Location: the White House, Washington DC, the USA
Year: 2021
74 years left before total destruction
" Do you think l' Amerique will even listen to us ?" Francis whispered to the frowning Brit next to him
" He has to. Not even that git can't afford to lose so many allies."
Francis nodded at the curt reply. Lifting his chin to a proud angle as White House staff led them to Alfred's room.
To their surprise, the American was already waiting for them.
" You two are late."
The pair of European nations exchanged uneasy glances. But it was too late to leave now. Francis smiled weakly while whispering honey-coated apologies, and dragged England into the room.
Francis paled at the messy room, the mysterious lumps on Alfred's bed, that irritating smell of air fresheners struggling to hide spoiled hamburgers , and Mon Dieu is that a giant mochi with eyes ?!
While Francis was having a heart failure, England stared at Alfred with morbid fascination as the man led him to a decently sized wooden table. Alfred seemed...familiar, but he didn't know how...the Brit sweat-dropped.
Beside him, Francis attempted to negotiate with the American, but found himself stuck in the same boring cycle as ever.
" -I would never, ever help the commies ! " Alfred declared, stubborn as usual.
"Amerique you must know, the only way we can survive is to work together !" Francis tapped the table impatiently.
England sighed.
" We have no time for your pathetic Capitalism versus Communism grudges. Please don't make me remind you that your country, unlike, perhaps Switzerland ? Is still unsuccessful in finding a way to survive ?"
Alfred's face tinted red.
" Are you saying that shit about Switzerland ?! Well lemme tell you, if you guys want to join him so bad then don't come here ! "
" The EU and the UK are your biggest allies at the moment ," Francis stated matter-of-factly.
The American seethed as he glared at the two old men in front of him. His pride taking over as swift and firm as the ocean tides.
" Leave." He pointed to the exit.
Arthur growled. He absolutely despises being bossed over.
" What happened to the so-called hero ? Who always wanted nothing more but to save everyone ?" The Brit jabbed in spite.
For one beautiful second, America blinked in surprise. But then he scowled. Slamming his hands onto the table, breaking it into halves seemingly effortlessly.
"LEAVE ! " Alfred yelled, as agents begin heading in to drag the Europeans out.
Right before the two elder nations left the room, they heard Alfred whisper.
" I am the most powerful nation in this world. And I will find a way to save my people."
The three nations winced. England looked at the American with an undertone of disappointment. The Brit shrugged off the humans handling him, before standing tiptoes and ruffling Alfred's hair semi-affectionately, as if the tall American was still a child.
Francis shook his head in their interactions, and pulled Arthur away. The Brit struggled halfheartedly. The wavy-haired blond sighed at Alfred.
" Expect no further help from the EU and UK. Farewell, mon petit Alfred, I truly hope you'll survive."
Mon Petit = My Little
Lapin = Rabbit
" One can definitely tell that he is raised by us, Angleterre" Francis muttered as he waltzed down the rocky path.
" Indeed...we're so obnoxious back then, just like him..., " England glanced sadly back at the White House.
Alfred was watching them go, Arthur could see his silhouette by the window.
" The age of empires has come and gone, mon petit lapin…"
"Stop that, I thought being nostalgic is China's job. "
Francis chuckled at the thought of the wok wielding nation squishing his siblings last meeting.
The two rivals shared a small, knowing smile, then frowned immediately.
" I still hate you, frog."
" The feeling is mutual, eyebrows."
America felt his eyes prickle as he watched the Europeans leave, he growled. He was foolish to trust them in the first place. Fine then ! He don't need those soggy old fools anyways ! The tears blurring his sight said otherwise.
"...Al…?"
America jerked left at that slight sound. His gorgeous blue eyes lighting up ever so brightly.
"..A-alfred…?"
Said American nearly teleported next to his bed.
"MATTIE !" He grinned as he looked down at his heavily bandaged brother.
"..."
Alfred frowned at the sight of his unmoving twin.
"Matthew...hey…" He poked Matthew's face harshly.
No response. America sighed and buried his face into his clammy hands. Another hallucination.
Canada, he precious little brother had been like that, ever since the devastating bombing raids took place. The world did nothing, as his brother withered slowly next to him.
No nation remembered him. Attacks aimed at Canada was mostly meant for the United States. But people kept mistaking Canada for him.
He looked to the window, trying desperately to seek refuge in the calmness of the beautiful blue sky. Just in time to see a meteor hurling at his direction. Just in time to yell 'WTF'.And just in time to shield his unconscious brother with his own body. Then all he could feel, would be pain.
Later, Alfred woke up to the piercing sounds of police sirens wailing. Alfred couldn't die, that's for certain. But just sitting there, his hair singed and burnt, his president dead, his family missing , and his home destroyed, he couldn't help but felt so so … empty.
A.N Let's just accept the fact the plot bunnies hate me, And apparently, so does computers. I typed this on my phone, gosh my eyes are burning, and I hope that the format is acceptable. Because unless I got a new computer...this format is staying ! Oh and I have this really rough draft of the next chapter down below, you can read it if you want ^^, oh and reviews equals love !
" Is this all you idiots care about ? Money ?! " Switzerland screamed at the dumbfounded nations.
He took the silence as a yes.
" WE'RE ALL DYING HERE AND YOU MORONS ARE TALKING MONEY !"
" Vash...calm down," Austria frowned disaprovingly.
The blond ignored him and glared at China and America.
" If you two love money so much, then have it ! "
Switzerland grabbed wads of cash, and threw them at the two global superpowers.
The world gasped in disbelief. No one moved. Not even the micronations. Not even Austria and the Netherlands.
" What ? YOU JERKS WANT MONEY , I GIVE YOU MONEY, VHY AREN'T JOU TAKING THEM ?!"
bonus A.N So basically next chapter would be a world conference plus a bit F.A.C.E , and then it would be either the Nordics or the British colonies. I'm also thinking about ships but I ship basically everything, except for ships that include pedos. But puppy love is sweet, and I still can't choose between UsUk and FrUk, there is also that attractive sidedish known as RusAme ...
And this chapter is not really FrUk, I toned it down last minute. But if I am to write groups like Tea Family ( China, England, Hong Kong ), Hanatamago Family ( Swedem, Finland , Sealand )...well er...there might be ships.