I don't own Hetalia! End/AN/
Norway – 6:34 PM
It was only after Norway had blacked out and thrown up what little he had left that he'd identified the landscape as himself. It had been a scary few minutes, his eyes rolled back into his head and his face paler than china.
Sealand had clutched Kugelmugel and Ladonia's hands, watching the other Nordics cluster around Norway.
It had been Sweden who had saved Norway from the crush of the crowd. While Iceland had been trying to shield his head and Finland had been aggressively trying to keep people away from his prone form, Sweden had come charging through and lifted him.
Sealand was pretty sure you weren't supposed to move people with head injuries, but he didn't say so. Instead, he looked around at the group and shivered; Norway was a cold place this time of the year. He tried to curl his toes closer to his feet, but it didn't really help.
Northern Ireland had burst into loud sobs, burying his face into England's chest and saying something about 'leaving her behind.' England wrapped his arms around him, face ghost white in the cold, and his eye landed on Sealand.
He made a gesture with his chin, a 'come here' motion.
Sealand backed up, shaking his head; he belonged with his family. Jerk England shouldn't even try to take him back now.
Murmurs were rippling through the crowd, from 'what the hell is going on?' to 'where's the nearest airport?'
Belgium's hysterical cries shushed everyone at once. She shook Luxembourg, who she and Netherlands must have dragged out, but his head lolled uselessly. His eyes were open, but they didn't see anything.
Sealand thought he would throw up, and he looked away, gripping his friends' hands tighter.
Germany dashed by him, and there was a frantic rustling as they tried to save Luxembourg, but it must have been useless, because Belgium sunk into wailing sobs with a despair that Sealand had never heard before. It struck into his very core, wrapping around his guts and giving them a horrible pain.
Kugelmugel's face buried into Sealand's shoulder, and he began to cry.
Sealand was almost glad for something to do, and he wrapped his arms around Kugelmugel, stroking his hair like Finland did for him when he was upset. As he held tightly to Kugelmugel, he watched the action around him.
Several nations clustered around Norway, asking him questions.
"Where are we?"
"Where's the nearest airport?"
"Where's the nearest town?"
Norway gagged, fingers clutching Finland's sleeve with a trembling grip. "I don't know."
"How can you not know?" It was Scotland who asked this, massive eyebrow raised in question. Poland, who was on the other side of him, said in a quiet voice,
"We've like, got to get out of here, so you have to try."
Norway let out a moan, shutting his eyes. Iceland said, in a trembling voice,
"Back off! Leave him alone!"
Iceland might not have scared anyone, but Sweden's glower was enough to clear some space. The nations held up hands apologetically, Poland murmuring something about 'don't overreact, god.'
Germany appeared, saying, "How is he? Can he tell where we are?"
"No, I don't think so," Finland said, crouched next to Norway and hand on his shoulder. It was a delicate touch, like he was afraid of breaking him.
"If he can't tell where we are, then perhaps one of you knows?" England was near now, Wales and Northern Ireland on either side of him.
Sealand still held Kugelmugel tightly, like he was a security blanket. He looked at his family, who were all shaking their heads with different degrees of vigor.
"None of us knows this area," Finland said, and he leaned in to Norway, saying, "Open your eyes. You can't sleep now."
Norway's slowly eased open.
It was then Sealand realized something big. "The place is gone!"
Where there had been an enormous structure, there was only empty space- and flattened trees. It looked like something huge had sat down on them, snapping them like toothpicks. How it had disappeared with barely a sound, with no one noticing, he had no idea.
"At least they're gone," Hungary said, standing protectively next to Austria. She looked around the group like they might go mad and start tearing each other apart at any moment.
"Who all is-" Germany stopped at the sound of Belgium's crying again, but continued in a firm, this-must-be-done voice. "Who all is dead?"
"Monaco," France volunteered tiredly.
"Ireland," England said, in a short tone, like he was afraid if he drew it out that he would betray some feeling.
"Denmark," Finland managed, when Sweden didn't. He looked to Sweden with a heavyness to his eyes, like he was trying to keep things normal in a non-normal situation.
No one spoke for a moment, but then Spain, who'd apparently regained consciousness, said in a small whisper, "Luxembourg."
"That's four." Germany looked like he was uncomfortable taking count, but had the appearance of someone who thought it must be done despite the feelings about it. He harrumphed, and looked around the group. "We have to work together if we're going to get out of this. It's very cold out, and none of us are wearing shoes or gloves."
Kugelmugel had turned his head, and was looking at Germany as he spoke. Sealand could already feel the chill in his own toes and fingers, and buried his fingers against Kugelmugel.
"What do you think we should do?" England said, and there was a tiredness in his eyes; there was a tiredness in most of their eyes.
"Find a town." Germany was to the point, as always.
"Wait! We need a way to transport Norway," Finland said quickly, seeming to be the voice for the Nordics now that Denmark wasn't there to do it.
"You're not supposed to move people with head injuries," someone ventured, but Germany was already on the case.
"This is a special circumstance; we don't know when the aliens are coming back." He looked over at Norway, adding, "We'll have to make a stretcher of some kind."
"With what?" Finland looked doubtful.
"Branches, and strips from the uniforms," Germany said, eyes darting to Finland's naked leg.
Sweden already stripped off his sleeves, saying, "I'll help look."
