Hello, my fellow Hetalia fans! It is so nice to be back and writing again after such a haitus :D *Ahem* Anyway...

This is no ordinary Hetalia fanfic. At least I hope so. This is my own little Hetalia-Zombie-fic, and my inspiration comes from playing the "Walking Dead" app from my friends Ipad. I actually love the plot, and decided to twist it up a bit to use for this fic :)

Now, I will admit now, this fic in no way will be a parody. Even though Hetalia is a very... how I should say, kind of freaking hilarious and totally not serious, I am writing it so that it is a tad more serious, since we will be dealing with character death in future chapters, and who knows- your favorite characters might be next! I also have an OC in here, but it's only one, and I love her dearly, so I hope you all do as well :) And the mentioning of another, but only one is being used :P

Warnings: A lot of blood and gore, as well as major swearing later. I haven't decided on whether or not to add sexual themes, in which then this fic might be moved to the M rated section in this archive. I also do not own Hetalia in any way- otherwise that would be freaking awesome.

Prologue

Sometimes things can just change, change in ways you cannot fix. They can happen when you least expect it, and can happen any day. The only problem is that you never know when to be prepared for it.

I'm only saying this because, well, something like that happened a while ago. A long while ago- maybe six months? It's hard to keep track nowadays. Actually, there almost isn't anything left anymore that I can keep track of- where we have been, where we haven't been, when the undead are going to turn up again and take another one of the group. Heck, maybe they will take two of us. You just never know.

Right now, my mind is trying to comprehend what is going on right now. Between avoiding death at every corner, keeping her safe, watching another one of us get dragged away to their own death, and losing yet another one of my closest friends. But right in front of me, I...

I'm getting a little ahead of myself here. I should start from the beginning, from where this whole disaster started...

If I remember correctly, we had just ended the latest world meeting, and everyone was on their way home. It was held at my sister's place, you know, good ol' Portugal. I had just said good-bye to her before I headed out of the building, along with many of the other countries who were using their last few minutes trying to catch up one another. I would have talked to a few friends, but I knew I had to find the Italian family first, you know, to get a ride home.

Ah, the Italian family. They are some of the cutest and funniest countries I have ever met in my long life. Always full of energy and pasta. The first one was Italy himself, and he was a pretty friendly guy, although just a bit on the lazy side if you want honestly. Romano is one of his brothers, and he is a true friend of mine, almost like a son, or a little brother even. I actually helped raised him- if only he could be a little nicer though! Sadly I don't know Seborga too well, but I heard he is quite the charmer. Ah, and last is their sister, Sicily. She's a very sweet girl, and is always smiling. She's quite pretty too, although I have heard she can have a temper every now and then. I guess she gets it from good ol' Romano then, huh?

"Ah, there he is! You kept us waiting," I hear Seborga say. I turn around, and was greeted by smiles and Romano. While the other three waved in a friendly manner, he just kinda glared at me with his arms crossed.

Good ol' Romano.

"Come on, I don't have all day," I hear him grumble as he swung the car door open. He immediately took the shotgun seat, and since Seborga had already taken a seat in the drivers area, meaning I was in the back with the other two.

"Thank you so much you guys, this is great," I said, giving them all a warming smile. Italy smiled back, patting my arm real quick.

"Anything for a friend! Hold on, I have to tell Germany something real quick," and with that he took off. Romano stuck his head out of the window.

"Don't take to long! We aren't going to wait forever!" He yells before putting the window back up. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit as Sicily opened the car door for me. I stepped in, and immediately began to chat with them while we waited for Italy to come back.

It's kinda funny. The day had seemed to be quite normal. Usually when Portugal would hold the meetings, the Italians would picked me up on the way, just as a way of being friendly, and I usually did the same for them if the meeting in their direction. I guess you could say we were pretty close, and that still remained till now.

Again, I am getting a little ahead here. After Italy had finally returned, Seborga almost stepped on it right away. I jumped in my seat a bit- the Italian's weren't exactly the best drivers, but after a few minutes, we were actually going quite smoothly. After that, again, it was quite normal. Italy would talk about pasta, Sicily and I would engage in a conversation about tomatoes, Romano would sleep, and Seborga would usually sing along with anything that came on the radio.

