Hetalia-Worldwide Plague Outbreak

The Day Of The Fall Of The World

The second England entered the building, he crashed right into France. The two of them forgot the entire scene around them, and embraced. "Mon dieu, Angleterre, I missed you so much. And might I add, you're quite..."hot" when you're covered in ashes," France said, blushing (but not from the fire) and hugging England tighter.

"I missed you too! Every second without you was a year in hell," England said, burying his face in France's neck. They forgot everything, for a matter of seconds. For the few precious moments they were tangled in each other's love, there was no fire. No plague. No world destruction. No cure, no illness. Everything was perfect, heaven, they were floating among the clouds. England could almost hear the angels singing.

A creeeaaak pierced their perfect stillness, and France yanked England sideways as a burning board collapsed where they'd been standing. "We have to get out!" England cried. "But find America first!"

"DUDES! HELP!" America cried weakly, from a distance. England ran into the flames, but France's strong arm pulled him back, and dragged him out of the building where Russia was waiting. The three men stood, watching the building burn, listening to the crackling and creaking and hissing of the boards breaking and the fire growing. Hungary, Belarus and America were stuck inside.

Minutes passed. Nobody came out of the building. France and England stood, staring at the building. America...was dead. France heard a sniffle beside him.

Russia was crying. "Both my sisters..." he whispered, gripping his scarf, squeezing it until his knuckles turned white. "I swore I wouldn't let this happen..." he sat on the ground, staring at the building, his face unmoving and emotionless, tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes telling his story. You could gaze into Russia's eyes at that moment and see him breaking inside. His soul was being crushed, his heart smashing, Russia losing an impossible war to Russia. It was...scary.

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A scream cut through the deafening silence that had overtook them.

Hungary fell out a third story window, her clothes ripped and torn, a huge backpack strapped to her back (no doubt it was full of vials of cure and revival medicine). She landed hard on the ground, then crumpled into a ball and groaned. Sliding the backpack off her back as she stood, she mouthed the words, "cure medicines and formulas." Everyone half-smiled with relief.

Hungary backed away from the building. "Belarus was right behind me," she said, and as predicted, Belarus jumped out the window, a large pack on her back, and bags of medicines in her hands. "We're still missing...America."

Out of nowhere, France jumped away from England, then ran into the building. "NO! YOU BLOODY IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

But France's explanation was drowned out by the crackling of the flames.

Inside the building, France parkoured under hanging rafters, over objects on fire, through tunnels of the blaze. "AMERIQUE! AMERIQUE!" He cried, running faster as a trail of flames followed him.

"Dude...help..." A soft cry came. France threw open the door to the supply closet beside him, and picked up a burnt, ash covered America, then looked around. There was no way out. He'd have to run through the wall of flames surrounding him.

So he ran.

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France woke to England sitting beside him. They were in a hospital room. "England...?" he said softly. "Tell me what happened..."

"You tried to run through the flames to rescue America...he was okay," England said with a smile, "you...on the other hand...weren't so great." His smile faded.

"As long as you're here...I'm amazing," France said with a weak smile. England kissed his forehead.

"You see, you threw America out a window in an attempt to save him and drop the load...he landed safely on top of a very unhappy Russia, but you have major third degree burns." England smiled a tiny bit. "But I still love you, you hideously beautiful pervert, you."

France chuckled, but it hurt his lungs, so he stopped. "What about the cure? The medicine? Is the world ok? Where am I?" He asked. England shushed him.

"The world is amazing! All the countries have returned. Belarus and Hungary's medicines worked their magic and brought back the populations of the world, therefore returning all the countries to their former states. Oh, frog, its a miracle! All the cities, states, countries, everything! They're all okay! We survived!" England exclaimed, and Hungary and Japan strode into the room, cameras around their necks. They clicked mad pictures of France and England together before running from the room again. A warm smile crossed France's face.

It was all going to be okay.

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ONE MONTH AFTER THE CURE

Germany banged the table with his fist in frustration to get everyone's attention. Prussia laughed and offered him a beer.

Hungary and Japan took wild pictures of France and England trying to sneak kisses.

America talked over Germany, trying to tell everyone he had been the hero of the plague, and America's states drowned him in a United State sea.

Russia looked around at everyone fear in his eyes but his face calm as Belarus clung to his arm with one hand and wrapped his scarf around her neck with the other.

Switzerland was considering firing a blank at the ceiling to silence everyone, but Liechtenstein and her kitten voice had convinced him otherwise.

China was trying to take the fireworks away from Hong Kong, telling him that explosives inside buildings were a strict no no.

Italy skipped around the table, handing everyone complimentary white flags for the next war that decided to break out.

Romano followed Spain around the table, glaring at everyone and holding a basket of tomatoes while Spain grabbed tomatoes and threw them at people.

Austria dismissed everyone, then stood to leave to play on his piano.

Canada sat at the back of the room, being his passive self and letting Cuba karate chop him into oblivion.

The Nordics stood in their own little tribe at the side of the room, arguing with one another.

Sealand danced around the Baltic trio, humming and flying a toy jetplane around the three.

ONE YEAR AFTER THE DAY OF THE OUTBREAK

"And today we celebrate the annual Day Of The Fall Of The World!" Germany yelled, a huge smile on his face as the countries whooped and cheered below the stage he was standing on. He raised his drink, everyone raised their drinks, and they all screamed in perfect harmony, "LOOK AT US NOW! WE SURVIVED THE PLAGUE OUTBREAK THAT BROUGHT DOWN THE WORLD! WE ARE BACK! THROW HELL AT US, WE SURVIVE! NOTHING CAN STOP US! TODAY WE CELEBRATE THE DAY THE WORLD ENDED, LOOK AT US NOW!!!!!"