exclaimed Chalan as the car made that unlocking sound.
"So?!" Mandela yelled back when I was only about one more foot away from the driver's door.
"So how will we ever convince the other Earth nations that a gas leak and a fire at the fireplace caused England's house to blow up and killed their friends if their cars are damaged strangely?!" explained Chalan as my hand grasped the car door handle and opened. They're still trying to make our deaths look an accident?!
"We'll just say some burning flying wood or whatever burned it up!" exclaimed Mandela as I got into the car. C'mon, keep on arguing, just for a little longer…
"From all the way over there?! They're probably going to be hard to convince anyway, we don't need…" I never got to hear what the murderous aliens didn't need, because I had closed the door. My heart beating fast, I put my keys in the ignition and quickly turned it. The car immediately roared with life as I switch from the parking gear into the driving gear. Almost there…just got to get out here before they change their mind about hitting the car!
Without further ado, I slammed the gas pedal against the car floor and drove out of the parking spot and into the grass. England is going to kill me for ruining his yard, but if I can save him, Wales, and the others, and I don't care what he does to me!
Again, as I turned the car and drove towards the road to freedom, I expected to get attacked by Mandela. But as the whole car arrived on the road safely, I didn't get attacked once. I glanced upwards into my rearview mirror and saw that another row of close-knit, high-branched trees were growing rapidly between the first row and the aliens. I also saw Mandela cup his hands around his mouth and despite me being in a car a good distance away from him, I heard his words loud and clear.
"YOU NEVER GET BACK HERE IN TIME!" Then I was finally out. My car had managed to speed out of England's driveway in one piece, and it looks like Mandela wasn't going to attack me again.
"Yes!" I exclaimed with victory as I finished making my turn from the driveway onto the black paved road with markings that tell you where you should be. My heart still beating fast with all the adrenaline, I sped down the road and I kept on speeding till England's house was far far away.
I did it… I escaped! I did it! Yes! Now I can save my family and friends! And I will get back in time, before anyone else dies even once! Then my smile and spirit of victory then slowly disappeared as I drove towards the house. The house where there surely must be cell reception. The house where America just might be. The house where I will know once and for all whether I have forever lost my dear brother or not.
HHHH
"America?" I called out hopefully as I opened the front door of the blasted alien's house. Even though there was no answer, I was not yet discouraged. "America?!" I called out louder as I kept on walking, hoping that he will hear me this time. But again there was no answer as I kept on looking for him. Doubt entered my thought but I quickly pushed it down.
"Just…just because he's not here doesn't mean he's dead! No, he's probably trying to get help, which is why he didn't come inside England's house once Tiata died. I just need to call him to find out where he is!" I exclaimed as I took out my cell phone and pushed the button to turn my screen on. But the screen didn't turn on. Oh no…oh heck no! I better not be…But after I pushed the darned button at least ten times, I had to accept it. My phone was dead, and I had no way of recharging it. No way of contacting America or anyone else. Then, before I could worry about how I was going to reach anyone, I had a thought that calmed me down.
"Well…maybe there are working landline phones in here," I said as I turned around the corner. I stopped when I saw the damaged flight of stairs, that didn't look like they were damaged from old age. America and Wales must have ran up here, with the aliens right behind them. The place where America died must be up there. Up there must be the place where I will know once and for all if America is really alive or...
"America?!" I cried out a bit more desperately as I ran up the damaged stairs and onto the landing. America's not dead, he's not! I won't see a pile of ashes! America is alive, trying to get help! Or he is still recuperating from having his whole body burned! He's alive, he's got to be! I'm not going to see a pile of ashes, I won't, I won't, I…
I stopped. My heart once again stopped beating and my world stopped turning. The only thing I could see was the small pile of ashes a few feet in front of me. Without thinking, I walked forward till I was only a few inches away from the ashes. The ashes that clearly belonged to America.
"No. NOO!" I cried as I fell to my knees, tears of grief and crushed hope sliding down my face. "No…no…you…you were supposed to be alive…you were supposed to help me save the others…you…weren't supposed to be dead forever…"
Still sobbing, I took out the item I took from England just before I left the others to escape England's property. Through my tears, I looked at the small and old soldier that England once gave America. The soldier that America cherished very much, and later gave to Wales for safekeeping. The soldier that gave me hope that America might be coming back to life. Hope that I realized through my awakened yet horrible grief that was very much false.
"I…I was going to give this back to you when we were reunited…but…I guess…this will have to be good enough…" I choked out as I laid the toy soldier against America's ashes. I didn't pay attention to the small ray of white light the corner of my eyes managed to catch before I closed them. Instead, I just laid my head against the floor, and sobbed my once again broken heart out.
Poor Canada...what's going to happen now? Stay tune to this story and you will find out! Please review and I will update either tomorrow or Wednesday! Till then, thank you!