"This turn out isn't great…" Britain sighed. The Google meeting had even fewer members than last month's. Despite inviting all of the countries, barely anybody showed up. "America isn't even here."

"It's probably for the best," Germany said. "He seems to always make himself the center of attention."

Canada unmuted his screen. "He might come in later. After shooting his computer he got a $1,200 check, but then spent it on more guns and toilet paper. He says he's looking for a new computer off of craigslist now." He remuted himself.

"That's about right," Britain mumbled.

"I invited America to my birthday party," Mexico said. "He didn't show up. Nobody did. And it was Taco Tuesday too. Aí, aí, aí… un Cinco de mayo sin amigos…"

Ireland sighed. "That's about right. I had Saint Patty's in quarantine."

A notification appears saying that South Korea joined the chat. He looked super excited. "He's dead! He's dead guys!" South Korea exclaimed.

"What?" Multiple countries questioned.

"It's North Korea! Apparently, he's been in the hospital, and now he's dead, or at least brain dead! I just can't believe that he's finally dea-"

Suddenly, North Korea joined the call too. His screen was dark, but they could still see him wearing dark shades and slouching heavily. "Hello my fellow countries, it is I, North Korea, in the flesh and breathing," North Korea said, but his lips were suspiciously still. "I have been seen in public. I say, power to the women. I am more feminist than America. I am not dead." As swiftly as he joined, North Korea left again.

South Korea gestured at the camera. "See!"

"That is pretty suspicious. And there is a lot of lying going around right now. Not to name names, but China and Russia-" Germany was saying.

Russia cut him off. "Hey, I'm not lying! You just can't get any new confirmed cases when there are no tests being done."

"You aren't testing?!" Britain questioned. "Oh, Blimey, I'm going to have to snitch on you. I'll tell the whole UN. And, I'm going to tell the UN about how you and America aren't contributing to our collective 'COVID cure' funds!"

Germany rolled his eyes. "England, we've been over this. Stop snitching on everything. I used to have a similar policy, and it didn't vork!"

Russia cracked his knuckles and nodded. "You know what they say, snitches get nuked… It rhymes better in Russian."

Canada unmuted himself again. "Oh, Britain, please don't tell America, but I'm banning all of the scary-looking guns here. I don't think he's stable enough to learn that yet. He's already talking about 'killer bees', UFOs, and clones; I don't know how much more he can handle…"

"Murder hornets," Japan corrected. He shuttered. "That poor, poor man."

"CLONES!" South Korea exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah, you're still here…" Russia mumbled.

South Korea ignored Russia. "America is right! It all makes sense! North Korea died and that was just a clone!" he laughed. "It all adds up! The Queen's a clone, and America's becoming a clone!"

"The queen's not a clone!" Britain cried. "And she's not dead either! Sure, she hasn't been returning my calls lately, but that's only because she's staying safe and showing off her social distancing skills like a good citizen."

"Here in Germany, our situation isn't that bad. Our schools are even starting to open up again," Germany said.

"We've got a gas leak," India said. "Several people have died from it."

"There was a prison riot here that killed a bunch," Venezuela said. "My economy is tanking."

"Oh, why's that?" Canada asked.

"Have you not seen your gas prices? That's not good for the people around here."

"How unfortunate," Britain said.

The countries all sat there in silence. The already lacking number of countries was lowering. India, Venezuela, Irland, Russia, South Korea, and Mexico all left.

"You know," Germany mumbled, "This virus is really news-dominating."

Britain and Japan nodded in agreement, and Canada probably would have too, but he was distracted by something else. "Oh no!" Canada panicked. "Have you seen what America tweeted!"

"Ug, his tweets are the worst," Britain complained. "It's probably just the same old stupid ramblings that he…" Britain fell silent after looking at the said tweet. "Dear God…" he mumbled.


