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Apocalypse
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:bulletred:Warning!  There is some slight foul language..  But nonetheless, enjoy!


It all started on a day like many others.  There was no sign, no trace of the insanity that fell upon us.  It was all so sudden, so out-of-nowhere; truth was, nobody saw it coming.  The catastrophic events that left the world crippling in the palm of fate's hand…

"Tabula Rasa" was what people were calling it; a clean slate, God telling us to start all over again.  Many would preach for forgiveness, good health, and such things that would give them hope.  But fate laughed pitifully at their "hope".  

Such a damned word it was.  Truth was there was no hope.  None; everyone was either dying or dead at this point and survival was scarce.


~~

It was a cloudy morning in the city of London, England, but there was something off about today, it felt… odd.  Unlike the other days, the air was still and the usually humid city was quite dry; almost too dry.

You where visiting your friend Arthur Kirkland for the week, for you hadn't seen him in almost three years.  It was enthralling really, just to see the man you have loved so dearly and today was the day you where to confess your feelings for him.  Today it was all or nothing.  

You and Arthur where sitting in a local café, exchanging words and quick glances here and there, you two made very little eye contact, but when your eyes met his, there was a small blush that formed on your cheeks as well as his.  

"So love, I really have missed you…"  he said quietly, taking a sip of the earl grey tea he was holding with an extended pinky.  A light pink dusted your cheeks and you squeaked out, "I… really missed you too Arthur…  A-and I have been meaning to t-tell you something." You said, mustering what little confidence you had deep within you.  He looked up at you quizzically, expecting you to continue.  

You nodded and gulped loudly.  "U-uh…" you began as you stared at your untouched cup of tea, "I-I… Arthur… I lov-"

Something caught your eye and you stopped mid-sentence.  The liquid in your cup was rippling.

"What is it, love?  You know you can tell me anyth-" the ground shook.  The sky grew darker and the ground shook harder.  There where tire screeches and people rushed into the shops and stores adorned on the streets.  

Suddenly, the quake stopped abruptly and there where many audible gasps and a man screamed, "Look!  The sky!"

You looked up at the sky and there was a deep orange flash and then another.  Arthur grabbed your hand for comfort and you looked over at him.  He had a worry stricken expression that gave you a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach… and it wasn't the good kind either.  

There was a loud crackling sound that filled the tense atmosphere, as if there was an airplane falling from the sky… and then a most horrifying sight appeared out of nowhere.  

"Wh-what is that?!" you gasped.  Arthur pulled you closer to him and he said, "I-I don't know love…  I don't know.."

~~

All of those rumors, all of the "phony" accusations that scientists had made; they were all true..  

It all starts with none other than the sun, the hot ball of fiery energy that brings our Earth life.  But what people seemed to pay little attention to, was as to how potentially dangerous the sun was.  

Two words: solar flares.  Although they seemed harmless at first, nobody seemed to realize just how hazardous and destructive they truly were; not until fate took us all by surprise.  The largest recorded solar flare hit Earth in 1859, disrupting all telegraph communications for weeks.  

Imagine what would happen if it hit Earth today?  No need to imagine, for it happened only months ago.  The largest recorded solar flare hit Earth, not only did it disrupt all satellite communications, but electricity was no longer available, all televised communications was cut off, and water supplies began to rapidly dwindle.  

People grew scared, and panicked; money was no longer a need, since banking systems crashed, and people stole everything.  Food, clothes, bottled water and much more supplies to survive.  Soon enough though, supplies would be limited and people will grow desperate to survive… even if it resorts to murder…


"______...  Help me up love." Arthur said wearily, for he was very sick.  You and Arthur had been living in a bunker with other survivors in northern England: Scotland.  You and he were trying to track down his older brother, in hopes of creating a new colony.  But the United Kingdom as well as Ireland was falling to pieces on resources.  The temperature had decreased rapidly and it snowed to no end, each and every day.

