Apocalypse [RusAme]

Chapter Seven (Rewrite)

   

     America flinched as she quickly stepped closer to Russia now griping onto his jacket as she closed her eyes shut tightly.

    Silence.

    Both America and Russia slowly looked back over at the group, the both of them being uninjured only to see the leader having a bullet hole in his head his body soon falling to the ground with a thud.

    "I won't allow you to get near my family."

    America's eyes widened, "father!?"
Britain stood behind the group of men holding a small hand gun.
"Scram!" Britain yelled out, his voice booming loudly. The men would run away immediately, just being a group of pathetic ants without their leader.

    It wasn't long until Britian stumbled as his daughter hugged him tightly. "You're alive!" She choked back a sob. Her father rubbed her back gently with his available hand, "so is your father and siblings. Come now. Both of you. There's a base nearby we can stay in."

   Before anything else could happen, a bang was heard again only for the three to see the gun get knocked out of Britain's hand by a flying bullet.

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I'm so sorry for the short chapter! I promise to make the next one a bit longer.
I know I said in my last chapter that my mental health was feeling great - it would soon change after a few days.
But I'm back again! Broke up with my boyfriend, got rid of some friends, and now I'm up and ready to go! I'll try to post more often but I apologize if updates are still really slow.
Thank you all so much for those who has read and shown support for this story.
I can't wait to continue this writing journey with all of you!
Have an amazing week! ☆

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