America shot another round of bullets into another zombie's head.
"This is so cool bruh. It's just like a video game." He shouted ecstatically.
"Mr. America, you don't need to shoot zhe zombies zhat much. Just a simpre shot to zhe back of zhe neck shourd suffice." The zombies were like miniature titans, Japan realized, except they could be taken down by dismembering the head alone and didn't regenerate their lost limbs.
"But it's more fun this way, dude." America insisted.
"It may be fun, but it's arso wastefo."
"Whatever, man." America groaned just as the duo approached a towering wall, large enough to keep an entire country of zombies out.
"Wow. I didn't know my bro was this protective of his maple syrup." He gaped.
"I sure hope someone is on zhe ozher side." Japan looked up, seeing a tower inside with a lone figure seated in the middle.
"Germany!" he called, recognizing the country's silhouette immediately.
"Who's outside?" America heard a familiar British voice ask the man in the tower.
"Tis I! The mighty hero and his Yaoi dealing sidekick."
"Shhh. You promised to keep zhat a secret." Japan hissed under his breath.
"Sorry dude." America apologised as the gate slid open.
Britain gave them each a quick check before motioning for Germany to close them in.
"Where's my bro, Iggy?" America asked.
"Don't call me that and brother?" England pushed his bushy eyebrows together.
"Yeah. Canadia. Where is he?"
"Oh him. He's upstairs taking a nap."
"Thanks dude." America started toward the lodge, but his former guardian stopped him.
"Let him sleep, America."
"Okay. Yeah." The blonde stopped walking "Hey, do you guys have any food?"
Japan laughed. Typical America.
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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.