You pulled Arthur to where he was sitting up straight and you held a bowl of cold soup to feed him.  Arthur was paralyzed from the collarbone down and to be quite frank, chances of survival where far from great, but he was a tough man and held in there.  Each and every day, you would help him walk around the room with his arm wrapped around your shoulder and his feet would slowly, but steadily move.  

Once he sat up completely you took a spoonful of the bland liquid and fed it to him.  He had an expression of complete and utter defeat today.  His eyes had no life to them like they used to and he wasn't anal about you feeding him like in the past.  It was truly heartbreaking.

"______, I'm dying." He said in a very stoic tone.  You looked at the man you were in love with, in utter sadness, knowing he was right.  But you kept your chin up and punched him lightly on the shoulder saying, "Chin up, Artie.  You'll be just fine!  Anyways..  I love you too much.." you said, quietly.  He looked at you in shock.  This was the first time you had ever uttered a word about loving him.  His face grew slightly pink and he replied, "I-I love you too..  But you shouldn't, ______.  I'm just another man waiting to be put to the grave."

It was now your turn to look at him in shock.  His mannerism reeked of pure sadness; you then placed a soft kiss on his cheek, but he moved his face to where both your lips were connected and you remained that way for while.

Arthur ached to touch you, to feel your soft (h/c) hair, to run his fingers through it, to gently grab your waist and pull you closer to him so he could feel your warmth; but as of now, all he could do was move his head.  Once you two pulled away from each other, you placed your head on his shoulder and murmured, "You're not going to die, Arthur, not on my watch." He chuckled sadly and nestled his face in your hair, taking in your natural, sweet scent.  

"I love you ______." He said softly, kissing the top of your head.  You smiled, closing your eyes and replied, "I love you too."

~~

You had woken up to the sound of shuffling feet outside of the bunker.  You shot up, and grabbed your knife, looking around to find that everyone was there; so that only meant one thing.  

A scavenger.  Scavengers were desperate and horrid people who would do anything to survive.  You clutched your knife and held it close to you as you got up.  Walking to the covered window, you slowly lifted the wool blanket that covered it and there was a thick red mess walking towards the bunker.  

"Blood.." you whispered.  But then the image was clearer, it was hair.  Red hair..  And something else that seemed to pop out was his eyes; they were a piercing green.  His face was covered by a large scarf and his body was covered with some type of animal fur.  You opened the door, revealing your knife to show that there was no mercy within you.  But your face dropped and you gasped, "Ian!"

"______?  S'it really ye?"  You nodded and the man pulled you into a big hug.  You laughed and hugged him tightly.  

"How did you get here?  The blizzard has been raging for months..  How are you not frost bitten?" you asked in bafflement to his some-what okay appearance.  He laughed heartily, and coughed in the midst of laughter, showing some signs of sickness.  

"Weel lassie, did ye know tha' whiskey raises yer body temperature a few degrees?" he said digging in his bag and pulling out a tin canister, shaking it and listening to the slosh of half frozen whiskey.  You chuckled and shook your head at the Scot.  

"S'where's Artie?  Last I heard he was crippled.." he asked gravely.  You silenced and motioned him to walk with you, making sure not to step on the sleeping people.  You then approached Arthur who was still sleeping.  Ian grimaced at him and then sat down next to him to rub his back.

Yeah, for brother's they bickered a lot, but I guess in times like these, hope was top priority.  You smiled as you watched Ian hum an old Gaelic song as he rubbed his little brother's back.  It was heartwarming to watch the brotherly love that they secretly shared.  

"So what brings you here Ian?" you asked after he finished his hum.  Ian snapped his head towards you, as you broke his train of thought.  He cleared his throat and answered, "I'm traveling to Spain.  I hear it didn't get hit as bad from the solar flare.  Apparently, the weather there s'alright.  Well, better than this damned place..  Why are you and Artie here?" he countered.  

"We were looking for you, but then Arthur…" you trailed off, noting the fact that he was paralyzed and growing very sick.  Ian closed his eyes and bowed his head in grief. "Well, you get the picture.." you said quietly.  Ian nodded and silence was shared between you two, only to be interrupted by a short grunt from Arthur in his sleep.

