Flying: I'm back~~~~~~~~~~~

Prussia: THE AWESOME ME IS BACK TOO!

Canada: I'm here...

Flying: And Iggy and 'Merika are in that one room still, doing... you know...

Prussia: Kesesesese~ they've been at it for a while, I didn't know Artie had such stamina, Alfred is having a hard time keeping up!

Canada: I don't want to hear about my brother's sex life =_=

Flying: TOO BAD! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Ok, ok I'm done :3

Italy: Ve~ Hi everyone!

Prussia: Hey Ita-chan! Ready to play your part in the story (SPOILER)

Flying: Gil that was supposed to be a suprise (whines)

France: hon hon hon~ is it my part yet?

Flying: NO! Get away from me perv! Go molest Canada or someone...

France: Who?

Flying: Dude, you raised the poor kid with England (sweat drop)

Italy: PASTA!

Canada: (feels depressed now that his own papa doesn't remember him)

Prussia: Hey Birdie cheer up! Let's get some drinks! Kesesesese~

Flying: Get him drunk and take pics for me!

Prussia: See ya! Kesesesese~

Italy: Ve~ Flying something something, too long of a name, is doesn't own Hetalia, me, Prussia, France-nii, anybody, not even herself... or PASTA! She doesn't even own the keyboard she'd typing it on... poor Flying-chan

Flying: (sittign in emo corner) just... read the damn story (cries)

Italy: Cheer up Flying-chan, I'll make you PASTA!

France: I know something that will cheer you up, hon hon hon~

Flying: SECURITY!

The moon was saying its goodbyes when Arthur woke up. Somehow had had waken up between the two twins who were intense cuddlers. Matthew should have been on watch Arthur thought. Arthur had his face pressed into Alfred's chest with Matthew flat against Arthur's back. Two pairs of arms were wrapped around Arthur's waist. Arthur sighed. He knew that the brothers felt safe around him (he had been in this situation before). After all he did rescue them…

Arthur thoughts went back to the topic of Matthew sleeping on watch, but that didn't surprise him. The poor kid must have been exhausted. Arthur sighed again knowing that he would have to wake up the two brothers.

"I AM CURRENTLY MAKING BREAKFAST," Arthur yelled.

Their reaction was instant. Alfred sat up dragging Arthur and Matthew with him. "NO, IGGY! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! YOU'LL KILL US!"

"Please Arthur, you don't have to! I'll make breakfast," Matthew's said in a panicked voice following Alfred's.

Soon Alfred and Matthew realized that Arthur was in fact not cooking, but rather tangled between the two brothers. They both blushed and let go of Arthur.

Arthur sighed for the third time that morning. "Today we will have a lot of walking to do." He wasn't bothered by the situation from before as the twins. After all he had been friends with a certain Frenchman, Germ‒ excuse me, I mean Prussian, and Spaniard‒ wait, let's not go there.

Alfred snapped out of it first. "Artie," he whined. "I just got up, can't we wait, like, thirty minutes before leaving?"

"Twenty and that is it. No more, preferably less. Matthew be a dear and help me find food that has not been spoiled, and enough for that git's appetite."

While Arthur and Alfred scavenged for food, Alfred went outside. A man has to piss sometimes, right?

When he was done doing his business, he looked out towards the way they were heading and he noticed something strange. It was black and it was moving way faster than a human, so that also meant that it wasn't a zombie thankfully.

When the object got closer, Alfred could see that it was a huge ass, black truck. He realized that it was driving towards the gas station and that worried him.

Inside the store, Arthur decided to give Matthew a small scolding since he fell asleep on watch. "Matthew, I know you were probably very tired last night, but falling asleep on watch can be very dangerous since we can be attacked at any time. I am trying not to be that harsh, but I just want you to know that I am slightly disappointed."

"I'm very sorry Arthur. I didn't mean to, but I just… did," Matthew replied a little upset. He grabbed some more food and stuffed it in Alfred's backpack.

