Heavens fall AU, second draft

So Much for Monday

TW: Drug mention, profanity, Google translate,

America struggled to keep his eyes open as Poland drove into the early morning. Their eyes met in the rearview mirror, America glanced over at Russia. The larger man looked weirdly calm for a guy that had a gun pointed at him.  He was just staring out the window ignoring both America and Poland.

"Shouldn't we have reached the UN's office by now?" Russia asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't think I passed it," Poland said, "It's like the road was stretched or something."

"Could it have been that earth quake a few days ago?" America asked.

"The one that happened right before USSR and all the dead people showed up?" Poland asked in return. He shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe."

"That was what, two weeks ago?"

"More like a month," Russia said. He shifted in his seat. "This whole situation doesn't feel real."

"You're telling me," America said, "I'm still hoping this is all just a bad trip."

"That would be nice," Poland said thoughtfully, "Just wake up in bed, nothing happened."

"It would explain why Мама is acting so different," Russia said, "but I don't think all three of us would be having the same dream."

"You're an adult and you still call your mom "mama"?" America laughed.

"You have States that openly call you "Daddy" I do not want to hear it," Russia snapped.

"Oh hey, There's the sign," Poland said.

The car pulled into the parking lot, the only light was from the high beams. The countries stepped out to look around. The office building was in ruins, loose bits of brick, mangled wire, damp paperwork, and broken glass were all over the place and it was eerily quiet.

"You think they left a note?" Poland asked sarcastically. He half heartedly prodded a loose brick with his foot. 

Russia started to walk the perimeter of the building, pulling a flash light out of his coat. America searched his own pockets, finding his lighter.

"I wondered where this went," America said, flicking a small flame to life. He grabbed some of the dryer paper work and fashioned a torch.

"You said Russia took that?"

"I say a lot of crazy stuff when I'm drunk," America said as he scanned the wreckage. He noticed a mark on a desk. A clear "w" carved into the wood. "W?" 

"Maybe we should wait for daylight?" Poland suggested, " See what sticks out?"

America looked up, a faint glow was already forming in the east.

"Hey!" Russia called as he jogged up to them. He was waving something in his hand "I think I found something!" He held it up for them to see, a rock with a white "H" painted on it.  "I found it by a neat stack of ruble."

"You think they could have went to the hospital?" Poland asked America.

"I kind of want to see this "neat stack of ruble" before I pass judgment."

"You think I just carry around a painted rock?" Russia asked, tilting his head to the side.

"No, but a paint pen wouldn't be far fetched." 

Russia just shook his head.

"The sun is already coming up," Poland pointed out, "If the stack is there, we will see it."

As the sun rose, the counties looked west. A surprisingly neat pile of bricks and rocks stood by the road, just hidden by mist.

"Who would build a cairn out of ruble?" America thought aloud.

"I don't know," Poland answered, "But, assuming it is not a trap, it might be our best chance at finding the living."

"блин, you two are dramatic," Russia cussed shaking his head, "We just need to keep our distance and stay aware."

As they piled back into the car and drove off, America felt oddly hopeful. "Maybe this will turn out well," he thought.