/me Everybody told the American before that it was hard being a country representative, but the man had been given enough shit. He was tired of being the only one that could sit down and take a moment to realize this life was filled with hurt- Nothing worked. Death was the only way one could find out what they had done, what would happen, and what /could/ happen without them in the world. A better place. Alfred could.. do that. He could save everyone. He could- He COULD HAH hA- HE- "America! What are you doing?! Get your elbows off of the damn table..!" The Englishman aside him slapped the American out of his trance, quite literally, and blinked. "..." He sighed, and set a starlight mint into his mouth as he thought about his later life plans.. And then that stupid fucking Russian male spoke up.. "Haha! America, You're thinking about the world becoming your little playground, Da? Silly boy you are, America!" The Russian smiled sweetly, but America knew it was just a charade. A mask.. everyone seemed to know the two were always in an odd cold war state at all times. The direct hit on America though like that had made him tense, and uneasy. He.. smiled. As he did, a small snapping sound went off. He had split his mint in half, and the Russian simply smiled. The meeting continued, and Alfred went back to thinking about.. the life, the death, and the direction of this world's people and self if he was just to... do one.. no- a few things. He'd be able to do things he always WANTED then! So, the American suddenly stood up- And he looked at everyone, beginning to stand on the table. He walked down towards the Italian male, and kicked him straight in the face- And when his brother tried to stand up to Alfred, he ended up with a dress shoe in his damn eye socket. Germany acted even- and he had fought him against the table now, choking him til' he lost breath. Something in the American's head made a small click- and he.. heard it. He.. felt it. Alfred looked over to the Russian and he grinned oh so evilly- Now, everyone was scared, and then France- England, then Canada pinned the man down. Soon, China- Japan, Cuba, Cyprus- Fuck, /MOST/ of them were on him now. The Englishman ended up hugging Alfred and he soon calmed down- feeling just.. more sane by the second, holding onto the same person.. country- /MAN/ who was there for him more than anyone else. "Alfred- Shhh, Shhhh.. You're not.. okay. I know this. Come on.. please, Let's go to the lounge, okay?" England offered, and America took it- The others had been now recovering from that little mistaken action of a feud, and there the two sat at the lounge, sitting on a couch together. "..America, what was that all about back there? What's wrong..?" The American hesitated, and he looked up to the other. "..Please survive." He was crying now, and holding onto the other's hand, then hand(s). "Please.. /Please/ survive.." What? "..America.. What's-" "Survive it.. Survive it.." "AMERICA! FUCKING TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SURVIVE FIRST!" The England representative yelled, and then Japan had peered from the corner of the room- listening in.. closely. "..I'm going to kill everyone." Arthur huffed. "..How. How exact-" "The Cold War nukes are still aimed.." He blinked, explaining, and the Englishman knew what he was saying. "I'm going to kill everyone.. I.. I hit it. I hit /ROCK. FUCKING. BOTTOM/. When I go home.. There is no one that will stop me.." 'Please stop me..' The American thought, but didn't say it, even as he mouthed it. "..America.." "I want to kill everyone. But.. please.. survive. You've been there for me.." "..What about Canada?" "..He can to. I want you guys to come home with me." The Englishman sighed, and pushed America off of him. "..Liar. You're just a brat as always. You just want attention." 'Please STOP SAYING THAT!' He thought. "No.. That's not-" "A brat." 'Brat..?! Me?! ME?!' "I.. I'll show you. When your skin melts later today and the blood in you decays because of the-

/me "- radiation,  You will know then I WASN'T LYING! I- I AM GOING HOME NOW! WARN THE OTHERS, WHEN I GET TO THE FBI BASE AND HEADQUARTERS, IT'LL BE TOO LATE!" The American ran away- he ran far away, and now he was out to his car- in his car, on the /WAY/ to Washington from L.A California,  heading to the headquarters of the FBI. He'd send those nukes.. He /swore/ to it. The American arrived 7 hours alter of driving- occasionally stopping for food and answering texts and calls- The other countries besides Russia and Canada were texting him- for the Russian was /preparing/ but there was no real preparing as the America representative was closer to the area to send off the nukes that the Russian was to his own country. The Canadian had actually been /FOLLOWING/ him really, an hour before him though. That made Alfred act faster- He got back to his car quicker and quicker every time, finally arriving to the place to set off those nukes that he had promised himself and the Englishman about.  Here- Finally, at the FBI headquarters.. the man made his way in, and there he went- going to the control room, and then to the big red button at the control panel, switching stuff- and pulling things, unlocking it, and then making a world-wide announcement. America grinned. "..This is Alfred F. Jones speaking.. Your demise is here. I will be setting off the Cold War nukes in a minute.. So. All of those who want to live.. Get to a bunker. This will be your death otherwise.. Goodbye. And oh.. Russia?.. Fuck you. England.. Canada.. Japan. Thank you for always being there for me. I loved you guys.. But.. this is your death day. I repeat.. This is your redemption day everybody! I WILL FREE YOU! I PROMISE! HA-hAHAHA- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!" The American grinned wide- and smashed his hand on the button- The nukes' stations being deployed at the different spots from America- Hawaii, Alaska, Washington, Florida, Rhode Island- Other state sin the USA that held the once deployed nukes, now sending them off to Russia- But.. the nukes failed, as assumed years and years ago. They scattered. The American was.. satisfied with that. He ended up getting to a bunker under the base with a few other people- And with the food, water, and entertainment items and med kits already in there to suffice for years and years for even a fatass to survive off of- This was truly the death day for everyone. He knew it was the end now. For he could just /hear/ a nuke already hitting the surface of the earth.. and that.. is how it started.

/me Finally. A year fully passed by as the American had been inhaling the scent of blood and carnage and he felt.. safe. Safe to exit the bunker. There was that constant ringing in his ears from hearing the control panel being broken for days and days and weeks and MONTHS on edge.. He was wearing a sweaty white T-shirt at the arm pits, dark grey pants, white socks and rather clean kept converse shoes- wearing his bomber jacket before, and now holding it. He had been eating canned pineapple with some broccoli and chicken after that, drinking some green tea. He had been doing just fine- And now, he opened up the latch, disarmed a few latches here and there- pulled away a seal and undid the top of the bunker's latch, opening the hatch.. And.. nothing. A wasteland. It was foggy with dust and dirt everywhere- broken down machinery, buildings torn to the sides and tops- Nothing was.. there.. anymore. Everything was gone, and now the American pushed his hair back, going on a journey. He brought food in a few bags and water, canned stuff, bottled- stored stuff, even clothes, and bowls, plates, silverware- that good stuff, and the 7 med kits he could find in the open of the bunker room. The American went on a long journey- After a full on week of traveling by foot and boat- He was in Denmark.. seeing someone at a graveyard. Oh. Someone.. is here?.. The American forgot what happened after a year after setting off those nukes. The male looked over to them and walked on over, raising a hand as he dropped the stuff at the graveyard that was so torn up. "..Hey. Who are you?.. And.. How did you survive? I just woke up one day in a bunker and.. figured it was for the best to stay in there. Now coming out it's.. a hell out here.." he frowned. "I'm not sure who I am even.. Uh.. How about this. We can team up to survive this.. together. We can get through this.." The American smiled, offering a hand to the other- Not sure if he knew him or not. All he knew was that due to the radiation and all.. no one had blood anyone- the bodies were all decayed and.. gone. Everything everywhere made him feel sick besides the bunker and a standing tall building in some fancy looking place one. That, was the Eiffel Tower- Still standing and everything.. he was sure that staying on the ground for too long /now/ was fine, though.