"It's alright lad. I just wanted to remind you, but we have never been attacked in the dark before so luck is one our side." Arthur gave Matthew one of his rare smiles.

The truck had been getting closer to the gas station and Alfred still stood there in shock wondering what to do. His brain was not working (like usual). The black truck pulled into the parking lot of the gas station blasting German Metal and parked right in front of Alfred. A man jumped out of driver's side and Alfred's jaw dropped.

Oh my god, he was a FUCKING ALBINO. What the fuck! Alfred thought. The guy had silver hair with fucking red eyes! He had on a black hoodie, skinny jeans, and red converse. The guy was actually pretty short, only a few inches taller than Arthur and that was saying something. And he was carrying a huge ass gun with him (that made Alfred take a few steps back). The guys smirked and said, "Kesesesese~ gut, was haben wir hier?"

Alfred just stood there dumbfounded with his mouth still open. Actually there were a few flies flying around in his mouth. On of them flew down Alfred's throat and he started choking trying to get it out. The guys just stood there snickering (a.k.a. not helping Alfred) and watched Alfred try to save himself.

Arthur and Matthew finally finished packing up the goods and were now resting.

"I wonder what is taking Alfred so long outside?" Arthur and Matthew were confused (they were in the back of the store and they didn't know what was going on outside).

"I am going outside to check on him making sure if he has died or not," Arthur said (oh Arthur, if you only knew…).

Arthur reached the front of the store when he heard choking and laughing. He was confused. There should only be Alfred out there, and that voice that was laughing sounded so familiar.

Arthur opened the door, Matthew following, and the silver haired man stood there with his back turned to Arthur.

"Gil?" Arthur asked.

"Was?" The silver haired man turned around and when he saw Arthur his eyes widened. "ARTIE," he yelled and proceeded to tackle Arthur.

Matthew and Alfred stood there with their mouths open watching the man on Arthur hug him. They were even more shocked when Arthur hugged him back. At this moment the fly that had made Alfred choke fly out of his mouth.

The man that was on Arthur got off of him and pulled him up. "Kesesesese~ who are those two?" he asked in a German accent.

"Matthew, Alfred stop staring and close your mouth. That is very rude," Arthur said before also saying, "The one on the left is Matthew Williams and the one on the right is Alfred Jones…"

"Alfred F. JONES," Alfred yelled.

Arthur glared which made Alfred shut up. "As I was saying, they are twins even though their last names are not the same. Boys, this wanker next to me is Gilbert Beilschmidt. He has been my best friend since… well, forever."

"Got that right, Artie," Gilbert said. He grinned at the twins and they smiled back until Alfred realized something.

"Hey Iggy, why does he get to call you Artie and not me?"

"You git! Call me Arthur! And the reason why is because I thought he was dead so whenever you called me that I thought of him and that made me really sad," Arthur replied.

"Kesesesese~ Artie, I didn't know you cared about me like that. I mean, you should since I'm so awesome!" Gilbert grinned seeing that even though they hadn't seen each other in over two years, Arthur was still the same stuff Brit.

"You wanker! Hey, wait a minute. To think about it, where's Ludwig?" Ludwig Beilschmidt was Gilbert's husband. They had married right out of high school.

Gilbert's face dropped and he looked ready to cry.

"Gil! My apologies! I thought he would be alive, not dead!"

Gilbert smirked. "Gotcha! In fact he is alive! And Feli and Kiku!"

Arthur slugged Gilbert in the face.

"Shit! That hurt you bitch!"

"It is your fucking fault! You had me worried that your fucking husband was fucking dead and you were fucking depressed you bloody wanker! You are a fucking git!" At this point Alfred had to hold back Arthur to make sure that he didn't murder Gilbert.

Later when Arthur had calmed down and he and Gilbert had made up Matthew popped a question. "So, Gilbert, why are you here? And why are you alone if you are in a group with other people?"

"Verdammt! I forgot that I was out on a sure for food for everyone! Well Birdie (his new nickname for Matthew) thanks for reminding me!"

"Well this is a store filled with food," Arthur stated.

