Disclaimer: All characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya! And I never played Dead Island so I don't know how much I borrowed… Oh, and the 'De Island' name totally came from Tobuscus's video on YouTube. And THIS video inspired the opening bit of the fanfic… IT MADE ME CRY ;_;

www. youtube watch?v =YQ5c9BzohM4

EDIT 19/03/2015: I have revamped this entire fanfic to be more user-friendly… I think. I have HEAVILY edited the entire fanfic to the point that even the chapters have been lengthened.

Finland panted, back pressing tightly against the elevator wall and gripped the large, bloodied kitchen knife with a fierce hold. The elevator doors opened and he stumbled out still in shock from earlier. In front of him, a hoard of smelly, groaning zombies advanced towards him, raising their arms to ready themselves for grabbing their latest meal.

Tears pricked the corners of Finland's eyes as his whole body shook uncontrollably from the events earlier. He could still remember the atrocities on this island, horrors unrivalled by anything he has ever seen in his long life. But from the shock of his current situation, he simply forgot what happened to his friends. Did they leave him? Did they die?

Adrenaline raced around Finland's body as he shakily held the knife, staring at the rotted faces of the zombies, lights of the room flickering wildly. The elevator doors behind him unexpectedly closed, leaving him trapped.

'Where did it all go wrong?' Finland thought, whimpering, closer to tears than ever.

A skeletal hand reached out, flesh dropping off the bones to touch Finland's hand.

And then his sanity snapped.

He shrieked insanely and slashed at the zombie's hand, only deflecting it away harmlessly before everything blacked out. His knees hit the ground hard, jerking his mind back into reality and forced him to lie down on the floor to play dead in an act of quick thinking.

After a few moments of lying on the ground, Finland's pounding mind cleared when he noticed the hoard of zombies scuffling past him. He drew in a sharp breath and immediately seized the large knife beside his body and leapt to his feet, avoiding the bony, rotting hands as he carried on running down the corridor. His blood and adrenaline electrified his body with every step he took.

But after the long sprint, his adrenaline weakened. However, he carried on stumbling down the corridor, no longer bothering to fight those things and more determined to protect himself like he promised Denmark… Somehow he remembers making a promise to the Dane.

Finland reached the staff elevator, quickly pressing an emergency button and he spun and looked down the corridor, where the walking corpses are at, stumbling a little towards his direction.

"Come on… come on…" he mumbled, wishing the damn elevator would hurry up and-

PING!

The steel doors opened abruptly and Finland paused, checking there are no zombies inside, before sighing in relief and he ran in. He even looked up to make sure there are none clinging to the ceiling – but how would they do that? – and held his breath as the hands of those inhuman monsters stuck out, reaching for him, when the doors closed in the nick of time, leaving Finland in the peaceful confine of this elevator…

He took the next few moments to catch his breath and calm his shaking knife-wielding hand. Finland's heart still raced and while desperately wishing that he had never agreed to go to this hellish island…

Only resolve could keep him going now. With the resolve to survive instead of quitting steeling his spirit, he took as deep breath as the elevator stopped. Holding the knife out in front of him, he mentally prepared himself by sharpening his focus and steeled resolve to get out of here alive no matter what.

The doors opened suddenly and he jumped forward, yelling a battle cry and someone else shrieked . A human shriek.

Finland stopped and froze as he finally recognised the person in front of him.

"Eduard!" Finland cried happily, feeling tears sting and gather in his eyes, feeling his heart warm up. He ran towards him with a spring in his step—

Until a pair of rotten hands wrapped around Estonia's neck from behind and a load groan wailed. The man's eyes widened.

"Timo, I'm sorry-"

24 HOURS AGO

Bursting into the living room of Sweden's house, Denmark excitedly waved a colourful magazine around over his head while his family stared at him.

"Hey guys! Pack your things! We're going on an Island holiday!" he exclaimed.

The other Nordics looked up from what they were doing and stared at the Dane. Finland sat beside Sweden, reading some manga and eating liquorice; Iceland was feeding fish cakes to Mr Puffin while Norway was reading an old spell book.

