Hetalia-Worldwide Plague Outbreak

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The infection is spreading. Pandemic Alerts had been issued. Over Half the countries had fallen into anarchy and were on the course to being wiped out. Only a few countries remained The virus was spreading. Let the games begin.

Hungary was in a panic. Her country was falling. Austria was already destroyed by the brutal plague that wiped out 90% of the planet. Almost all the countries were destroyed. Only Hungary, America, Canada, England, France, Russia and Belarus remained. They were all in a state of panic. All seven of them had issued pandemic alerts in their countries, and were starting to slowly break down. The unknown, unidentified plague had devastated the earth, and wiped out every country one by one. Russia had to watch China fall to the floor and twitch and spasm uncontrollably, his skin turning burnt black and puffy, and split wide open. His muscle tissues bled out of the openings, veins, everything, until the Chinese man and his country went pulseless. The FACE family was ok, but Canada was weak. He could barely walk. His population was dropping like a stone. Italy's fall had been hard on Hungary, as he was like a brother to her. Prussia's and Spain's falls were taking their toll on France, who was their best friend. They were no longer a trio. Russia and Belarus were actually getting along, without Belarus trying to become one with Russia, as they were mourning Ukraine. Hungary was all alone. She had no family anymore. She had no friends anymore. She'd watch them all twitch and bleed out, their skin turn burnt blackish and puffy, their mouths twist into transfixed, permanent, twisted grins. She had nobody.

She was rock hard now. She could survive anything. Out of all the remaining countries, she was the strongest, the least affected. But the Hungarian empire was still breaking apart, falling beneath her. As was everyone else's governments. She was incredibly strong-stomached, even more tolerant of the horrific gory scenes than Russia, and she didn't feel guilt or love anymore. She was a survivor. Hungary didn't know love anymore. She had no one left to love. She only knew the love of the guns she had strapped to her, ready to shoot if anything threatened to come near. All the reps were in their countries now, hiding from the plague victims, shooting them dead if the horrific, twisted souls dragged themselves near. She didn't feel bad or sorry for these people. Shooting them was their best bet. If not, they had to watch the muscle and tissue in their limbs bleed out of them. It'd be their last sights before their eyes slipped shut and they descended into permanent darkness. Shooting them in the head was a godsend.

If a remaining live country got too close to a victim, the country would become infected, and it's citizens would die as the country did. If too many citizens of a country became infected and died, the country would begin to break down and die. If the population of the capital city if the country died and became wiped out, then it'd speed up the death of the country (rep). Budapest was almost fully populated, so Hungary was strong. She'd heard Canada's provinces and territories were beginning to break down and die, and if too many prov./terr. became wiped out, Canada would die.

It wasn't a zombie apocalypse. It was a viscous plague outbreak. Wiping out the earth. And the seven remaining countries had to join forces and try to survive the best they could. Two Russians. A Frenchman and and Englishman. An American and a Canadian. And one Hungarian. Their governments were falling, empires breaking. They needed each other to survive.