Apocalypse [RusAme]

Chapter Ten (REWRITE)

America stared into the window of the isolation room. No readable expression on her face at all so it was hard to tell what she was thinking in that exact moment.

   The inside of the room was a bit dark I suppose to help make the person stuck inside a little less irritated by bright lights. Canada was definitely inside, at least, what used to be.
  He grew in size, seemed to have more animal characteristics. But justed looked horrible in general.

   It was a difficult sight for his family. America's legs honestly felt like jelly as she finally came to realize that Canada really wasn't Canada anymore. There is no cure, there's nothing to be done. Canada's life was technically over now and no one can help.
  America hadn't noticed the two, Japan, and a scientist talking to each other but she really didn't bother listening to their conversation.

   Without thinking, America had snatched the card that opened the door from the scientist's coat pocket. The door had opened as she tried running inside.

"Canada please! Please please! Please come back! I can't lose another person to this!"

  She couldn't help it but she began to sob the screams of protest from outside of the room sounding muffled.
  Canada turned his attention over to her. Seeming calm and almost as if he recognized her. That made America very relieved.

  But that happiness was cut short from Canada running at America in an aggressive manner causing her eyes to widen as she tried to get out of the way but wasn't really quick enough as she felt the flesh on her leg tear.
   Slowing down now, gave her brother more of an advantage. He lunged at her again but barely just cut a bit above her left eye as she was able to avoid that attack this time.

   It wasn't until now that the people outside were able to get ahold of another card to open the door. Germany quickly running in and pulling America out shutting the door behind them.
   She was gently placed sitting on the ground as Germany stayed behind her as to keep her sitting up.

   America sat there just sobbing, taking all the insults that were being spat out from everyone's mouth not wanting to talk back at all. America knew what she did was an stupid and selfish mistake but she really wasn't thinking at that moment.

   It wasn't long until someone brought those beds on wheels (I know you know what I'm talking about) placed America there.

  Without warning, America had felt a sting on her arm. They had given her a shot. Two shots.
  As she was being wheeled away, she felt herself start to black out from whatever they gave her. Saw the people around her putting masks on that covered their nose and mouth before completing passing out.

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Sorry for no updates for a long time. I have a procrastinating problem and it seems I haven't been doing as well I was months ago - mentally. Sorry if I start adding information that wasn't there in the first few chapters. Too lazy to edit. Have a great day. Farewell. ♡