Sorry if this ones bad and all, I just hope you guys like it and if you don't then that's alright.
Francis-France
Alfred- America
Yao- China
Katyusha smelt something, most likely food, which causes her to wake up and her stomach grumble slightly. She sat up and saw Arthur eating some canned beans, as she stared at it , her stomach grumbled a bit more. "What? Are you hungry?" He asked, frowning as he did.
"Da, do you have something for me to eat?" Arthur frowned for a moment and just gave her the beans he had been eating, only half of it was left. Katyusha took the beans, food was food after all. Not long after she ate the beans, they didn't taste that good, but she still ate those beans. After a couple of minutes Arthur stood up and put on his mask, "Now, I'm going back to the rest of my group, you can follow me if you want, but I won't guarantee your survival in this place, otherwise known as, all men for themselves." before heading outside the broken down building, and into the coldness of the nuclear wintery world.
The Ukrainian woman wished Arthur could've worded his sentence better but couldn't muster up the courage to tell him so. Though, in the end Katyusha put on her own gas mask and followed Arthur into the snowy abyss.
Hours and hours passed as they walked , Arthur, hoping to find the rest of the group, while Katyusha hoping they could find some shelter soon. As they trudged through the snow, a distant roar could be heard. "Hell bears!" Arthur said aloud clenching his fists for a moment. "Dammit!" He screamed, Katyusha glanced over her shoulder and spotted the hideous three-legged creatures that were once normal bears. Two of them, and they were both running towards them. Arthur then pulled out a pistol and shot a few bullets at the mutant bears. "That'll slow them down, run!" He spat out in Russian before taking off, leaving Katyusha behind, until the Ukrainian decided to run herself.
Running quickly tired Katyusha and hoped that the mutant bears weren't still behind her. She then glanced over her shoulder and sighed in relief. "Thank God," She murmured before feeling a hand on her shoulder and screaming. It was just Arthur. "Stop screaming you twit." Arthur ordered in Russian, "We're almost there," he murmured before walking off , Katyusha had stopped screaming and followed the man. She also had noticed something different about Arthur from before, there was something in his pockets or bags. It looked somewhat large, a bottle of some sort? Yet Katyusha stopped thinking about it and continued to trudge after Arthur.
About one hour passed until they reached some sort of destroyed village, that was seemingly unfamiliar to her. Arthur then asked "Have you ever been to Poland before?" , Katyusha shook her head. "Well then welcome to what remains of it." Arthur said, glancing at Katyusha before he started to trudge through the snow quite quickly and into a broken down building. Katyusha followed soon after, not wanting to be left in this snowy abyss alone and without a weapon. Yet, when she had arrived in the small house she spotted a lit fire, creating warmth from the already cold room and three other men that weren't Arthur. One was a man with chin length hair, that was blond, his eyes were blue and he had a bit of chin stubble. He was wearing clothing that looked somewhat fashionable, but were mostly tattered and patched up. The second one seemed to be a 19 year old or maybe even younger. He wore broken glasses and his eyes were blue, not to mention his hair was blond. His pants were baggy while all he wore on top was a gray t-shirt with a patched up brown bomber jacket. The final man was wrapped in a blanket and she hoped the poor thing was sleeping, he also looked to be 19 years and his hair was also blond and chin length. Yet, he looked deathly ,and not to mention from what she could see , it looked as if he had also been attacked by a vicious creature. He also , wasn't wearing a shirt.
"They took Yao, that stupid commie took Yao." The 19 year old boy with the glasses had said to Arthur "But he dropped this dude instead, wonder what's wrong with him."
"Ivan took Yao?" Arthur gulped for a moment before the blonde man with the blue eyes nodded.
"Oui,Alfred said that many times , couldn't you here that you Black Sheep of Europe. Yet , I couldn't help but notice you brought a guest, a guest that is a girl." Katyusha gulped for a moment, before breaking into tears.
"Please don't hurt me! I am defenseless! It will give you no benefit." Katyusha said in the best French she could possibly speak, it seemed that all those years of secretly teaching her that said language would actually come in handy.
"Yekaterina, Francis will not hurt you, yet, you can speak bloody French?" Katyusha nodded before Arthur glanced over to Francis. "Shut it frog! Just be glad I brought you something." Arthur spat out in French before throwing something out of his pocket or bag? A wine bottle, with some wine still in it. Francis caught the wine bottle and glanced at it for a moment. Yet, Katyusha shook her head in reply to Arthur.
"My God, it is one of my favorite wines!" Arthur looked away from the Frenchman.
"I just found it, don't think I actually knew or cared that it was your favorite." Arthur responded, a blush creeping up on his face out of embarrassment. Francis just smiled before putting the wine bottle close to the fire, it must've been frozen. Alfred, who had been watching and listening to the whole entire conversation had finally said "What, are you guys talking to that girl? Can she understand me? Woman. Do . You . Speak . English?"
"What is he saying?" Katyusha asked now in Russian to Arthur.
"Oh, don't listen to him, Alfred , she can't speak English you twit." Arthur said, half in Russian and half in English, crossing his arms as he did.
"Awww that sucks, how the hell am I going to talk to her now?"
"I'll be a translator for you, okay?" Alfred nodded in reply, frowning slightly as he did.
Until suddenly the man no one knew the identity of woke up , quite quickly. He started to say things quiet quickly until he said something in Russian "Am I dead?"