Sealand wondered if they would be okay, but he reassured himself they would be. The nations clearly knew what to do now.
China – 6:45 PM
The ship-thing had just vanished. It was like in a movie where aliens had technologies that looked just like magic to humans.
Hong Kong hoped he would never meet another alien again. They were freaky, and ugly, and generally not good news.
He watched now, as the other nations tried to make sense of what was going on.
"It's definitely China, me, aru," China said, surveying the land with an air of familiarity. It was what appeared to be a desolate wilderness, somewhere in the north of China, Hong Kong would guess. And to the west.
"So you know the way back, don't you?" Russia was smiling, still holding North Korea like he weighed nothing.
"Well, yes. It's a trek, but it's not so far we won't make it," China said, seeming somewhat relieved with the whole matter.
"That is good news! Don't you think it is, little one?" Russia was apparently referring to North Korea, who groaned and batted at Russia's face with a hand. North Korea was not extremely small per se, but compared to Russia, he was petite.
Hong Kong came forward, saying, "Like, can we go? Now?"
China nodded, and called out to the group, "Everyone! I know the way to the nearest town. Everything is going to be all right; just follow me, aru."
There were murmurs, but generally they sounded like agreement. People began to walk, following China as he set a slow pace.
Israel fell into step next to Hong Kong, stride looking like impatience, like the pace was far too easy for him. He glanced over at Hong Kong, saying, "China's such an old man. Someone should carry him."
And it was meant in all seriousness, but Hong Kong laughed. The bewildered look that Israel gave him only made him laugh a bit harder. "Yeah, he is an old man; he's probably daydreaming about his slippers right now."
"Boots would be more useful right now," Israel said, and it wasn't quite a grumble, more of a statement. He was probably thinking of steel-toed boots he could kick his enemies' heads in with.
"Shoes of any kind would be nice," Hong Kong agreed, side stepping some shrubbery.
It was relatively quiet for a while, thank the heavens.
Canada – 6:46 PM
When the ship had disappeared, Mexico had basically taken charge over the Latino nations, checking who was alive and who was not.
Canada didn't envy him, as the numbers rose.
Jamaica, with his braids splayed around his head. Martinique, her petite form curled partway in on itself. Aruba, with her chapped lips parted as though they might speak at any moment.
And, to the horror of the nations who weren't still recovering from being touched with the sticks, Montserrat, the smallest of them all.
Canada stared uncomprehendingly at the small form, whose head lay at an odd angle. A bit of blood was congealing in the corner of his mouth, and it was hard to believe that he had been alive only minutes before.
"This isn't right," Mexico said, looking at Montserrat like he expected an answer, a reason for the death to come to him at any moment.
"None of it's right," Canada agreed quietly, thinking of how none of them should be dead. It was funny, except it wasn't, because they weren't supposed to die this easily. They were supposed to withstand all sorts of catastrophes and disasters without crumpling down dead.
"No..." And this time, Canada picked up a hint of anger, suspicion in Mexico's tone. "No," he repeated, eyes narrowing. "Montserrat was not killed by the aliens."
His dark eyes were frightening, as he looked around the group. His eyes landed on America, barking out, "America! Did you hit Montserrat, you bastard?"
"I might've," America answered, stupid as always. He didn't even see the dead child, arms crossed as he surveyed the suffering around him.
"Let's not jump to conclusions," Canada said, though he was already jumping to some. None of the other dead had a mark on their bodies, and who else could hit so hard as to kill instantly?
"Did anyone see America?" Mexico like he thought he already knew the answer, mouth in a tight frown, as though they would part and show his white teeth in an angry snarl.
"I did," Guadeloupe volunteered quietly, still crouched next to Martinique's body. Both of the girls were French territories, as Canada recalled.
"So what if I did? I'm sorry I bruised him-"
America was cut off viciously by Mexico, who snarled, "You killed him! You killed him, you bastard!"
Alarm cut through the group, and nations began to let out cries of disgust and anger. The other British Overseas Territories were clustered together, and they looked ready to try to murder America.
"Whoa, what? No fucking way, I didn't kill anyone!" America panicked, looking wide-eyed from nation to nation.
"You snapped his neck!" Mexico said, and anger began to course through the other nations.
Canada could see Molossia shrinking away in fear, obviously sensing the ill will. "Hold on! I'm sure that-"
"It was fucking accident, okay? I didn't mean to, it was just the rush of adrenaline and all that!" America said defensively, and Canada could feel a sickening twist in his gut.
America had practically admitted to not caring at all. Whether or not that was true was not important; the nations in this group were sick and tired of America not caring beyond himself.
A rock hit America's head, and he cried out in alarm, pressing his hand against the blood flowing already.
"Fuck you!" came the cry, and a rally of cries followed it.
Canada knew now was no time for reasoning, as other nations began to pick up rocks. He grabbed Molossia, and shouted, "Run, America, you idiot!"
America hesitated for only a millisecond, and then ran for his life like a frightened deer.
Canada ran in the opposite direction with Molossia, feeling that it probably wasn't safe for either of them. In any case, it was his home; he could keep them safe no matter what.
As they disappeared into the woods, Canada prayed that America, as idiotic as he was, survived.
There was no telling who was faster.
/AN/ Well, I'm pretty pleased with the European nations part. I hope you all like this update, even though it seems I've lost a lot of interest.