"Sve!" Finland shouted when the door closed behind Sweden and Canada.
"Wife!" Sweden called back. The two embraced happily while Canada took both of the cows off to an empty lean-to he used to store wood in the winter.
"Sweden, guess who's here!" Canada heard Finland shout enthusiastically.
So some of the countries made it here eh?
"I don't know. Who?" Sweden's voice was so low. Canada could barely hear it.
"Daddy!" Canada winced at the shriek.
Great. Sealand.
"Hey, America. Need help?"
"Britain?" Of course Sealand didn't make it to the lodge on his own. There was no way.
"Yeah, it's me." Britain took the cat carrier out of Canada's hands and peeked inside. "A chicken? That's a good thing to have."
"You know...I'm not actually-"
"Do you have a cold, America? Your voice is so soft."
"I'm not America." Canada sighed.
"Oh...Sorry...Um..."
"Canada."
"Canada! That's it." Britain chuckled. "You know, these creatures really should get proper shelter."
"Yeah, this place wasn't built to be a farm...But there's a huge load of lumber in one of the back buildings." Canada pointed to one of the storage buildings.
"Here, I'll help you build a chicken coop."
"Thanks, b'y." Canada nodded. Britain headed off to start his work.
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The Dark And Hollow Pastas
FanficA 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.
