𝓘 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰

the nightmare

Note:
Ignore the pictures on top.
They are just for a joke-

Third pov:

The barren wasteland that was once called a battle field was flooded with the orange light of a fire and the sickening stench of meat from the burning carcasses impaled on anything this force of evil could find.

The union looked around him, desperately searching for someone. Anyone. Just a sign that someone survived.
No matter how much he called for survivors, nothing stirred. Not even the frayed strands of grass stirred in the once peaceful breeze.

The union fell to the ground, the sight around him breaking him and forcing him to cry.
He felt a menacing presence in front of him. Or was it behind him? He didn't know. All he could feel was this presence chilling his entire body. He wanted to move but couldn't from the pain of the sight he was experiencing.

He stumbled to his feet and began to sprint from this presence.
It seemed as though there was bodies everywhere. He closed his eyes and sprinted on, fear rocketing through him.
He made his way to the forest, the fire had now extinguished, leaving nothing but a few sad,charred and blackened trees.

He looked behind him, seeing the presence had stopped following him.
"This is not good..." he muttered.
He took a few steps backwards before knocking into something, black smoke drifting up and playing with the lose strands of hair.

He quickly walked backwards, seeing the presence standing there.
It was tall, taller than him.
He seemed to be made from smoke, but that wasn't what the union was focusing on.

The head in his hands was much more noticeable.
The crimson black hair was enough to tell him just who it was.
Suddenly the presence gripped his neck tightly and the union lost consciousness.

*

The union woke up in a cold sweat, his blanket wrapped around him like a straitjacket. He couldn't move. He couldn't scream. Oh he was terrified.

The presence hovered over him, holding a stick this time. Just an ordinary stick. Nothing special about it.
Maybe if he focused on the stick he would be fine-

The presence tossed the stick at him.
"Well that wasn't very nice >:(" The union thought.
it was still there, it's mouth gaping wide, jagged teeth speckled with blood.
He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

The presence disappeared after 10 minutes of a terrifying staring contest.
The scream the union had be trying to get out finally came out.
Tears poured down his face and he sat upright in his bed.

Ukraine burst into the room, closely followed by russia, belarus and Kazakhstan.
He was immediately hugged by them all, slowly calming down.

He held onto his children until the morning, not wanting to let them go.
Not for anything.

(I promise next chapter won't be SaD and GlOoMy and ViOlEnT-
We going to the club yal-)