The Survivors (Hetalia fanfiction)

Chapter 3~ Attack on Paris

< This is about the Paris attack. I pray for all of the live lost and hope the families get or have gotten better.

If you don't think you can handle it then don't read it.
I hope you enjoy though! >

"Yes. We shall." And with that, we started the meeting.

France had said that it was wild and crazy at the meetings, with people fighting and yelling. This is not what I expected. We were talking about how a terrorist group that were attacking countries, they wanted us to help with taking them down.

Half way through the meeting I look over to Phoebe, who was sitting between France and England. She looked like she was in pain, I didn't know why England nor France hadn't noticed this. Phoebe was Paris, the capital of France. If she was in pain, something must have happened to her city.

I looked over to Lucille, who had noticed Phoebe's pained expression. Lucille nodded to the door and I knew what she meant. I nodded to her and got up, slowly walking over to Phoebe. "Phoebe are you okay?" I whispered in her ear. She shook her head 'no'. "Let's go to the bathroom, sweetie." I whispered again, supporting her as she slowly got up. France and England looked at me with questionable expressions. I dismissed them by shaking my head and I walked Phoebe to the bathroom, which was just down the hall.

When we got there, she went to the sink and kept coughing, I didn't know what it was but I was giving her space to breathe. But she kept coughing, it sounded like it hurt. I slowly walked closer, seeing a bit of red before she collapsed. I gasped. "P-Phoebe? PHOEBE!" I ran to her side, she was out cold.

I started to run to the meeting room, going to get help. Apparently, the meeting about the terrorist group was over and everyone was chatting loudly.

I tried to get someone's attention, but instead got ignored. I had enough! Phoebe was hurt! I slammed my fist on the meeting table and yelled. "STOP TALKING!" It was silent, finally. "I need help with Phoebe, please. She collapsed in the bathroom..." I trailed off. The group knew how much I wanted to protect Phoebe, one of the most innocent girls in our group.

Lucille stood up from her seat. "Show me where she is. The rest of you, stay here." She said. I sprinted down the hall, Lucille following close behind. We reached the bathroom and Lucille immediately saw Phoebe on the floor, with blood around her mouth and in the sink. She kneeled at Phoebe's side, sighing. "It will pass. We just need to let her rest. Can you go get Ivy?" Lucille asked. "Of course!" I said.

I ran to the meeting room. "Ivy, we need you to carry Phoebe." I stated from the doorway. "Okay i'l-" Ivy was cut off by a certain Frenchman. "What's wrong with Phoebe?" There was concern in his eyes. "I don't know...ask Lucille." I said looking at him.

Ivy walked up to me, stopping in front of me. She put a hand on my shoulder and leaned in. "Take it easy, Scar." She simply said, passing me. I chuckled. "I don't think I can...sorry" I say under my breath.