America spun around in his chair, then stopped when he was facing the camera. His hair was long and messy, showing off its roots. A mask was over his mouth, but the start of a beard was still visible. "Hey all you cool cats and kittens," he said, "I've got a great show for you today. But first a word from our sponsors Raid Shadow Legends! Are you going insane in this quarantine?" He laughed insanely, which turned into a cough. "I'm transitioning leaders, in debt, and dying! Please, think of the economy! Buy things, I beg of you! Buy my merch! Buy RAID SHADOW LEGENDS! BUY!"

America coughed again. "Well, now that we got that out of the way. Yes, It's me, the great and lovable America. I'm a YouTuber now. Like, what else am I supposed to do? I've started tik toking, twitch streaming, started drama with almost every country, well at least the ones that matter. I even thought about reading once. Yes, it's getting to be like that."

"Today, we're going to do the bleach injecting challenge to make sure I don't die of Corona!" America said.

He looked to the other side of himself. "No, you can't. That could kill you."

He looked back. "Nonsense. I have to! The media told me to! Media would never lie."

"You should go to a doctor if you're sick!"

America laughed at himself. "You know full well that I can't afford health care. I already spent my stimulus check, and unemployment isn't responding. But you know what? I'm still a free man. I can go outside and protest right now. I'll show you! I'll show the world!"

America stood up and ran outside, ripping off his mask. "See me world! I am better than the corona!" he yelled at the empty streets. He started clapping. "Imagine there's no heaven," America sang off-key and offbeat. "It's easy if you try!"

America turned his head again. "Aren't you a bit late to this?"

"No, shut up! I'm supporting the community!" He then continued to sing "We're all in this together. Once we know... that we are, we're all stars... and we see that-"

America stopped when he heard a buzz. He looked around then spotted a giant hornet. "Jesus Christ, that thing's huge! Where the hell did that come from? Probably China. Don't worry, I have a cure for the things that China sends…"

America walked into his house and came back out with guns and a cowboy hat on. He shot it. "The bigger the bee, the bigger the target. Try again China, I'm not impressed."

America flipped his guns around and put them into holsters, but his hands never left their handles. Turning his chin up, he takes one big whiff of the air. "Ah, yes. I know where to stop the 'rona." With that, he marched off all the way to an abandoned, broken movie theater. The country looked around. Everything was either growing mold, rust, or cobwebs. "What in tarnation is going on round here?" America asked.

"Yeah, sorry, my bad." a voice said. America spun around to see Pestilence sitting on his horse, with the other three close behind.

"Movie theaters are dead," said Death.

War laughed. "And you can thank Trolls of all things!"

A little piece of America felt broken. "No, it can't be… tell me it isn't true… not all movie theaters…"

"What can we say?" Famine said, "Disney doesn't own them."

Pestilence smiled. "Funny you should mention that. I actually struck a deal with Disney recently. I can't say much, but I can safely say Disney+'s timing was no coincidence."

America fell to his knees. "No… not theaters…" tears started rolling down his face. "They were everything I stood for. Nothing else could pull off charging that much for water, but it found a way! It always found a way to be the best damn capitalist dream! Theaters! You're too young!"

"Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic?" Death asked. "When it came to movie theaters, I was inevitable. The death of 2-D animation, #metoo, celebrity backlash, the prices… it just all added up."

"Speaking of dead, what are you doing out of your home? Don't you know that there's a virus?" Pestilence asked.

America stopped sobbing. "Virus," he murmured. "Virus. Virus! Virus?" he wiped away his tears. "You know what I think of your virus? I think that it's been closing up everything I love. It's been uprooting my whole life! My teachers miss me so much! I am living through the worst parts of history, and I hate it!" America stood up. "You're awful. How about another question, Pestilence? What do you get when you cross a mentally-unstable loner with an illness THAT RUINS HIM AND TREATS HIM LIKE TRASH?! I'll tell you what you get! YOU GET WHAT YOU ****ING DESERVE!" America pulled out his guns and shot Pestilence in the head, instantly killing him.

All four horses start neighing and kicking up their legs.

War laughed. "Oh America, do you really want to start a me?

"Oh, I'll give you a war you won't believe."

