My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 52

During a G8 meeting, a tornado hits and Alfred gets sucked in

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The G8 meeting taking place in Topeka, Kansas was in full swing. The normal arguments were being yelled and the petty fights were just beginning. America sat back with his twin to watch how the meeting completely dissolved without them lending a single word. Britain and France were at each other's throats, Japan was trying to break them apart while Germany attempted to pry Italy from his body. Russia just kept to himself, but his dark aura is what was causing Italy to cling to Germany so freaking tightly.

"Dudes! Come on! We totally need to focus! As the hero, I will-" American suddenly felt dizzy, losing hit footing and nearly collapsing. Canada shot up and caught America, him stumbling under the sudden weight of his younger twin.

"Al, is everything ok? You look pale," Canada whispered as he helped Alfred steady his steps and set him in the chair. Most of the arguing had stopped as the rest of the group watched America begin to dry heave. France instantly grabbed a wastebasket and gave it to Canada, who got it under Alfred just in time as he began to vomit.

"Alfred!"
"Fredka!"

Both Britain and Russia yelled as they ran to his side. Russia kept the hair from America's face while Britain rubbed his back. France was lightly blowing on his face to help him cool down and Canada kept holding the wastebasket.

"Italy, go get ze first aid kit from ze drawer," Germany instructed the smaller nation, who nodded and went to fetch the kit. When he returned, Germany got the thermometer and took America's temperature.

"Ve~ What does it say?"

"140 Fahrenheit, meaning he has a 40 Celsius fever," Germany put the thermometer back and began to gather different supplies.

That's when an alarm began to sound outside and all of their phones loudly buzzed.

"What the bloody hell is that?"

"It's a tornado warning," Canada explained as the group noticed the wind picking up outside. Alfred coughed up a bit more vomit before standing up and taking a deep breath. The rest of the group shot up as they saw him begin to waver, but Al stood his ground.

"There's a bunker outside, we need to move fast," he spoke firmly as he led the way for the nations. Canada was very close behind, ready to catch his brother whenever he needed it. When the group got outside, they saw a huge funnel cloud begin to form. Alfred quickly ran to the bunker, flinging open the hatch and waving them over.

"Merci, Alfred,"
"Thank you, Alfred,"
"Danke, Alfred,"
"Arigato, Arfred-san,"
"Grazie, Alfred~"
"Spasiba, Fredka!"
"Thanks, Al,"

Alfred nodded to each one of them as he hopped in the bunker and locked up the hatch. He sat down by the door to assure that it kept closed, Canada at his side. The two twins looked at the other nations as they curled up in the fetal position and covered their necks. The group waited for the tornado to pass, the bunker shaking like crazy.

What the group wasn't expecting was the latch on their bunker to snap, allowing the doors to fly open. Alfred tried to catch them but barely missed the handle, making him tumble and making his legs get air. Matthew lept after him, trying to grab them and ended up grabbing Alfred. The wind became extremely powerful and Alfred was losing his grip. The other nations ran to them, trying their best to pry them back inside. But as the tornado got closer and objects began to take off from the ground, the group found it hard to keep a steady hold on Alfred. Many of the nations grew tired, withdrawing their strength.