The Hetalia crew is faced with a zombie pandemic. The chances of surviving are very low.

P.S. I used the real names for the Hetalia characters.

I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter 1

The moaning sound from outside Ludwig Bielschmidt's home was even more irritating that Feliciano Vargas's random outbursts of "veh" and his inability to fight put together. His eye twitched slightly as he heard something bump into his window. But he managed to ignore it and go back to his journal. He adjusted his glasses.

Day 96

` I called Honda Kiku this morning to see how things were going at his home. He said that those monstrosities were yet to get through the large stone walls his people built once they heard of the things happening around the world. As for Feliciano, he and his brother are still in hiding; I am assuming that he has quite a supply of pasta ingredients if he is still able to hold on. I feel sorry for Lovino.

Alfred is the same… He has so many people living in his country, it is a wonder there are any survivors. Arthur is still hanging on, though those things, he said, seem to multiply in number every day; which is just the same for everyone, but the way he made it sound seems as if they are closing in on his people's safe haven. While speaking to him, I learned that, because Peter is out in the middle of the ocean right now, he is at no threat of ever being face-to-face with those things. Roderich is safe with Elizaveta at his side.

Ivan is, as anyone can tell you, doing perfectly fine. Toris, Eduard and Raivis seem to be content living with him during this great time of fear and need. I have not heard from Hercules, though I am assuming he is fine; maybe he is just sleeping through it all, surrounded by the fluff ball cats for warmth, protection and companionship. Even if he does know about the pandemic, he probably is moving slow enough to make himself blend in with the infected. I know him and Kiku talk, so I will call him again later and ask him if he has heard anything about the Greek yet.

As for Francis… he is doing fine, but low on supplies. Instead of grabbing food, water and other necessities, he grabbed all of his clothing and went into hiding. What a dummkopf. Why did he not just stay in his home?

I will have to call the others tomorrow. A meeting is being planned, but before we do anything, we will have to find the safest place for us, which, at the moment, seems like the countries of Lichtenstein and Switzerland. I will write more tomorrow; I have to go scope the area for any possible human life.

Ludwig glanced around his house before grabbing the black pair of binoculars off of the tall bookshelf, and heading toward the window. Lifting the curtain, he looked down through the third story window at the monstrosities that were once a few people he may have known. Zombies. What a despicable creation. On the first known day that the infection spread, Ludwig was had just returned from visiting Feliciano in Italy. Upon landing in his home of Germany, he and other Germans, along with tourists, were stripped of their belongings and led into a room, where their bodies were thoroughly searched. Before he and the others were led out, they were told to be silent, no matter what. He remembered being put into a single file line and marched outside and to a large canvas bus. That's when he saw them; the things that walked the earth a second time—the undead. People around him gasped. Some dropped their bags and ran onto the bus; men in military uniforms struggled to keep them calm. The silence that had just been broken caused an uproar. The zombies turned toward the noise of the people; Ludwig gripped his pack tightly.

After that, everything was a blur. He remembered the monsters making their way towards his group. He remembered screams of both men and women alike; the blood that splattered his clothing and face as he ran onto the bus with the few remaining people and military men. He even remembered one of the men throwing a young woman off of the bus because of a large bite mark on her forearm. After arriving at a sort of safe house, he left the group. Gun in hand, he managed to get to his home and found his dogs to be unharmed. After herding the three dogs inside, he looked at himself, covered in blood, his clothes torn; his gun was almost out of ammo due to the countless zombies he had killed.

From then on, he was confined to his house, with only his dogs and the phone to keep him company. He began keeping a journal to record the things that happened each day, and calling the country representative, like Alfred, Lovino and everyone else. He learned that, during the first week of this apocalypse, they had lost Feliks Łukasiewicz, the Polish representative, and Im Yong Soo , the representative in South Korea. After rethinking all of the Korean's remarks ("These originated in Korea, you know…"), Ludwig could not help but think that the pandemic began there, but surely the Korean wouldn't take credit for something like this… right?

Well, Ludwig thought. It doesn't matter now; the guys who made it are probably dead anyway…

The German now opened the window of the third floor and aimed one of his many guns at the center of a zombie's head. Narrowing his eyes, he pulled the trigger. One of the undead fell to the ground in a heap. The sound of the thump attracted more zombies to the area when it lay. Four zombies later, Ludwig set his sights on a single zombie that seemed to be closer to the gate surrounding his house than the others. As he slowly pulled the trigger back, the sound of his phone ringing from beside him caused him to stop. He immediately answered it.

"Ludwig!" A frantic voice yelled from the other side. He immediately recognized it as Feliciano. "Ludwig; they're closing in on me! I can't take it anymore!" Gun shots echoed in the background of Feliciano's call. "We're running out of supplies and pasta!" Ludwig listened carefully to the frantic sounds from the call; the loud, dead moaning and the sound of Lovino yelling at Feliciano about something.

"Hey, bastard!" It was now Lovino on the line with Ludwig. "We need more supplies and shelter!"

"Where exactly are you?" Ludwig asked as he grabbed a duffel bag and began stuffing clothing and ammo inside.

"We're near the coast of South Italy, in Positano. Hurry up; we're running out of supplies!"

"Understood! I'm on my way!" Ludwig said before hanging up and going down the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Feliciano…

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