In this situation, I wouldn't mind being invisible...
Warning: Nothing really... except for angst.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. I have fun manipulating their characters, though
Canada
The wind whistled through the deserted city, the buildings crumbling and vandalized, the sky gray and heavy with rain.
Matthew pulled his hood up around his face, worrying that he would be noticed. But as he continued on through the once bustling cities, he found no signs of life.
Where was everyone?
From all the signs and advertisements around him, Matthew recognized the place to be New York City. Everything was sapped of all color, dust and debris claiming most of the city. He sighed, stopping to survey what he knew to be Times Square. The billboards were empty as well as the many large screens that surrounded the area. Many of the stores around him had either been broken into or vandalized. One particular spray-painted wall reading "Long Live the Final Judgment!" sent chills up Matthew's spine.
He felt guilty leaving his own country, but worry was gnawing at him. Was Alfred alive? Was he being tortured somewhere? Was he already dead? Matthew needed to know. He needed to know that he wasn't the only one still alive.
If there was anywhere Al would be, he knew, it would be here. But then again, Alfred also wasn't stupid enough to go anywhere a large number of angry people would most likely be, despite how idiotic he seemed sometimes. The only other place to check would be Alfred's apartment in Manhattan, but that would mean traversing the whole city to get to it, which would be very risky. He sighed, leaning against a nearby building. If only he could have put a tracking device in his brother while he could, then this would have proved a much easier task. He chuckled to himself, imagining the transmitter beeping beneath Al's skin, driving the man to think he was going to explode.
That would be mean, though. But it would make up for all those times he was ignored or beaten up because he was mistaken for Alfred…
A trash can clinking against the road made Matthew jump and reach for his rifle. He held it up, aiming it at the direction in which the sound came. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was only a disheveled dog, scrounging around in the contents of the trash can for food.
He kept his rifle out as he continued down an alleyway, trying his best to stay behind something that would provide him sufficient cover if he encountered a rebel. He glanced up at the sky and a raindrop planted itself on his nose. Matthew wiped it off with a groan. It would be hard to navigate through the rain, but he couldn't stop now. He had to find Alfred. He was so close! And, knowing Alfred, the man would be stupid enough to continue to move even through a thunderstorm. If Matthew didn't keep moving, he might miss his brother altogether.
With an agitated grunt, Matthew continued to walk through the city, being sure to survey open spaces for dangers before daring to cross them. In a way, he felt like a spy, though no one seemed there to catch him.
Imagine that, he thought. Even now that the world has gone to hell, I am still not seen.
And what rough beast, its hour come round a last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
No translations!
A Word From the Writer: Well, that's it for now, folks. The next few chapters will reveal who survived and who didn't, so make sure to follow!
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