Hetalia-Worldwide Plague Outbreak

The Lab...

Hello, my unsteady, eager comrades. Yet another cliffhanger for you. You like? I've decided to be evil yet again. Anyway, smash that vote button, leave a comment, and hope you enjoy >:)
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"America! AMERICA!" England screamed, shaking America so hard that Hungary and Belarus thought that the American would fall apart. "AMERICA, PLEASE! DON'T BE DEAD! AMERICA!" There were tears in England's eyes as Hungary pulled him back.

To everyone's astonishment, America whimpered softly, almost inaudibly. England sniffed, then pulled America to sit up and hugged his son tightly.

"It worked." Belarus said, eyes wide. "It actually worked. The world isn't over. This is our turning point..."

Hungary was already at the lab table, duplicating the formulas and adjusting the quantities. Belarus happily joined her.

America sat up. "Dude...what happened..." he groaned, rubbing his eyes. England had never been so happy to hear America's obnoxiously loud yawn before. Hungary disappeared down the stairwell, and remerged moments later with France (whom England had left downstairs, comfortably seated on a couch). She had an idea. She prepared a needle, and quickly injected the cure liquid into the Frenchman's arm.

Moments passed.

"A-Angleterre..." France moaned softly. His blue eyes opened, returned to their sockets. They rested on England, and a smile crossed his face.

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Russia coughed. Groaned. Hacked. How could this have happened? He looked down at his hands, and his fingers began to curl as his wrists twitched in painful ways. His eyesight blurred. He fell to the ground. Again, how could this have happened?

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Belarus, Hungary and England ran to the plane, each holding boxes full to the brim with bottles of the drug in liquid form. Hungary carried a gas can. They had to make stops all over the world to bring everyone back. America trotted behind them, panting. "Hey! Guys! I need some energy food! Is there a McDonald's around here?!"

When they got back to the plane, they heard Russia whimper, "my comrades, don't enter...it appears I've fallen ill..."

Belarus screamed, then pulled out a syringe and filled it so full with the miracle cure liquid that everyone thought the needle would explode. She crawled inside the plane, and they heard Russia scream and then sigh with relief. All of a sudden, there was chatter from the runway. In Russian. Hungary looked down the runway, and saw a pilot talking to a man in a black suit. She smiled. Russia was recovering, and fast.

They'd decided to leave France back at the lab to recover, as they'd be making trips back and forth from the plane to transport medicine. Belarus and Hungary ran back to the lab. This time, they'd grab a cart to transport more than their arms could carry.

When they entered, Belarus noticed that they'd left a beaker open. She ran to press a cork over the top of it. Suddenly, it started to bubble. "Hungary...HUNGARY!" Belarus screamed. "DUCK AND COVER!" Her and Hungary hid in closets, and France scrambled down the stairs.

There was a whoosh of air, and a deafening explosion as fire engulfed the entire building.

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Russia saw the explosion in the distance. His eyes widened, realizing that that was the lab that Hungary, Belarus and France were in...and it had gone up in flames. He shut his eyes.

A man crawled out of the bushes. "The lab..." he whimpered. "The lab. It has dangerous chemicals...the girls...they must leave the lab...leave...the lab..." The man whispered breathlessly, as his lungs were most likely failing him and every word he wheezed out turned them to slush.

Russia's eyes opened. The man had been right...the chemicals the girls were working with were bound to react...and the reaction would be anything but good. He jumped up, and ran outside. England had followed, screaming France's name. The men dropped all their weapons. Nobody in Russia was infected anymore, so russia was no longer infected, and neither were his people. They ran faster, eyes locked on the burning lab. The three would be dead for sure. Tears stung England's eyes as swallowed, hesitated, and then the two ran inside the forest of flames that the science lab had become.