The Walking Dead: Hetalia Version

A New Day: Part 3

America ran as fast as he could, considering the current state of his leg. He tripped a few times, but managed to jump over a fence before he was eaten alive.

He found himself in someone's back yard. There was a back porch and glass sliding door, and a large tree with a treehouse. He slowly stumbled onto the porch and knocked lightly. "Hello? Anyone in there?" he asked, peering through the glass.

Nothing.

He sat there for a few minutes before thinking of what to do. It finally occurred to him to try to open the door. It slide right open.

"I'm coming in!" he said nervously. "I'm not an intruder....well technically I am but you get the point!"

Still, not a sound was heard.

He looked around and noticed a pool of blood on the ground. He walked past it as it started to freak him out.

Heading into the living area, he noticed a phone with four new messages on the answering machine. He played them aloud.

Message 1:

Hey, Sandra! Thank you so much for keeping an eye on Amelia while we're away! We promise we'll be back before your spring break!

Message 2:

Hey, it's me again, Ed got into some trouble here in Savannah so we took him to the hospital to get him checked out. We might be coming home a day or two late, nothing to be worried about though.

Message 3:

Oh...thank god! I've been trying to get to a phone all day, the hospital staff won't let us leave and they won't tell us what's going on! Take Amelia with you back to your house, please, I don't know when we'll be home.

Message 4:

Amelia...baby...if you hear this...call the police. That's 9-1-1. We love you....we love you...we l-

End of Messages

America stood there, puzzled. "What the shit? There must be a state of emergency or something..."

"Hello?"

He jumped a bit. What was that noise? It sounded like someone speaking...a child specifically. Probably no older than 10.  He slowly walked into the direction of the sound, which was the kitchen. Looking through the drawers and cupboards, he found a walkie talkie. "H-hello?" he asked, warily.

"You're not my daddy."

No, but I could be...wait fuck I think this is a kid shitshitshit," he thought. "No....I'm not. My name's Amer-uh, Alfred. What's yours?"

"Amelia."

"Uh, nice to meet you Amelia. Where are your parents, kid? And where are you? Don't jump out and scare me..."

"My parents are in Savannah...and I'm in my treehouse. Can you see me? I can see you."

America walked over to the door that he had entered through. He looked up and sure enough, there was a little girl. She was small, and wore a white dress with an American flag across the front. Her hair was blonde and wavy, covered by a blue and white baseball cap with the capital letter "D" on it. America waved over to her.

She started to wave back, but then she screamed and appeared to hide.

America turned and fell to the floor.