Chapter Twenty Eight

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"Wow Birdie, jour house is awesome." Prussia complemented. It was about two storeys and made of logs. So far they hadn't gotten inside, but Prussia bet it was just as amazing.
"Yeah, well, Kuma has the interior torn to shreds, no doubt." Canada sighed, looking at the ground.
Noticing this, Prussia took his hand as a comfort. He kept forgetting that they weren't just killing some ferocious beast, they were killing Canada's best friend.
The country squeezed Prussia's hand and Prussia squeezed back.
"I can't do this." He whispered low enough that only the German country could hear.
"It's okay, Birdie." He responded. "Ve can help jou."
"On zhe count of trois." France lifted his old sword.
"Un." The countries prepared their weapons.
"Deux" Finland hoisted Sealand onto his shoulders. Prussia still wondered why they even bothered to bring him along. Probably so he could feel included, he guessed.
"Trois." They busted through the door, finding two zombies wandering around the crushed ruins inside Canada's home. Germany shot at one while Japan ran his sword through the other.
"He's probably hiding upstairs." Canada pointed to the staircase. It was still in pretty good condition, unlike the tattered furniture.
The countries headed up, finding three doors.
"Which one?" Britain asked.
"The one in the middle is my bedroom. I doubt he's in the bathroom or study." Canada answered, adjusting his grip on the gun left over from his days as a Merchant Marine.
"Allons-y" France grinned at Britain.
"Geronimo." Britain grinned back.

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