The American Dream: oneshots

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Day 25: Animals/Creature/Beast 

Pounding filled her ears as America ran down the dark forest. Her heart was about to burst and her legs ached. But she had to keep moving. Otherwise, they would get her. The beasts would get her. She had to run. Had to keep running.

If only Pangea was forgiving.

America tripped over a root or rock or something. The only thing she could taste was dirt and moss. No time for that. She had to move. But just as she was about to crawl, a roar could be heard into the night.

No! No! I thought I lost it! America began to crawl, her nails digging into the dirt. She scrambled to get on her feet and ran, despite the pain in her ankle screaming at her. Only one thought went through her head: Get out!!

By two miles, another roar filled the sky. But...it was closer! She needed to go faster! She can't get caught!! America pushed harder, ignoring the pain. She had to get to the road! Where's the fucking road?!

Before she could find it, a large force hit her back so hard that she lost air in her lungs. The taste of dirt and moss came back to her mouth, but this time, a growl formed right next to her ear. She didn't want to turn her head around, afraid of what was there. But she knew that if she didn't, the fear would win. So...she turned her head, looking up. What she saw made her stomach drop. The monster looked like a large gray spotted feline with a long white mane across its back and deep rich brown eyes. She knew what it was. The words barely left her mouth.

"Dzulúm..." As if that was the magic word, the monster lowered its head right next to her head. A puff of air hit the left side of her face before the monster licked her and America could have sworn she started crying. She weakly pleaded for freedom. "Please...please let me go. Please."

The monster opened its mouth and America prayed for help. She needed a savior! As if answering her prayer, or encouraging her nightmare, a loud howl echoed the night. It came from in front of them and it was followed by growling. She darted her head in the direction and wanted to curse.

Right there, standing on its hind legs, was a giant white werewolf with piercing icy blue eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She said while trying to squirm out of the dzulúm's grasp. It didn't work but you can't blame a Country for trying. The werewolf stomped over to them, its growling getting louder. America lowered her head and shut her eyes. The pressure on her back increased for a second before it decreased. For some reason, it no longer felt like a paw; it was a clawed hand now.

"Don't you dare Russia! This is my prey! I caught her first!" A voice from behind her spoke. It sounded warm yet harsh, almost like it was a fire. "She is mine!"

Looking up, America had seen not a werewolf, but a tall Country with snow-white hair. Was this Russia? When he spoke, chills went down America's back. "She's in my territory, Mexico. She is my prey. You are stealing."

America looked behind her to see a slightly smaller Country with curly white hair and an eagle smack in the middle of his face. Mexico was his name?

"She was in mine first! She's mine!" The pressure on her back increased and America started gasping for air. She wanted to get out of here! She needed to escape!

Looking right next to her, America noticed two sharp stones. Just sharp enough to...

"How about we share her then? She has some type of aura around her. You can have her blood if you let me have the meat." Russia had said, licking his lips and walking closer to her. Oh, fuck!

"Hmm. Maybe. Never was a meat feline." Mexico leaned down, his other arm resting right next to her. "Alright. Deal. Her blood will be delicious."

Thinking quickly, America grabbed one of the sharp stones and jammed it into Mexico's side. The dzulúm roared in pain, lifting his hand off her. She grabbed the other sharp stone and stabbed it into the werewolf's thigh. He howled in pain, falling back. This was enough to give America an opening to run. She ran and ran. Growls and howls could be heard behind her but she never looked behind her.

She escaped the monsters' grasp but...she had a feeling that those two were always close by. Ready to strike at any given moment.

Word count: 786 words

Okay. I know I said day 18 was the longest, but this short beat that. I hope you guys enjoyed this short!

Rainy