"Kesesesese~ I know! Gilbird search!" A yellow bird popped out of Gilbert's hair and Alfred and Matthew's mouth dropped again.

"I was wondering if you still had that bird," Arthur said before laying on Gilbert. "Reminds me of old times at high school."

Alfred started glaring at Gilbert, which Gilbert noticed and stored it in his memory for later. "Kesesesese~ it does. All we need is Francis and Antonio and bier! Then when we are all drunk as fuck, Luddy will find us and yell at us and drag me to his apartment!"

"And Lovino would come cussing me out and drag Antonio to his home while Antonio is trying to grope him."

"Leaving you and Francis to do…" Gil wiggled his eyebrows at Arthur.

"Please do not mention that frog to me please! We broke up so long ago! And know he is probably dead with Antonio, and Lovino (poor Feli) and Mathias*"

Both Gilbert and Arthur sighed thinking about the past. Alfred and Matthew both felt sympathetic, but they didn't really have anyone in the past that they truly cared about.

Gilbird came back with a huge bag (about twenty times bigger than him) filled with goodies and Gilbert searched through it. "BIER," he yelled now happy.

"So, Gil, are you also going to Chicago?" Arthur wondered if Gilbert also felt a pull towards the city.

"Yeah kesesesese~ Me and Ludwig both felt like there was something pulling us to our old home."

"Same here," is all Arthur said before falling into deep thought.

"HEY," Gilbert yelled. "I have an idea! How 'bout you guys come with me to where we are staying! I'm sure Luddy wouldn't mind since it's you Arthur and your friends!"

"That is actually the best idea you have had Gil," Arthur teased.

The twins, Gilbert, and Arthur jumped into the truck, Arthur calling shotgun. Nobody talked. Well, that was because Gilbert had to turn up his music volume all the way, so nobody could hear each other. Alfred, Matthew, and Arthur quicky decided to never listen to German metal again (not like they had before, but, you know...)

After thirty minutes of German Metal, they reached a town, also empty like many in America. Gilbert turned the music off and said, "Get your guns out, this place isn't safe." Nobody doubted him since he was very serious.

Arthur rolled his window down some so he could be ready to shoot if possible. Then as they turned the corner, they reached a pack of zombies.

"ZOMBIES," Arthur yelled as he spotted them. The zombies started stumbling towards the car while Gilbert pulled a U-turn. Arthur then partially climed out the window and started shooting the zombies that were now behind them.

But, their luck had run out. The truck's battery died right there. Soon Alfred, Matthew, Arthur, and Gilbert would be surrounded by around fifty zombies.

To save them, two figures popped out of a building. One of them started shooting while the other started killing them with‒ wait, was that a sword!

The zombies were all killed (Gilbert, Matthew, and Alfred started shooting too). Then, Arthur noticed the two strangers as they approached.

"Ludwig! I brought food," Gilbert yelled out. He jumped out of the driver's seat and ran over to hug a tall, stoic blonde with his hair pulled back. He had a black tank top, black jeans, and some tennis shoes on.

"Wer sind sie?" the German asked looking down at the albino hugging him. He eyed the truck. Apparently he hadn't seen Arthur yet.

Arthur (who knew quite a bot of German after knowing Gilbert, the Ludwig so long) decided to chime in, "What is wrong, Ludwig. Do you not recongnize your old friends anymore?" He jumped out of the dead truck to walk over to Ludwig.

"WAS!" Ludwig was shocked. The voice sounded like a certain Brit he knew, but couldn't be alive could he? Then, he saw Arthur walking towards him. Ludwig ran up to Arthur and gave him a crushing hig (after all he and Arthur had been great friends, they were the sane ones in the group, well Arthur was to a certain extent 'cause he can see unicorns and fairies, but strangely they had disappeared after the zombies showed up, but that story is for another time).

Gilbert watched the scene with a grin on his face, and when Arthur started turning blue, he started laughing (Alfred and Matthew watched the scene with their jaws dropped like usual).

