Hungary returned at exactly 3pm, the end of her scavenge shift. She was drenched in bloodstains from kicking other corpses in frustration. She explained.
England stared in disgust, then ran down the hatch and puked in the runway.
France passed out.
Belarus instantly got Hungary a new change of clothes, a pair of black skinny jeans and a soft baby blue t shirt. She grabbed some steel wool to wash the Hungarian's bloodstained leather jacket.
Russia stared.
Canada and America were still unconscious.
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Hungary quickly changed in the back bathroom and emerged in a clean leather jacket, the baby blue tee and black jeans. She pulled out the food she'd scavenged and began dividing it up for herself and the six other countries. A bag of milk for Canada, who'd been shaken awake, a half-cooked meat patty for America who'd also been woken up, a bottle of vodka for Russia and Belarus, some teabags and boiled water for England and escargots for France. She knew what every country wanted, and she got it. No matter how much scavenging she had to do, she satisfied everyone when it came to food. She'd brought a bottle of water for everyone, too, and a pack of apple slices and half a chocolate bar for herself.
The hungry countries dug in in silence. They ate, smacked, burped, coughed, chewed loudly and guzzled (that was Russia, being the mad vodka drinker that he was). America tipped a bottle of water to Canada's lips, and the hungry Canadian nation gulped down the entire bottle. America opened a bottle for himself and downed the entire thing in one gulp.
Drinks like a German, Hungary thought. The style of drinking reminded her of Prussia and Germany. Her German friends that had fallen a while ago. Their fall had been a bit hard on her, but she'd gotten past it, like she'd gotten past everyone else's deaths. She thought of Italy's fall, watching the weak nation's fluids ooze out a large slash in his abdomen. She thought of Austria, when she'd tried not to laugh when he'd fallen into his bowl of food one morning and began to twitch uncontrollably. She thought of Prussia and Spain, when they were walking up to ask her a question and suddenly collapsed and bled from every opening of their bodies. Fingernails, ears and nostrils, gums and eye sockets. Their eyes had filled with blood and burst, and Hungary could do nothing to help. She sighed a bit, then shook her head. Everyone looked up at her. "What?" She asked.
"Nothing, Hungary. You just seem...sad," England implied.
"Well I'm not-" she sighed. "Yes, I am." Everyone's eyes went wide, even poor paralyzed Canada's. "I'm just thinking...Russia, you and Belarus still have each other. France, and England-hate each other, but have each other. And America is the best brother I've ever seen to Canada. They love each other as family. You all have your family, the reason I'm so tough and emotionless and brave is because I have nobody. I've watched all my friends and family die. The reason I'm not afraid to watch everyone else die is because I'm used to it and that's not a good thing, to be used to seeing death. I...I wish Italy was here to give me a hug. I wish Prussia was here to grab me a drink. I was Spain was here to make me laugh. I even wish Austria was here so I could trip him and smile. I...I want it all back the way it was," she said, tears welling in her emerald eyes, which weren't rock hard and cold anymore. They were soft now. "And...this is only a one time thing. Forget this ever happened. Yes, rock hard Hungary has a soft side, and I'm sorry I let my guard down and showed you all. I try to keep it in," she said, backhanding a tear from her right eye.
"Hungary...," Russia started, but Belarus stopped him and walked to the broken Hungarian nation, then embraced her in a tight hug. Belarus and Hungary had become good friends throughout their time under quarantine and survival. The two were the toughest. Hungary was tougher than Belarus, she was tougher than anyone, but Belarus was the runner up to Hungary. Hungary was tougher than them all put together, but even the toughest people still have their softer moments. Every country in that plane understood. They would forget about her softer moment.
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After their unusual snack, Belarus and Hungary had gone out. Taken their guns and knives and gone to scavenge together this time. They said they'd be back in an hour, and they'd left about ten minutes ago. England sat thinking about what's happened with their leader. It was true, she had nobody, and he could see how that could harden a person. He thought about what she'd said regarding himself and France. "Frog?" He said, looking over at France who was petting Canada's hair as the Canadian slept, snoring softly. England was sitting beside America, twirling the American nation's cowlick around his finger as America slept.
"Yes, Angleterre?"
"What Hungary said...about us hating each other...I just want you to know, I don't hate you." England said softly.
"Does that mean-"
"I still don't like you."
"Oh."
"I just don't hate you, either."
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Hetalia-Worldwide Plague Outbreak
FanficA brutal virus has wiped out most of the countries. A few countries remain, and are under quarantine. Most countries have been destroyed, and the remaining ones are close to anarchy. Will England find love, or lose the fatal game? The countdown begi...
