(Did I make an animation for Died Twice Yesterday? yes. Am I proud of myself? no.)

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   The walls of most buildings in the once bustling city were either broken down or vandalized, or they were completely abandoned, which had become normal in most places after America's death.

   Most people had resorted to a life of crime for money. thefts and murders had become a common occurrence as well as the distorted walls, being armed with a gun was a necessity for self defense.

   Though, what most average people couldn't do was something she had grown quite fond of, parkour. She flipped across the disrepaired city and glided on the roof tops, moving her legs in the air as to jump from devastated building to devastated building. she sighed angrily.

    Her and her friends had been pursuing a vigilante for awhile, yet even when they think they've killed him, he comes back.

    She grumbled under her breath as a flickering street light showed her features for seconds at a time. She had green and red hair, and defining green eyes, which had grown dull throughout the events of the night. Her gray-ish blue hoodie stained brown and dark red in areas from the events in the night prior.

   She, along with her team of two other friends, had run into the vigilante that had been taunting them for awhile. They had attempted to take him down, yet they failed, just like always. She sighed again, trying to find her friends in the darkly lit area. Her arm was bleeding, her hands scrapped and her legs cut. She still couldn't believe they had lost that badly. They had gotten absolutely recked.

   There she was, like almost every night now a days, jumping across building as she looked for her friends. She had been doing this for over five years. though she had run away from her home in search of adventure, she never expected to be an outlaw chasing down a vigilante, and getting absolutely destroyed by him almost every time they fought.

   She eventually came to the conclusion that the vigilante, who had gone by the name balance, was most likely near by, though she also decided against pursuing him in fear that his retaliation would be to much for her and get weakened state. But if their paths crossed again that night, she would definitely fight him, and win. Or at least, that's what she told herself.

  Aside from attempting to square up with vigulante who she would almost certainly be defeated by, she also needed to find her friends.

   Harmony and Patse.

    She, along with Harmony and Patse, had been out looking for Balance. They had found him, and fought him, though they had tried, they lost. Hard. Patse had been cut multiple times in the leg and Harmony had been knocked out, she was the only one who had been spared of any severe injuries, with she was forever thankful for.

   She stopped suddenly when she heard what sounded like... male voices? She ran towards the yelling, hoping to catch the vigulante off his guard.

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(Poland)

   It had been over thirdy minutes since Germany had left to look for Russia and he was starting to get worried for the two, he wasn't alone though. Most people in the room had been making worried comments every so often, but Poland was on a whole other level of mental breakdown, his hand were shaking and any question which were along the lines of 'are you okay?' Sent him into tears.

   His mind was racing with alternative realities, where Russia and Germany were dead, where they were hurt, where they went missing. Poland was starting to slowly have a mental breakdown along with a few others in the room.

   His peers were about to start a search party to look for the two missing males, they had flashlights and medical equipment ready, they were very prepared.

  But as they were about to leave, two figures burst through the door, making Poland flinch so hard he fell over.

It was Germany and Russia.

   He shot up, and ran to Germany, hugging him. He was so happy they were okay. The others got out of there seats, and started to question where the two Europeans were. So they explained.

*

"Then he just, flew off. It was really weird.."

   Germany finished, Russia standing next to him, agreeing with everying Germany had said. Most in the room were confused, Poland believed Germany, Germany was his boyfriend after all

   Poland got out of his seat, walking over to Germany and Russia. "I believe you guys" He said softly yet slightly determined.

    A few other countries stood, agreeing with Poland, and believing Germany and Russia, but some did not believe the story.

   Great Britain got out of his chair "that sounds mad, how do I know your making a fable?" He asked loudly, a few others agreeing with him.

    Germany and Russia looked at each other, Germany then took a gun out of his pocket, along with a feather. Which he explained were from the scene, placing them gently on the table in which was in the middle of the room.

  Great Britain seemed to, for the most part, believe Germany and Russia after that.

*

(Germany POV)

"We'll be conducting a test of the dna that Is on the gun and the feathers shortly" I finished, Poland seemed relived I was back, I smiled softly, he's so nice.

  Everyone in the room was obviously concerned about this mystery person, though they also seemed tired. Most were half asleep.

"Alright, meeting adjourned, everyone go sleep." I said, putting the feather and gun in a cabinet, where they likely wouldn't be disturbed, then sighed. It was going to be a long night.

*

   It was quite confusing to me, 'why was there an injured person wondering around the city at night? Why, or better yet, how did they have wings? Why were they attempting to kill themselves? Who hurt them?' These thoughts were running through my head.

   Most people had left, I decided it might be best to not stay up all night trying to sample the dna now, and to do it in the morning.

    Russia had left too, mumbling something along the lines of 'not today Satan', which was honestly quite fair. I'm sure he was probably already at his house.

   Poland had stayed with me, he had fallen asleep awhile ago. I sighed, starting to grab my stuff to leave.

   I shook Poland to wake him up, he opened his eye's "you wanna leave now?" I smiled

   He nodded, getting out of the chair he was sleeping in. He stood up as he grabbed his bag and his coat. He walked over to me, and we walked home in silence

(A/N)
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Oh jeez it's been a long time-
Heh- oops. Oh yeah, just to address a final time, I'm not dead, I didn't try to kill myself, and please join the war on my side. Mili you fricking killed me, qwq. Thank you for reading this trash and... voting time! Vote for who's POV you want in the next chapter! OwO

-Russia

-Germany

-Poland

-America

- ...The Voice from book one

- criminal girl from the start

Hope you enjoyed this bullshit, Mili your a fricking muyderer, and goodbye!