"Gilbert-kun, that is Kirkland-san from your wedding is he not?" The other stranger who was with Ludwig asked. He was short, about Arthur's height, with jet black hair sort of in a bob and really dark brown, almost black, eyes. He carried a sword, no, katana with him.

"Yeah, Kiku. I can't believe that after all this time my best friend was alive after all." Gilberrt's grin had faded into a natural smile, one that many people haven't had the chance to see. He usually grinned or wore a smirk.

They watch as Arthur intoduced the twins to Ludwig. Alfred was sizing Ludwig up, but then finally accepted that the German was taller and more muscular than him (he is German after all).

Then Kiku and Gilbert also joined the group. Alfred already liking Kiku because they were talking about video games, which ones were the best, the worst, mostly agreeing on everything.

"There's one more in the group," Gilbert told the twins and Arthur as they headed back to where they were staying. "His name in Feliciano. He's hyper, Italian, and loves pasta. He'll probably convince Luddy over here to let him make pasta for you guys. For some reason that's the food that we never run out of."

Matthew and Alfred were interested on this bubby character. He seemed like a ditzy, nice guy.

They reached where they were staying and a reddish-brunette slammed open the door and jumped Arthur. "Ve~ Arthur, good to see you! I haven't seen you since the wedding!"

"Good to see you too Feliciano, now please get off of me, you are squishing me," Arthur replied, and thankfully Feliciano got off. He was a little taller than Arthur, with light brown eyes.

"Ve~ who are you guys?" he asked the twins. He looked a little sad at seeing them, but he quickly cheered up and hugged them both. "Ve~ I'm Feliciano Vargas! I went to Ludwig, Gilbert, and Kiku's college and Ludwig is my best friend! He saves me whenever the zombies start chasing me and I love PASTA," he yelled in their ears.

After Ludwig pulled him off of the two brothers (and when their ears stopped ringing), they introduced themselves.

"I'm Matthew," Matthew said in his soft voice. He smiled softly at Feliciano who gave him a huge smile back.

"And I'm Alfred, the hero!" Of course Alfred had to say that, but the sadder thing was that Feliciano believed him.

"Ve~ I've never seen a hero! Is it fun? Do you get to eat pasta everyday?"

"Yeah! You do! I love pasta, do you have any?"

"Ve~ of course Alfred! Let's have a PASTA PARTY!"

"YEAH!"

They both went rushing into the building screaming, "PASTA!" at the top of their lungs. And that is how the beautiful friendship of the seven started.

TRANSLATIONS:

Gut, was haben wir hier?: Well, what do we have here?

Was?: What?

Verdammt: Damnit

Bier: Beer (duh :P)

Flying: PHEW! I got saved from France! Gods I'm lucky, and there was chapter 2! I love Gil, but he still isn't back yet with Mattie, and Alfred and Arthur aren't done yet either... worse thing is, is that I think Japan is video taping

Germany: Have you seen my wife? (Sweden much XD)

Flying: Check a bar, he went out drinking with Canada!

Germany: Who?

Flying: Never mind...

Germany: (leaves)

Flying: (cries) now I'm all alone! WAHHHH!

Spain: DOn't cry mi amigo (my friend) I'm here!

Flying: Tell people to review! Pretty please (give puppy-dog eyes)

Spain: AWWWW SO CUTE! But, not as cute as my Lovi! Ahhhhhh, Lovi~~~~~~

Romano: Get the fuck outta here! ANd leave me alone!

Spain: LOVI~ (glomps Romano)

Romano: (blushes) Get off you bastard! Help SECURITY!

Flying: Kesesese~ only works for me and only if I'm trying to get rid of France (video tapes it)

Romano: You bitch! Help me fratello (brother)

Italy: Ve~ you look like a tomato!

Romano: (blushes even harder) Nobody will help me!

Flying: Wellllllllllllll if I get 10 reviews, you shall be saved~~~

Romano: FINE THEN REVIEW DAMNIT!

Flying: say please

Romano: REVIEW PLEASE!

Spain: You're so cute Lovi~~