"Mon garçon!" France slammed through the Canadian's bedroom door, causing America to jump up in surprise.
"Quiet." He whined. "You'll wake him."
France rushed to the sleeping country's side. He looked so delicate lying there, so peaceful. France took his hand, resting his face next to his son's.
"France, bro. Don't wake him up." America hissed.
"Je suis désolé." He whispered. "So what exactly 'appened to 'im?"
America was silent. His gaze drifted to his brother's stomach.
"France, dude? Do you think Mattie would tell us if he was bitten?"
France was caught off guard by the question.
"I...I zhink 'e would."
"Cuz the others think he was, but he wouldn't lie to us...not if it meant putting us in danger."
France nodded, feeling a small squeeze from his child's hand.
"Papa?"
"Oui. Your papa is 'ere."
Canada opened his eyes slowly. His face broke into a smile once his blurry vision made out who was sitting next to him.
"You're safe." The boy sat up, his face as bright as the lamp beside his bed.
"Oui. It took a while to get 'ere because Spain 'ad to find Romano." France hugged his former colony. "But we're 'ere now."
"Dudes, I'm starving." America groaned.
"I'll make you and mon Mathieu some of my famous crêpes. 'ow does zhat sound?" France let go of Canada's hand. "Amerique, why don't you 'elp me keep Angleterre out of zhe kitchen?"
America nodded, standing up.
"Papa? " Canada squeaked. "Can I help you cook?"
France pursed his lips. He knew how much little Mathieu loved cooking with him, but if something happened...
"Non. You must rest."
"But Papa-"
"Please, bro, we don't want you to hurt yourself anymore." America begged.
"Fine. I'll stay." Canada sighed. He buried himself in his covers, leaving the other two filled with guilt.
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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.
