I didn't understand at first. I laughed at America every time he would freak about the things were on his television, but when we heard China was infected for some odd reason America and I were rushed to his aid he told us not to worry 'I've been through worse' he smiled. I'm positive he was terrified behind that smile. Everything he worked hard to build was falling apart. That wanker didn't want to leave with us. He stayed behind his people with Russia's help who I'm sure has died with our Chinese friend.

After a while the disease spread to Europe I wasn't worried at first, I was safe on my little island, the rain kept pouring as usual. Then a frantic knocking, France showed on my doorstep not looking to good. "Hello old friend." He said with an unwavering smile. His face was covered in blood. "What the hell?" I pulled him in and pushed him down into my couch he groaned in pain. I ran into my kitchen where I kept the first aid kit. "You must have not been watching the broadcasts." He winced as I popped his dislocated shoulder back in place. "Of course not," I frowned. "I know it's an ignorant thing to do, childish really I don't want to know." France nodded. "It has to do with our dear America doesn't it?" After a pause he added "I'm sure he's fine!" I quickly stood up and yelled "FINE? THIS CAME FROM HIM DIDN'T IT, OH YEAH FRANCE, I'M SURE HE'S IS DOING SWELL!" I held back my tears. "I can assure you, he is fine. His home it's the safest place to be, actually." France looked up from the couch a determined gleam in his eyes. "You want me to leave, all this?" I held up my arms gesturing to my home. "I will not run away!" Shaking his head France slowly stood up and grabbed my shoulders. "Did you think it was easy for me to leave?" A tear fell down his cheek. "I had to leave her." He muttered. Then I remembered; Seychelles was going to finally have her grand tour of all of France this week. "What do you mean, leave her?" I gulped. The answer quickly hit me. It was like a blow to the stomach. It was like getting punched by a heavyweight champion or something. "Dear Lord." I whispered. "No, there's no God, not with us at least."

So there we were in my private jet with France piloting. Great idea right? With my Ipod in hand and earbuds in I closed my eyes and drifted off with different soundtracks of Stephen King movies. Don't judge. I woke with a jolt a terrible smell reached my nose a familiar smell. I looked around everything looked fine but we weren't moving. The door was open I stumbled outside stuffing my ipod into my pocket. "France?" I yelled out into the yellow air. Was it night or day? I couldn't tell thick acidic mist that might kill a human on contact filled the air. I squinted and treaded carefully deeper into the mist. My teeth chattered why I thought wearing a scarf and short sleeves was a good attire for this was beyond me. I listened carefully for any sounds but it was deathly silent all I heard was by teeth chattering and my feet stepping on the hard ground. Wait… Hard ground? What kind of grass is this? It was way too squishy and made a strange noise. "Fuck me…" I cursed I thought I knew this smell. Dead bodies, Dead bodies everywhere, burning dead bodies. I froze in place. "FRANCE WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?!" Seconds later I felt a tap on my shoulder I turned around ready to fight but I realized it was only France "Where the hell were you?" I hissed. "No time for details I found Prussia!" He gleamed grabbing my hand and pulled me into the opposite directions of the bodies. Did he not see them? "Where is he?" I gasped. "I don't know, I heard a distress call and it was his voice Italy and Germany are with him as well!" What we found wasn't pretty. Germany far into the corner of the small basement was hugging Italy tight and Prussia, Prussia's hands were covered in blood beside him was a baseball bat. He slowly turned his head toward us and whispered. "I had no choice." His voice shook and he fell to his knees sobbing. My eyes looked down. I vomited right then it was Austria and Hungary.

None of us asked questions. We buried them and paid our respects. Note sure if I cried I was too busy blocking out the world I didn't want to be here. I just want to go back to my island.

-Outnumbered-

Our Plane landed in D.C. all of us gasped in horror it was worse than were we found Prussia and the others. It was even more silent and everything seemed to be frozen in time. Guess it wasn't as safe as we thought. Without thinking I ran into the thin grey mist wanting to find America and punch him, yell at him for scaring me and being so stupid, then… Then I'll give the bloody idiot a hug a tight hug and never let go. But I haven't heard from him since the fall of China. I didn't know if he was still alive or not. I jumped over the dead bodies and climbed over the many turned over cars and street lamps. Heh, still got it. I stopped dead when the fog cleared and I saw the White House. The whole front has been… blown up. It was recent that's for sure, small flames still teased the surface some of the woodwork fell and broke. Even if it was half burned down I still remembered it like my favorite scone recipe, which you could say wasn't a lot to go on but I knew my way to America's room. It was hidden away from people he was like Rapunzel. I chuckled at the thought. "I'm sure he's fine." I repeated France's words aloud. The white flat door to his room still was in good condition. I kicked his door down to find… nothing. Yes, nothing, that was until I smelled that smell. There was a bulge under the covers of his bed. I didn't need to pull back the blankets. I just let it all out there I couldn't anymore I know I'm such a pussy I barely stepped out my door and I'm crying over spilt milk. Seconds later I heard everybody else come in. Then I felt 2 strong arms wrap around me "Damn you Prussia I don't need- " I trailed off when I felt more arms around me. I did need them. But after the feeling of love I felt guilty and bitter here I was crying like a baby and they hardly made a single sound since we found each other. Surprisingly Italy was quiet.

Boarding the plane I wondered why we couldn't just stay here. "Germany heard of a place where it's quiet and far from danger." Prussia answered my unspoken question. "Where?" I asked. "Some ass town called Coffeyville." I stood there watching everybody scavenge abandoned cars for supplies. "Are you okay?" I sniffed. "No I'm not, I don't think anybody is." I nodded. Once everybody was settled into the plane I volunteered to steer they all gave each other uneasy glances. But when I glared at them they seemed to have gotten the message and didn't argue, or just too tired to try.. Germany tossed me a little piece of paper with numbers. "Coordinates for the place I've heard of." He informed. When I reached the cockpit I locked the heavy door firmly behind me and put on my ear buds and turned on the music. As we lifted off the ground over the loud rumbling sounds I heard it, the sobs of grieving friends. I clenched my jaw in anger. I was angry I didn't know who to hunt for. "Why is this happening?" I whispered, staring at the darkening sky.

"Goddammit America."

Hello! Everybody sorry for the wait, I've been getting wrapped in school and stuff ya know the usual stuff. Short Chapter I know but I just want to give you a bit of England's background with this. Next chapter will start off where chapter 1 left off. Also don't worry if you are also following my other Hetalia story I am not abandoning anything. It will just be slow progress. So till next time.

~TimeWastedAway