America had volunteered to host the next G-8 meeting, and chose the next meeting to take place in Texas. Some of the other countries, (especially the norther countries), weren't too happy with the fact that they would have to go to a state with over 100 degree weather, but they sucked it up. However, half way through the meeting the sky outside started to get dark.
"Hey America, is it normal for the sky to get green over here?" Italy asked nervously as he looked out the window.
"Yes Italy, it is normal for the sky to turn green sometimes." America said as he walked over to the window and looked outside with a worried look.
"Oh good." Italy said with a sigh a relief. "I thought that it was so-"
"It usually means that a tornado is on the way." America said in a serious tone.
"What the fuck do you mean it's a sign of a tornado?" Romano asked in a terrified voice.
As Romano said this, hail suddenly started to fall, and America's phone started to buzz loudly on the table. Snatching his phone, America read the emergency message.
"Oh shit." America muttered. "Listen up everyone, this is not a drill. There is a sighting of a tornado forming about ten miles away from here."
"I'm too pretty to die!" France said in a panic.
"France, we've lived for how many years?" England asked with an annoyed look. "I think we know what to do in this situation."
"What kind of death trap is this country?" Germany asked in horror as he raced over to the window.
"GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOW! FOR GODS SAKE DO YOU WANT TO GET KILLED?" America yelled as he jerked Germany away from the window. "Don't you know it's dangerous to stand by the window when a fucking tornado is coming?"
"I'm sorry." Germany said.
"Does this building have a basement?" Japan asked.
"Yes, I think that we should get somewhere safe, No?" Russia said calmly.
"Yeah, follow me." America said. With that, the other nations followed America down the stairs and into a small room. Shutting and locking the door behind them, America led them to the side of the room farthest from the door and had all of them sit on the floor.
"Canada, can you check your phone and see how far away the tornado is now?" America asked. Nodding, Canada pulled out his cell phone and read the emergency notice.
"Seven miles and closing in." Canada said nervously. "It seems to be an F-3."
"Crap." America said running his fingers through his hair. "I really liked this building. Listen guys, I just want to apologize for all this. I'm sure we're going to be fine."
"You're not acting like everything is going to be fine. You sound like you're giving us your dying apology for fucking killing us all!" Romano snapped.
"Comrade, although I usually enjoy seeing you all bicker I do not think now is the best time to be fighting." Russia said, causing Romano to shrink away from the taller man.
"I want to go home!" Italy whimpered. "Tornados are scary."
"For once, I agree with Italy. I would like to go back to Europe now." Germany said.
Just as he said this, Japan gave out a yelp of pain. "My ears are popping!"
"That's normal when a tornado shows up." America said as he paced the basement. "The rapid change is pressure will cause your ears to pop."
Suddenly the ground around them started to shake, and the sound of breaking glass was heard above them.
"Fuck, we're getting hit!" America shouted as he curled up against the wall. "Cover up your necks with your hands."
Suddenly, an enormous roar was heard, drowning out everyone's voice. At the same time, the power went out. For about five minutes, but for what felt like forever, all they could hear was the roar of the wind and all they could see was pitch black. The basement door shook and rattled in its frame, threating to come off. Italy clung on to Germany, sobbing into the man's shoulder. Germany was trying to comfort him while trying to steady his own nerves. Canada and America were sitting next to each other, making sure that the other twin was close to them. Romano had his eyes closed tight, and was clinging on to Japan, who was trying not to scream in terror. Russia was also sitting next to Japan, and was pale and sitting very rigidly and biting his nails. England and France were sitting in the tornado safety position, both regretting ever leaving their home countries. Finally, the roar of the wind had passed, and the door stopped shaking. For a minute, everyone was quite. Then, Germany spoke.
"Is it over?" Germany asked.
"Let me see if I still have a signal." Canada said. For a moment, they heard him shuffling around in the dark, and then they were all blinded by the phone light.
"Ow, did you have to turn the brightness up all the way?" America asked as he shielded his eyes.
"Oops, sorry bro." Canada said with a chuckle. As he said this, all of the tension in the room seemed to melt away.
"Yay, we're alive!" Italy said as he hugged his brother.
"I want to eat some pasta. I need to calm my nerves." Romano mumbled as he half heartily tried to push his brother off of him.
"I need a beer." Germany sighed as he slumped against the wall.
"I am thinking that we will need something a little stronger than that." Russia said as he stood up.
"Good news everyone, the tornado is gone." Canada said happily. "We can now go back upstairs without the fear of being crushed."
"Well, let's get back upstairs everyone." America said with a sigh as he opened the basement door.
It was pretty much what America had expected. Most of the roof was gone, a tree was in what used to be the meeting room, and all of the windows were broken. Not to mention that the front doors were gone and the garden was nothing more than a distant memory. Also there were chunks of the wall missing.
"Aw man, I really liked this building." America whined as he kicked a random piece of wood in frustration.
"Mein Gott, my car! My car is RUINED!" Germany wailed as he stared at the ruin of what was his car.
"Don't worry Germany." Italy said comfortingly. I can drive you around for a while.
"All of our cars are destroyed." Japan said sadly.
"Seeing as this building is in the middle of nowhere, how do we get back to civilization without our cars?" Russia asked.
"It seems that we will have to walk for about 20 miles to the nearest town." America said with a smile.
"Crap." Romano said.
A/N: America is the country with the most amounts of tornados. Personally, I have never been in one, (and I hope I never will), so most of the descriptions I used were from watching videos of tornados. All of the fifty states get tornados, but Tornado Ally is the most famous place for tornados to take place. Tornado Ally is in the plains, and it has the most tornados in the country. Tornados are freaking terrifying man. So, you guys wanted a tornado chapter and a more serious toned chapter. Why not both?