"And then I tried the pasta, but the cook over cooked in and it was all hard and made me sad," Italy whimpered, clutching his stomach. No one was quite sure who he was talking to, so Sicily and I would nod and respond every now and then.

"Are you serious? Pah, he shouldn't even be called a chef if he can't make pasta," Sicily scoffs, flipping her blonde hair a bit. I laughed a bit.

"You don't know. He could have had been having a bad day," I said, trying to stick up for the poor guy. Italy shook his head.

"That is no excuse for bad pasta though. Like when Germany tried to make pasta once, but it came out all burnt and bad. I know he meant well, but I couldn't look at him in the eye the rest of the night," he says, crossing his arms and shaking his head. I had to admit, I actually laughed at that.

"Okay, I will admit, that it pretty bad," I say just as Romano began to stir from his sleep a bit. He shot a glare over his shoulder, back at the three of us.

"Will you guys shut up a bit? I can't sleep," He growls. Sicily and Italy pout, looking out their windows, while I gave out the only response.

"Oh, come on Romano, lighten up a bit," I say, beaming at him. He just let out a "Pah" kind of sound and turned away. I frowned a bit- he was just as stubborn as he was when he was younger. Seborga hadn't been saying much, but he would belt out a couple of lyrics from the random songs that would sound their way through the speakers. Only, I wasn't paying too much attention to it as I started to notice something that was quite odd.

Every now and then, a few police cars would zip by quickly, their sirens blaring loudly as they went. Cars would stop all over the place only to let them pass by. I could tell that Sicily had also noticed, as her eyes fallowed the blinking lights.

"I wonder what is going on,"she says, looking back at me. I only shrug as Italy leans over my lap, pointing out of the window.

"Hey, I think I see Germany," He says, smiling. I look out the window, although it was a very brief glance as we drove by. I did, however, see two guys standing out of their car with a bunch of people surrounding them. I wasn't sure if one of them was Germany or not, so I had to take Italy's word for it. Romano took a glance out of the window as well, frowning.

"Whatever it is must be damn important," He says, watching as a couple more police cars race by. Seborga let out a low whistle, still flipping through the radio.

"Ah, probably some idiot who crashed into some other idiot. Oh hey, a J-Lo song," He chirps, turning up the radio a bit. Even though the police cars were a tad unsettling, it was kinda hard not to sing-along with Seborga, and Sicily and Italy joined in right away as well before Romano reached forward and shut the radio off.

"No," He says. Everyone groans.

"Come on Romano, what do you have against J-Lo?" I complained, just to tease him a bit. Seborga ignored Romano's attempt and turned the radio back on, although Romano made sure to shut it off again.

"I said no."

"Yeah, and I am the driver, so I pick," Seborga argues, shooting a glance over at that.

That was when everything started to go downhill.

Before long, Romano and Seborga were wrestling each other over whether the radio stays on or off. The three of us tried to get them to calm down, especially once the car started to swerve. With Jennifer's voice flickering around, the screaming and the swerving, I felt my heart starting to skip a few beats, especially once Italy and Sicily latched themselves onto me as they started to panic a bit.

"I said NO."

"You're acting like a child!"

"Stop it Seborga!"

"Hands off, Romano!"

"Seborga, you really should look at the road," I said shakily, although my voice was barely heard. I had half a mind to reach forward and try to pull them apart, although I was frozen in my seat. The sirens, the buzzing radio, the swerving, it was all happening so fast-

"LOOK OUT!" Italy suddenly screeches. Seborga looks forward, immediately stepping on the brakes as he tried to skid to a stop. Unfortunately, it was too late.

That, my friends, is where it all starts to end.

I hope it was okay- I am not very good with 1st person, it was just something I wanted to do for the first chapter. The rest of the series will be in third person. Anywho, I hope you are enjoying it so far, and I should be up with the next chapter very soon :)

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