I'm sorry, plot bunnies got to me. I really really wanted to write this fic. This is only the prologue, which I'll continue soon enough. Based off the movie called The Darkest Hour.

Prologue

Everyone stared at the lone transceiver set on the table. No one knew what to say, or how to react. Denmark, however, was the first to break the silence. He peered out throw the solid barred window, observing the distance outside. The sun was still up, and it was not a good thing for the Nordics and their survivors. The Dane just gripped his head and exasperation, threading his hands through his hair, letting out a groan.

"How the hell are we gonna make it? What if the Navy didn't receive the message? What if we die on our way? What if the plan was a lie? Maybe they are just setting us out there just to distract them while the rest escape?" He started to panic, clearly unable to calm his hysteria. The others just stared blankly at Denmark, waiting for him to calm down.

"Do you doubt my Navy, Danmark…?" Norway asked in a low voice, challenging the Dane to voice out his doubts.

"So what if I am?" Denmark retaliated, glaring at Norway with his widened and panic-stricken eyes. Norway looked as if he was about to lash out at the Dane, before Finland cut in.

"Fighting isn't going to get us anywhere! If we stay here, we'll die, just in a different way," chided Finland in an attempt to get the two Scandinavians to come down. Sweden nodded his head in a silent approval.

"Neither do we want to men to lose their morale," Iceland added to support the Finn's point. At that, Norway and Denmark stopped glaring daggers at each other and relaxed back into their seats. No one could blame the growing tension in the room. None of the Nordics liked having to see their people dying. It was not a gruesome death, but it was almost as if the people were absorbed, leaving small traces of their previous existence in place of where they once stood. Not many survived, and many of them were scattered around.

The only good news that they have received so far were tips on how to survive and the plan to strike back. But that did not do help much. The situation was too grim and none of them could really cope with the suddenness of it. Not even Norway or Sweden. Their emotionless masks were cracking as the frustration builds.

Iceland moved to open the door as Sweden placed the transceiver back into his bag, a knapsack he managed to salvage from the original chaos as the unknown monsters struck. They were lucky that the five of them were present together when they struck. The other countries had no such luck however, but none of them wanted to talk about the situation of others. They had their own to think about.

Norway got up and excused himself, stating that he was off to do a headcount of the survivors they had managed to gather to hide out in the jail cell in the Swedish capital city, Stockholm. The rest nodded and walked out to the main room looking at the map pinned up on the wall.

"At least Stockholm isn't far from the Baltic Sea…" Finland pointed out, trying to stay optimistic at such conditions.

"Mm..F'w d'ys, I s'pose…" Sweden estimated; knowing that there were no transport modes that they could use, save for bicycles, which were thankfully rather common.

"Let's just hope that Norway's submarine comes in time…"

They became painfully aware of the chances of survival at Iceland's statement.

Short, yes. But do tell me how it's like. I might just do an update soon. The story would get bigger, I promise.

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Stygian Vedrfolnir