"Why don't you stay the night Ian?  We have room and the snow storm is only getting worse.  Plus, it would mean the world to Arthur if he saw you alive." Ian sat in thought for a second and nodded his head, smiling and said, "Aye, Tha' sound's quite bonny to me."

You studied the man's features for a second, realizing that his once broad self has thinned.  His muscular features had worn out and he had red stubble adorning his face.  He was pretty dirty, probably from walking through so many wrecked towns and cities, and his clothes where a little worn out.  

It seems as if Scotland probably got the shit end of the stick from the storm, but was probably still standing proud and strong, like the true Scots they were.  England, on the other hand, was practically in ruins, not many cities, towns, or villages made it through the floods then the sudden ice storm; part of the reason you traveled north.  It wasn't too long ago that Arthur revealed his secret of being the human personification of England and since England was deteriorating, so was he.  From Scotland's apparel, he seemed to be alright, but still in a bit of tough shape.  You would hate to see what Ireland looked like..  Ireland was completely underwater.  

"Ireland died last month..  We may not 'ave gotten along too weel, but that lad was as sweet and charmin' as could be..  Artie's gonna 'ave a fit when he hears this too.  He and Caelian were the closest out of all of us."

It was as if Ian had read your mind.  You furrowed your brows and shut your eyes in sadness, trying hard not to let a tear escape.  

"I kind of figured Caelian was doomed…" a familiar voice rose.  You and Ian snapped your heads to face Arthur who was wide awake and… crying.  You had never seen Arthur cry before and quite honestly, it wasn't a pretty sight.  Ian helped him up and pulled his brother into his chest, murmuring soft words that were inaudible to you as he rubbed Arthurs back.

After Arthur composed himself he asked to be set against the wall and you snuggled into him, placing his limp arm around your waist, which made him form a small smile.  Ian snorted, "The lass is treatin' ye like a doll Artie…  Must suck bollocks to be the lassie in this relationship?"  Arthur scowled at him but Ian waved at him assuring him that he was kidding.  You kissed his chin softly and whispered, "I think you are man in this relationship, don't listen to him." Arthur smiled and kissed you on the lips softly and simply said, "Oh I know I am.."

All of you exchanged stories and rumors that where spread from your travels; giiving tips here and there.  

"Ludwig, Gilbert, Vladimir, Roderich, and Elizabeta are teaming up to create colonies with their natural recourses; so far, they already 'ave three being built in Romania." Ian said with a mouth full of granola, "And Antonio and the Vargas brothers are doing the same, they're also creating a channel for steam boats to go through to deliver what little vegetation that they're able to grow.  That's why I'm heading for Spain."

You and Arthur gasped in amazement.  These countries where doing so well and prosperous; it was rather shocking.  

"'Aye, ye heard any news from America and Canada?" Ian asked.  Arthur nodded sadly saying, "Yes, the border states of his country are in ruins, completely frozen over by the floods but he's moving the population of the countries surrounding his into the states in the middle of his country like, Kansas, Missouri, Tennessee, Colorado, etcetera..  He's pulling in people from Canada and Mexico.  Mexico is alright, but there was a startling earthquake there and it tore up its lands, so Alfred is doing his best to help the countries in need."   

Ian nodded and took another bite of his granola bar.  He then rummaged through his bag to take out a blanket and said, "Aye, weel, I need my rest if I'm tryin' to get to Spain.."  Both you and Arthur agreed that sleep was probably the best idea for everyone and you situated the both of you in comfortable positions.

"______, love.." he began, you turned over to find him slightly embarrassed and he mumbled, "Would you mind if I asked you to…  sleep with me?  It's getting quite cold and I think if we shared body heat, it would—" you cut him off with a sweet kiss and you snuggled up to his chest, wrapping his arms around you.  He smiled contently with a little blush that swept across his cheeks and he whispered, "Thank you love..  It get's lonely at night."

You crossed your arms across his chest and set your head on your folded hands, staring into his sparking green eyes.  Yes, they were faded from lack of spirit, but they where still a very charming color.  He smiled weakly and the two of you fell asleep in each other's embrace.  