"…You haven't discussed about your idea with us," Norway said coldly, hated being interrupted from his reading. He was reading a page about vanquishing annoying Danish Vikings. "You haven't even asked us all if we all agreed to go on holiday."

"But an island holiday sounds fun!" Finland agreed with a grin, "it makes a change from going to Svalbard…" At that, Norway shot the Finn a horrified look.

"What's wrong with Svalbard?" Norway asked the Finn, almost sounding offended.

Denmark made a 'pfft!' noise and waved his hand. "Not after that Polar Bear almost ate my leg!"

Norway glared at him. "That's because you stole its food."

"How was I supposed to know that chicken leg belonged to that bastard?" the Dane huffed and crossed his arms.

"B-But it's still a fun idea! I haven't been to holiday at a warm place before!" Finland spoke loudly before an argument could ensue.

"I agree with Finn," Iceland nodded. "We've only been to cold places."

Denmark smiled, looking triumphant. "Awesome! Even Is and Fin agree with me! That's 3 against 2!"

Norway groaned and facepalmed. "Sverige! Talk to him! You know what Danmark's gonna do when he gets to a bar at an island resort!"

Sweden was going to argue against Denmark's idea, but seeing Finland looking so happy about the idea put his thoughts into conflict… Friendship or love? Damn peer-pressure…

"I'll… go anywhere Finn wants," he mumbled. Norway sighed.

"Fine, we're all going on an island vacation… where is this place, anyway?" he asked, frowning.

Denmark smiled brightly. "It's a place called De Island! It's in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and our planes leave tomorrow morning!"

"WHAT!"

He blinked at the synchronised chorus from his brothers.

"What do you mean 'what'? There's only one plane going there per year and it's a recently discovered island! So it only has about 10 years before the tourism industry takes its toll on the natural wildlife and ruin the ecosystem there permanently, so LET'S GET PACKING~!"

Sweden and Norway looked like they want to go slaughter the Dane and quickly stood up together, but Denmark already left the room, singing happily.

"L-Let's get packing!" Finland cheered shakily. "It's a good thing we packed some of our stuff anyway! It IS a shame we couldn't go on our 29th tour of Svalbard… I'm going to miss Den-Bear, y'know?"

Sweden calmed down and nodded, leaving the room to finish packing his things and Norway grumbled, mumbling something about summoning demons to haunt Denmark's dreams.

"That's just great!" Iceland burst angrily. "He could've told us sooner! We'd get ready before today!"

"Unfortunately, that's how Danmark's brain is wired… the fool…" Norway commented, shutting his book with a snap. "Oh well, let's get ready. Are you taking Mr Puffin?"

"Of course I am," Iceland huffed, "Svíþjóð and Finnland will be too busy staring in each other's eyes while Danmörk bothers you, so I'll be alone like always."

The unwitting comment froze the air. Norway stared at him for a couple of awkward moments until he opened his mouth to speak, but Iceland beat him to it.

"Don't deny it!" Iceland started ranting. "We five Nordics make a crowd, but I always felt left out!"

"Ice…"

"Just leave me alone!" Iceland growled and stormed out the room, barging past Sweden who heard the commotion. The Icelandic teen stamped up the stairs until the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut shook the house. Sweden didn't ask, but raised an inquiring eyebrow at Norway, who was, for once, too stunned to say anything. Finland just stood there, feeling awkward and scratching the back of his head.

"…I'm going to pack my things…" Norway mumbled and left the room.

For a few silent moments, Sweden and Finland were going to leave until Denmark ran in, wearing nothing but swimming trunks and a breathing apparatus and comically large diving flippers.

"What's up? Is it that time of month for Island?" he asked, blinking.

Finland only sighed guiltily and looked at Sweden.

"Maybe we haven't been that inclusive with Islanti lately…" he said and Sweden shrugged.

"Things have been the same as normal with us lot for a long time. I feel that Island's still maturing as an individual, so perhaps that's been giving his mind a lot to think about," Sweden explained. While they were conversing, Denmark just watched them with a lot of interest.

"Wait! So is it like Island's going through puberty again?" he asked, suddenly grimacing at a thought. "When it was just me and Icey living together, he was a BITCH to deal with! He started smoking Netherland's cigars while I wasn't looking, and when I caught him he confessed and I only got angry at him because he wasn't sharing with me!"

