Ludwig scowled, putting on a rage filled look to hide his fear that laid deep in his icy blue eyes. The once smart hair of the blond man was now dirty and a complete mess- exactly like his situation. A complete mess. The German backed up until his back hit a crumbling brick wall and he froze, glaring at the hoard of zombies coming his way. Ludwig sighed and put his trusty, but useless, Luger in its holster and got into a fighting position, immediately putting on his homemade, spiked knuckleduster. He had ran out of bullets days before anyway. "I can get out of this" He murmured to himself, clicking his tongue with a nervous chuckle. However, deep down, he knew that, unless a miracle happened, he was going to die. There were at least 50 zombies coming at him, drooling and snapping their blackened teeth together with old clothes ripped and hanging off their bony and rotted bodies. Also, if he wasn't killed by them, he would definitely die from the infection in his leg due to the lack of medical equipment. "A year and a half... I think I did well" Ludwig murmured before taking two seconds to pray, a habit that he'd taken up in the last year and a half, before racing towards the zombies.
(Continue as any male characters as long as they aren't weak flaky characters. I love Feliciano but he's a bit weak for this kind of RP. This can be changed to suit other characters and ships)
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HETALIA ONE-SHOTS! RP STARTERS
FanfictionBasically a load of RP starters. May contain Gore, Sexual Themes, Abuse etc If you'd like to RP any of these with me, continue from the roleplay in DMS either here or on my Instagram which is @aph_RP_