After a few hours of a short slumber, you two bid Ian ado, he offered to take you guys with him but Arthur couldn't move, it was just too impossible.  Ian kissed you on the forehead said, "Thank ye… for loving my brother and nurturing him to health.  Yer all he's got right now.  A lot of people have been separated from their families... including us.  But keep a close eye on him lassie, alright?" you nodded and hugged him tightly before he exited into the blizzard, never to be seen again.  

~~

It had been a good few weeks before Arthur grow exceedingly ill, he grew pale and would only eat morsels of his food.  You were growing panicked, but you knew all too well that there was no hope.  He was dying… and there was nothing you could do.  England was slowly dissolving, human life was scarce and health was declining rapidly.  

"Arthur, just one more bite please.." you said, holding a spoonful of the same cold soup you had been feeding him for months now.  He had hardly eaten but a few spoonfuls of the tasteless food and was already full.  He attempted a smile and said hoarsely, "Alright love."  He struggled swallowing it, but managed.  You looked at the man pitifully, he was not only paralyzed, but he was starving himself.  

~~

Arthur was coughing up blood now.  That's never a good sign…  

~~

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you watched Arthur slowly die.  His breath was shortening and he could barely move his body, for it was frail and lifeless.  Your tears fell to the ground and Arthur watched you, desperate to wipe them away and kiss you.

"Love…  P-please don't cry." he said hoarsely.  You peered at the man who had a faint smile on his deathly pale face; he then cleared his throat and managed to say, "It won't be long until I die ______, so as my last wish..  I am granting you the privilege of owning whatever land I have left of England.  You won't grow sick, I promise..  But, I want you to get out of here and save yourself..  Go to Romania and live their…"

You sobbed into his shoulder and cried out, "Arthur, you are NOT going to die..  I promised you that I wouldn't let that happen!" he let out a choked chuckle; he wanted so desperately to hold you.  

"______, my body may be lifeless, but my soul will still remain with you.  I'll be watching over you and making sure you're alive…  ______... I love you…" and with that, his eyes slowly closed and his entire body fell limp.  

You sobbed and held the, now, dead Brit.  Wishing, wanting, aching for him…  All of your hope was lost and your heart grew cold and cynical.  

The leader of the bunker walked up to you with an evil glare.  You looked up at him with swollen eyes, still clenching to Arthurs shirt.  The man spat in your direction and snarled, "Alright, ye 'ave been notin' but a burden on us, feedin' yer damned Brit all o' our food.  Ye are t pack yer things and leave now.  We no wan' ye and yer burden-of-a-lover anymore."

You stared at him in complete and utter shock, tears spilling out of your aching eyes.  This was your home and now you where being thrown out into the raging blizzard to fend for yourself.  

"S-sir, you c-can't do this!  I'll die out there!" you cried.  He grunted and turned his head away to say very softly, "Good, the scavengers can feed off ye and stray away from our bunker." A look of horror painted your face as the man got two others to "escort" you out of the building after you had gathered your things.  

"Wh-What about Arthur?!" you yelled as the men carried your thrashing body out of the building.  But they said nothing and tossed you into the storm.  You sat in the freezing snow just crying for what seemed hours, but you gathered your fallen items, and buried your face in a wool scarf.  You placed a pair of goggles on your eyes that you and Arthur came across on your journey to Scotland and you began your walk into the white blur.  

~~

After a few hours of walking your legs grew limp and your body was shivering from the rapidly decreasing temperature as the sun set.  It would only be maybe an hour before the sky was to grow dark and the weather to grow heavier.  

Trudging your way through the snow your only motivation was Arthur.  You had to live; you had to find shelter, fast, but all the land had been covered in ice, or flooded; the towns you had passed by where burned to the ground or fallen apart from the quakes and covered by a thick layer of snow.  

Soon enough, your legs began to give out and your eyesight grew blurrier.  Your breathing was slowing down and exhaustion took over, causing you to fall in the frigid snow.  You soon passed out from hunger and sleep depravity, only to hear the sound of crunching snow…  Somebody was coming.. Oh God, it's a scavenger..  