"Eh?! He did that?" Finland goggled.

"No!" Denmark laughed, "but he acted like he should! The most terrifying part of his growing-up was when he asked where babies came from!"

"Oh, dear god no," Sweden uttered, glaring at the Dane fiercely, looking ready to strangle him on Norway's behalf. The Dane noticed the dangerous look in his expression and felt his blood pressure shoot up.

"I just told him to ask Norge!" Denmark replied quickly, but honestly. "Fuck knows where babies come from! I only know that they come from Valhalla and brought to households carried by Freyja's giant cats!"

At this, Sweden and Finland shared disturbed glances before opting to leave the room silently and pack their belongings for the holiday.

After the Nordics all packed their things and travelled to the airport, they checked in and were all lead to a private jet by a hostess. They packed frantically earlier because Denmark misread the plane take-off time and only Iceland noticed when he looked at his copy of the ticket. He immediately alerted everyone, thus unleashing a series of Denmark-bashings from the ever-affectionate Norway until they arrived at the airport with minutes to spare.

"SWEET!" Denmark squee'd and hopped on the spot like a child. His eyes sparkled from excitement.

"Behave yourself, Matthias…" Norway mumbled as they all got inside the jet.

"I can't!" Denmark grinned goofily, "I'm too excited! I'm gonna drink my arse off as soon as we go the bars and eat ALL the ice cream!"

Nothing much happened after that besides the Nordic 5 sitting down and getting their seatbelts on before the plane took off. Finland only found it strange that they were put in a small private jet.

"Erm… Matthias, do you have the brochure for this 'De Island' place?" he turned in his seat and asked Denmark who sat behind him next to Norway.

"Huh? Yeah! Here!" The Dane handed over a copy of the folded brochure and Finland's eyes widened.

"…It says 'Deadly Island'," the Finn sweatdropped. He pointed at the title where 'adly' was scribbled over with crayon.

Norway and Sweden both looked in interest and then at Denmark, silently waiting for him to explain.

"Uh… wow! I never noticed! Ahaha… The travel agent has this kid scribbling on their books and they didn't wanna waste money buying new brochures," Denmark laughed nervously. Norway and Sweden shared the same exasperated glances with each other.

"Let's see what it says…" Finland opened the folded brochure and started reading. "'Do you always want to experience an exciting holiday in the sun? Then come to Deadly Island and do shit like karaoke, swimming, sports and relaxing!'" Finland chuckled. "I wouldn't mind doing karaoke! I wonder if they do ice hockey?"

"I'll just relax," Norway commented, earning him a nudge and a cocky grin from the Dane besides him.

"I'll relax with you too! But after I go swimming and beat Sve in a swimming competition!"

Sweden gave him a small glare, but Finland poked his arm.

"Ignore him!" he warned, laughing a little. "We're supposed to have fun! I'll swim with you, Sve! I'll even race you if you like!"

At the back row, Iceland just sat there silently while staring out the window. He just wanted to stay home and read a good book…

'Deadly Island? If this is some sort of commercial holiday that America started, then I'm not going anywhere warm again. I just want to watch the geysers and feel the volcanoes go off and cause their usual havoc on European airspace…' Iceland thought and he stared at Norway's seat which is directly in front of him. When Norway turned to look at Iceland, he glanced away to look out the window instead. He sighed and leaned his forehead against the glass, shutting his eyes.

The jet took off afterwards for a journey into the night. Denmark chattered away to Finland and Norway while Sweden sucked on a boiled sweet from a packet he brought with him. He shared the sweets with them before looking back at Iceland, only to find him sleeping. While the jet was in the air and they're allowed to stretch their legs, Sweden took his own pillow and carefully placed it behind a sleeping Iceland's head, placing Norway's jacket over him to keep him warm. However, dawn cracked in the horizon with its bright rays prompting Iceland to open his eyes slowly and roused him from his sleep, in which he dreamed himself standing outside in a snowy blizzard and a nation smiling warmly at him for the first and last time with the dream finishing with him being in a warm embrace.