"Roma! Chour awake!"
Romano opened his eyes to a familiar brunette Spaniard.
"Oh great. It's you." He groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head.
"Romano, tell me what happened." Spain took the Italian's hand, making his face turn tomato red.
"Hungary hit me over the head with her frying pan." Romano explained. "I accidentally snuck up on her."
"Chu sure where out for a while." Spain whistled.
"She hit me hard."
Spain nodded his understanding. Both Prussia and France had gotten that famous Hungarian pan whacked against their heads from time to time. The results were always painful.
"So where are we, Tomato Bastard?"
"We're at...um...I think it was America's hunting lodge."
"America? Hunting lodges don't really seem like his thing...and where's my Fratello."
"We thought chu would know where Italy is...But he's got to be okay, or else cou wouldn't be here." If Italy died, Romano would too, just like how Prussia would disappear if Germany ever died.
"Who's all here?"
"Germany, Prussia, France, America, England, Sealand, Finland, Japan, and us." Spain recited.
"That's not a lot." Romano moved his legs over the edge of the bed.
"So, Roma?" Spain asked sweetly. "Are chu hungry?"
"Of course I am, you bastard. Why wouldn't I be?"
Spain snickered at his words. "Glad to see you back, Lovi."
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The Dark And Hollow Pastas
Hayran KurguA 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.
