London didn't feel right, her stomach ached as if she had eaten something bad, which wouldn't be so odd if it wasn't for the fact she hadn't eaten all day. Ignoring it, London looked around having found herself at the river Thames; it was always a very special spot for her, since she was proud of the river. It was now one of her many tourist attractions, bringing people in from all across the world, well it did until the war anyway. The only people that could be found on the streets now were British, and they all walked very professionally, with suspicious look expressions their faces. It was like in world war two, when you couldn't tell if there was a German spy among you, so you began to suspect everyone.
Sighing she leaned on the barriers, and watched as the clear blue liquid rushed through her city carelessly, it had changed a lot from when she was a young teenage girl. That was true for many things, but the river Thames was more personal for London, as it used to be a huge problem. She remembered how dirty it was, and how it would run down in a sludgy, brown waste, and stink quite horribly, it made Alexa quite ill for some time and impacted on her physical strength as a side effect. In fact, that was the time her brother left her to see the world, and the very start of some very strange and crazy years.
"Big brother!" The teenager ran towards Britain, grabbing onto his large red coat from behind before he could board the ship.
"You didn't say goodbye!" She looked down, slightly hurt by Arthurs actions, he simply turned and smiled gently at the younger.
"I'm sorry, but with you being so ill recently I didn't want to wake you." He petted the young girls brown hair. Arthur then heard a sailor call for him, informing him to leave.
"I have to go now; I'll see you soon though don't worry." London nodded and let go of her brother. As he boarded, she promised herself she'd get better and stronger, so that she could develop with the soon to be British Empire. She'd do it for her big brother, and she'd do it for her country.
"Goodbye!" London called, as she waved at her brother, who slowly disappeared into the distance. She didn't see him again, for a very long time…
Alexa suddenly shot down in agony, as the strange feeling in her stomach began to explode like tiny mines inside of her.
"Ahh!" It burnt as she placed her head in her legs, struggling to breathe. Her lungs became desperate, and her throat felt like sandpaper, tears pricking the edges of her eyes and threatening to spill. Through the throbbing beats that pulsed through her ears, and the increasing sound of what appeared to be gunshots, she heard a man in the distance cry
"This is The New Order! You will obey us!" Shit! She had to get out of here before they found her, if London was taken England would surly fall. She couldn't allow that to happen! Britain was called great because they survived, no matter what. The explosions began to die down to a constant ache, as London forced herself to her feat and stumbled into the nearby alley way, just before the enemy rounded the corner.
"We have a problem sir!" A young man stormed into the meeting room, causing all the countries to turn around.
"What is it?" Arthur asked
"Its The New Order sir, it seems they have slowly been infiltrating Britain. They have guns and taken control of most of London, the police can't get in there and they're holding the public as hostage!"
"What!" the countries chanted,
"They're on their way towards us! We have to evacuate!" As if suddenly hearing his own words for the first time, the man darted out the room again.
"Dude! This is not good!" America said.
"What do we do aru?" China asked weakly,
"Trust the country of spies to be defeated by spies." France mocked
"Shut your buggering face!" Britain retaliated,
"Anyway, I know a secret passageway out of here; it leads to a local alley near by the River Thames. It was built during World War two as a last resort." That's when in the distance, they began to hear the littering sound of gun fires and screams.
"Well what are you waiting for man? Let's go!" America called, and after Britain had checked that the coast was clear, he silently lead them through the plain maze like corridors at the heart of the building. As they went a sickening thought entered England's head, one which made him want to puke. If they were caught now, the world will have fallen. That couldn't happen!
"Stop. Stop." He whispered as they reached a T-junction, he looked either way, in order to make sure the area was empty, before walking towards a door on the right hand side.
"Dude that's just a cupboard!" America shouted, only to be hushed by the other countries.
"That's what it appears to be." England boasted cockily. Pushing a box out the way, and pulling away an old rug, he revealed an old wooden trap door, with a huge metal ring attached. It reminded America of the old horror movies he used to watch, where underneath were zombies or monster wanting to eat your face off in the night.
"Well, in we go." England shivered as the chilly draft caught him, before jumping in. He was then followed by America, Canada, France and China.