"Trust me, if he was bitten by a zombie, he would have turned by now." America insisted loudly to the Brit eating on the other side of the kitchen table.
"He wasn't bitten, he was scratched. And he's a country. It would take a while to settle in."
"Canada wouldn't lie to us." France agreed.
"Are you sure about that?" Britain stood, placing his plate in the sink. "Because those cuts looked exactly like claw marks...from a human."
"And 'ow would you know what 'uman claw marks look like? Honhonhon."
"Shut up Frog!" Britain hissed.
"Ahahahaha!" America cackled. "Iggy banged the frog!"
Britain's hand whipped out and hit the American hard in the face.
"You're almost two hundred and forty years old. Bloody act like it."
Prussia chose right then to walk in. The other countries calmed down quickly, America still rubbing his cheek.
"How is he doing?" England asked, his face red out of both anger and embarrassment.
"I zhink he's getting better." Prussia set two dishes in the sink.
"Zhat's terrific!" France hugged Britain happily. Britain glared at him when he pulled away.
"Are you cool with watching over him for the rest of the night?" America asked. He had that little baby look on his face, the one only reserved for worry.
"Ja. I can vatch over him as long as jou need me to. Birdie is almost as awesome as me."
America snorted. "Birdie?"
Prussia's face reddened. "Jou're just not awesome enough to understand." He huffed.
"Dude, that's weird." America rolled his eyes.
The albino grunted and turned around, leaving the scene behind him.
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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.