War kicked his horse, charging it at the country. America slung up his gun. "Yippee-ki-yay, mother****er!" He shot War in the hand as he reached for a weapon of his own, then in the chest. Startled beyond belief, the horse stopped charging.

Famine reared his malnourished horse closer. With a deep glare, and a deeper, threatening voice, he asked: "You gonna eat your tots?"

"Yeah, and you're gonna eat lead." America aimed his AK-47 right at Famine's stomach and let loose. He fell to the floor, bleeding out with no hope of returning.

Death started slowly clapping. He dismounted his horse, walking ever so slowly toward the dual-wielding man. America aimed his guns at him but didn't shoot quite yet. He was letting him get closer.

"I'm impressed, America. So very, very impressed. Now, I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live?"

Death stopped walking, so America took a step closer, butting the barrel of his gun on Death's heart. "I never cared about you…" he said, cocking his gun. "All I care about…" he pulled the trigger and Death came toppling down. "... is the economy."

An eerie silence settled around him. No noise; no sign of life. It all got interrupted by the distant sound of a bottle cap popping off. America pirouetted to face the theater. "It's coming from inside," he replaced the magazines of his guns, "here's Johnny."

He kicked down the doors and marched in. The smell of stale butter surrounded him. Each step he took stuck to the floor, ripping up the carpet bit by bit. He made it to the bar only to see an adult's ticket to a movie called 'Pandemic' in theater number 20.

Suddenly, a spotlight turned on pointing at the 20th room as music straight from a horror movie started to play. "I've got a bad feeling about this," America mumbled. He walked to the spotlight, then in through the doors.

At the very bottom of the room, right in front of the screen, was a big, rough ball six feet in diameter with hundreds of red protein spikes coming out of it from all angles. It rolled, using its spikes like feet, closer to the country. Spotlights shine down the aisle, and America follows them. He stopped at a point when he was only about six feet away from the thing before him.

A beer cracks open. "What one?" the thing asked. "I know you do." A spike held out the beer, revealing its shiny yellow crown. Above that, the words 'Corona Extra'.

The royalty-free horror music swells. In a moment of panic, America shot the beer out of its spike. That only made it laugh. Spike by spike, the ball started inching forward.

America pulls the triggers, but both of his guns jam. His shaking hands throw them to the side and pull out a revolver. Seven shots later, seven bullets all phase through the thing, not slowing it at all. He throws that out too.

"America, America, America… Can I call you Usa? When will you learn that not everything can be solved with violence? This is just a war that you can't win. You weren't prepared for me. Pathetic. Loser. Sad."

America clenched his fists. His shaking in fear became shakes of rage. "I have had it with this mother****ing virus in my mother****ing country! I'm going to kick your ASS!"

He charged at it and started punching it mercilessly. The red spikes entangled themselves around America's arms, trapping them, but he kicked the monster in its ball, making all of the spikes seize in pain, freeing him.

It was a moment of weakness, and America was going to capitalize on it no matter what. He saw a dent in its shell, made from the bullets. America shoved all of his fingers into the hole, prying it open wider and wider. The whole time, the monster was shrieking and lashing out.

America started coughing, but that didn't stop him as he dug deeper and deeper into the nuclei. His head began throbbing, his whole body was burning, and it hurt to move, yet he pushed forward. He's already lost so much that losing his taste was practically nothing. Each breath got harder to take. With what he knew would be his last breath, he used it to yell "You may take our lives, but you'll never take our freedom!"

The shell finally was penetrated. America shoved his hands in and pulled out the still pulsing RNA of the disease. An unholy squeal came from it as hundreds of bats swarmed out of the hole. Without its contents, it deflated into a lifeless husk on the floor. America fell beside it, gasping for breath again.

The husk beside him was oozing red, blood-like fluids, and so was he. Such a vicious battle, yet he was the victor. He pulled out his phone and held it above him. It's camera captured the whole blood-filled scene. America attached that photo to a tweet, and he stained his phone red as he typed #wearethevirus. After clicking tweet, he had fulfilled his purpose. His arm and phone dropped as he fell unconscious. "And scene," he managed to whisper before going out cold.

To be continued...