"I'm sorry Arthur… I'm sorry for everything…" you whispered before everything went black.

~~

You woke up feeling… warm, you felt soft plush surrounding you.  You tried to move but your limbs were still numb from your dangerous journey outside.  Once you were able to open your eyes, you looked around to find that you were in a wooden cabin; windows covered, doors locked securely, stacks of canned goods, and a fireplace.  

You then noticed a tall, shirtless man with his back facing you.  He had a blue and white scarf that hung loosely around his neck and a small tattoo of a tulip on his right shoulder blade; he also, seemed to be hanging his shirt over a fire.  You tried sitting up and you placed your feet on the cold ground but made a small squeak from the icy touch and curled back up into the cot you where lying in.  

"I see you're awake." A low monotone voice said.  You looked up to find the man crouched down and facing you.  The first thing you noticed was the small scar on the left side of his forehead; his eyes caught your attention shortly after.

His eyes, they look like...  Arthur's…  

"Y'gonna talk, r'sit there starin' at me?" he asked blankly.  You shook your head, returning back to reality again and you mustered, "U-uh, no…  I'm fine."

The man stared at you in with no hint of emotion, he had a very emotionless face, but his olive eyes swirled with life; they were quite entrancing.  After staring at each other for a while he finally spoke, "Who are you."  It was more of a demand than it was a question though.

You furrowed your brows to his stern aura, not liking it one bit.  You turned around to face away from him and you spat out, "Why should I tell you?  You kidnapped me; you should have just left me to die in the blizzard."  

The man grunted, ignoring your statement and then said, "Well if y'not going to tell me, I'm just going to call you teef."  

"And what does that mean?" you asked bitterly.  The man simply got up to retrieve a sweater from a bag he had placed on a small wooden table.  As he wriggled into it, he said, "M'not gonna tell you."  

"Fine.  But why did you take me in?  You should have left me to die!" you seethed as you looked over your shoulder.  He just rolled his eyes and grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of his bag as well.  He then placed the stick of tobacco in his mouth lighting it with a spare match.  

After inhaling and letting out a cloud of the bitter-smelling substance, he then blandly answered, "Quit feeling sorry for yourself.  M'not going to let some girl die by herself out there in that hell storm; that or get eaten alive by the scavengers.  Anyways, y'should be thankin' me."

"For what?  Letting me live in this living hell?"

"Yep."

"Like I said, you should have just left me to die!  I'd be in a better place than this hell!" you snarled.

"Nope, with that attitude, y'just askin' for a one-way ticket t'hell."

"Anywhere is better than here."

"Aw shucks, I think I'm going to cry." He mocked.

"Fuck you."

He took another drag of the cigarette and continued to watch you intently, studying your every move and trying to figure you out.  You just wanted to sit in a pit of darkness and cry from the events that occurred earlier today.  Not wanting to move you simply curled into a ball and turned away from him.  

"______."

"Hm?" the man answered after inhaling more of his cigarette.  

"My name.  It's ______." You said quietly.  The man grunted in response and he slowly let the smoke trickle from his mouth, flicking the ashes off his cancer stick.  

"The name's Tim..  But m'still gonna call you teef." he said.  You just shrugged, not caring what the word meant, probably something vulgar, but you then closed your eyes again, imagining Arthur holding you and cooing you back to sleep.
Okay so, I know you're all "I hate Netherlands, blah blah blah!"
But rest assured, I have the second part written and it will be awesome. Another note: there will be SO much more action and adventure going on in this series... It will rock your socks off.

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I want to give a little shout out to :iconmai-taniyama-anime: for reading it before-hand and just being an awesome person~

BtDubs, if you want to listen to the cool soundtrack I listened to the entire time I wrote this, then here you go! [link]

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England - Arthur
Scotland - Ian
others mentioned (too lazy to type it)
Netherlands - Tim
or you ;P

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So suck it losers~
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Tim, you arsehole.