Sweden was tying up what he deemed to be two worthy milking cows when he heard the scream trailing down from the barn.
He quickly secured the two creatures to a tree before heading in the direction of the noise.
Canada was just outside the chicken's cage standing over something Sweden couldn't quite see. He stepped deeper into the darkness, his eyes registering the object immediately.
It was a person, his head detached from his body. The man's flesh was rotting away and he looked up at the two countries with dead eyes.
"It's okay. I handled it."
Sweden noticed the blade in the North American country's hand.
"We should hurry in case there's another one." Sweden turned, hearing Canada's hum of agreement.
"So, were you hurt?" Sweden asked as they walked back, him leading one cow and Canada leading the other as well as carrying the chicken. He seemed to be walking strangely but Sweden couldn't tell.
"Naw. It's just a scratch."
Sweden stopped walking. "A scratch?"
"From the chicken wire. Some of it was broken and nicked my side." Canada assured him.
"Oh. Chicken wire." Sweden didn't remember any broken wire, but then again he hadn't been paying attention.
"Let's just get home as soon as we can, b'y. I'm hungrier than Alfie."
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The Dark And Hollow Pastas
FanfictionA Hetalia Zombie Apocolypse. Germany, Sweden, Finland, and Canada have barricaded themselves in the latter's hunting lodge. Where are the other countries and will they make it to the lodge? Only time will tell.
