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Song of the day:
The Lion and the Wolf
By: Thrice
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GILD
CHAPTER THREE
Thunk
Thunk
Thunk
A series of heavy bass thuds boomed, waking America from a fitful slumber. Another one sounded and shook loose a picture frame. It shattered as it hit the floor. Red and Orange shimmered behind the blinds and dimly illuminated the room.
"What the-" He stood up and switched on the lights, flinging open drawers in search of his glasses. America slid them onto the bridge of his nose. The world became clearer in front of him, and violently he was thrown to the floor as another shudder wracked the building.
"What's going on here?" He muttered to himself. Silently getting to his feet, America stomped and blundered over to the window. Al threw open the blinds and they clattered to the side. The bedroom lit up like a light bulb.
Across the sky, a flame roared in the horizon.
Alfred ran out of the room and switched on lights as he went, first going to the kitchen, then to the dining room, and finally the living room where he turned on the TV. It was still on the travel channel, where info-mercials played non-stop until the sun rose well until the horizon. He changed the channel to three, a news broadcast, before sitting down on the couch with the remote still clasped in shaking hands.
"-Northern New York, a fire rages along the borderlines. The cause is unknown at the moment, but most speculate that it was indeed intentional. Many eyewitnesses, who managed to escape the burning city in time, say that they saw a mysterious plane the night before." The news cast cut to an image of a blurry plane, "Right now, this is the only evidence we have."
"So we could be looking at something that goes far beyond a terrorist attack?" An older male questioned. The woman reporter made a gesture and smiled on queue.
"Perhaps so. However, until we get more information on this, here's phil with the weather-"
There was more to the broadcast, but America paid no attention; no point in it really.
"Hey…What's going on?" A tired voice yawned from the rocking chair, "America, is that you? What are you doing up, what time is it?"
"Yeah, I don't know."
"I heard a noise." The voice, with its yawn now passing, continued. It was England. "Sounds like World War Two out there."
"I think someone's dropping bombs on the city…ow…" America pressed the palm of his hand against a temple.
"America!" England exclaimed, "Are you OK?!"
"Just a headache." Al answered quietly, "I know how Iceland feels now…It must suck having a whole war over there…all the time…"
"Haha." Iggy mocked, "So now world wars don't actually constitute as wars? I told you-nothing compares to having it on your own borders."
"Shut it."
A deep, brassy rumble echoed in the distance. It had a different sound than the roar of the fire; it was more like the thuds before. There was also a series of rapid pops; it sounded like the firing of a chain-gun. A sharp stabbing sensation ran through America's heart. Only a moment later, Iceland rushed in, furious. His hair was wild from sleep, or lack thereof.
"Turn the TV down, for goodness' sakes!" He angrily said in his thick accent, "Now is no time for the war movies!"
"That…wasn't us." England responded, confused. More chain-gun fire sounded, closer and more distinct this time, as if it were slicing through the floor below. The electricity shivered and went out, along with a few misplaced objects and cracked glass.
"Dios mio!" Somebody shouted, most likely Spain, "What's happening?"
"It wasn't me!" Russia insisted.
"Waaa!" Poland cried, "Why is it so dark in here! I'm like, totally scared of the dark!"
"Hold on…" England pointed out, "Where in the bloody hell is Belarus?"
"AUGH!"
"There she is!"
America got to his feet and located the breaker box, flipping each switch experimentally. Nothing.
"Can you fix it?" England asked; apparently, he had made his way over, "Do you need any help?"
"They're all broken." Al replied, "We need completely new breakers…but, I doubt they'd work even then." The gunfire outside seemed to agree with him.
"What do we do now?" Iggy murmured.
"We wait." America answered quickly, "Whoever's doing this has to want something, I'm sure. Until then, everybody should stay here, safe."
Ten days passed, and no demands were given.
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