Hetalia-Worldwide Plague Outbreak

Six Days To Fall In Love

The seven countries lived in the plane that FACE had arrived in. They rarely left, because there was infected victims crawling around, and if a victim got too close, the virus would spread. They couldn't afford to lose another country. After all, they were only down to seven and dropping. Russia slept in the cockpit, with Belarus lying in a corner, on a blanket, watching her older brother sleep until falling into her own slumber. FACE slept in the front, where the first class would be, so they each got their own mattress. Of course France, England and America all took shifts sleeping alongside Canada, who was falling apart. He was dying. Hungary slept in the back, by the only way into the plane (they'd sealed off all the windows and doors, so the only entrance/exit was a narrow hole in the side of the plane). There was a seat where she could curl up and scratch things into the plane wall with her machete. She guarded the entrance/exit point from victims. The seven countries took shifts guarding, but Hungary's shift was the longest and most frequent as she was capable of going for hours on end without sleep. Each country excluding Canada took turns going out into the baron wasteland that was once the strong country of Russia to scavenge for food. They had to hide from and shoot victims, avoid breathing too deeply for fear they'd inhale the virus, and check food to make sure it was proper food before bringing it back. Every few hours, a hatch was opened, so the countries could all take a deep breath of somewhat fresh air in.

The virus was airborne, so they were all breathing it in. No stopping that. They were all under a worldwide quarantine. The only way you could contract the virus so you suffered from the symptoms, on the other hand, was by getting it from a victim. They all had the plague inside them, but the only way the virus would activate was if they got too close to a victim.

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It was early morning. Exactly 4am. They'd been in Russia for a full 24 hours. Day one was yesterday. This was the start of Day two of surviving the outbreak. Russia was the safest country, the strongest, the most populated (America'd had a breakdown and was now down to a population of 90 million).

Hungary was on watch, her eyes frozen on that tiny little escape hatch. 4am. She'd been awake since 2am. The shifts went like this:

Russia-took watch from 6am-10am

Belarus-took watch from 10am-2pm (scavenge for food&supplies from 3pm-4pm)

America/Canada-took watch from 2pm-6pm

France-took watch from 6pm-10pm

England-took watch from 10pm-2am

Hungary-took watch from 2am-6am (scavenge for food&supplies from 2pm-3pm)

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Hungary was dead tired. She'd barely gotten any sleep. She leaned back against the cold metal wall of the plane, happy that it was only fall, as Russian winters were brutal. She kept her eyes on the hatch, her fingers curled around two separate Sigs, one in each hand, and cursed at herself under her breath as her eyes began to slip shut and her mind began to wander. It was near dead silent. She could hear the faint snore of Russia, at the front of the plane, and she heard Belarus shift.

She could picture the brute Russian man in the pilots chair, leaning back, eyes closed, resting peacefully. Belarus would be in the assistants chair beside him, with a hand on his wrist, fingers curled defensively around his arm in their slumbers. Hungary could picture France lying in his first class chair, the back of the chair leaning back down like a bed, his fingers laced with England's. she could picture England lying beside the French nation, unaware they were holding hands. She could picture America lying beside Canada, and she felt a twang of guilt for the dying Canadian nation. His population was dropping like a rock in water. His brother, America, had been extremely overprotective of him lately, not letting the shy, weakening Canadian out of his sight or grip.

Hungary wondered what it was like to protect someone. To WANT to protect someone. She'd had Austria, but she was required to protect him. She hated that little bitch. Her boss had forced them to work out a partnership, and she'd been overjoyed when the Austrian empire had fallen. There was Prussia and Spain, but they were merely her friends. She mourned them, as they were good friends of hers, but she couldn't revive them anymore, and she'd gotten that into her head quick and moved on. There was Japan, they were somewhat friends, and when the Japanese government had fallen and descended into anarchy she'd done what she could to help. She got over it quick when Japan was found spasming and bleeding out from under his fingernails. There was Switzerland and Lichtenstein, they were OK friends of hers, but Switzerland had said he didn't need any help protecting himself and Lichtenstein, so all Hungary could do when both their economies and governments fell was say I told you so.

Hungary didn't like this, this falling asleep business. It was 5am, her shift would be over in an hour, couldn't she stay awake for that? She tried hard to keep her eyes open, but her eyelids were weights. She couldn't win. Her eyes drooped shut, her head dropped forward. She still kept her fingers around her Sigs. She drifted off. Wake me when hell freezes over, she thought.

An ear-piercing shriek sounded in the plane about thirty seconds later. Every country jumped, their eyes flew open. Hungary bolted to a stand, thankful for the scream. She needed to stay awake, and she was more than awake now. Hungary ran to the front of the plane, to the first class section, where the scream had sounded. Russia and Belarus were already there, tired looking, but awake, aware and alert. France and England were kneeling beside the weak nation, shaking and crying, drenched in his own sweat. America was crying and holding the country's hand tightly. A weak voice choked out in a sob,

"Ottawa no longer exists."