2p! Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios: Zombie Apocalypse AU

2p Norway Catch Up

~___- How You Meet -___~

        It was only a few months ago when you and your two siblings, the three of you being triplets, traveled to Oslo, Norway for a paid internship in a facility similar to the NEXUS in the movie Avengers: Age of Ultron. The three of you were very tech savvy and could easily figure out any device within minutes, seconds even depending on the complexity of the device. The job was great. You were paid well for being interns and eventually secured jobs there. Unfortunately for you, the Apocalypse hit when you were about to make a huge technological advancement with your siblings. Your boss put everything on hold, however, until the world calmed down from the zombie outbreak. Yes, the three of you were bummed that you had to wait to present your findings, but you all supposed it would be worth it when the issue was contained.

        It never was contained though. Life for everyone spiraled out of control as the Apocalypse grew worse and worse. People began to get infected at an alarming rate, the human population decreasing just as quickly as the zombie population was increasing. This was only a natural correlation. Your boss perished quickly with your siblings following soon after them. The rest of Oslo fell months after, leaving you presumably alone in the city. You lived comfortably enough in a house by yourself with a large fireplace in the living room. Of course, the silence of the world around you was slowly driving you insane.

        One day you decided to go out and walk around. You had nothing better to do, so why not potentially risk you life to take a look around the now decimate Oslo? It seemed fun enough to you. Plus, maybe you could find pieces to build some kind of machine to entertain yourself in you deranged state, or as your one sibling would have put it, you were non compos mentis. So, here you were walking around with no weapon in a pair of skinny jeans, boots and a thin sweatshirt with a tank top underneath in thirty degree Fahrenheit weather, negative one degrees Celsius in their standard unit of temperature.

        So far you hadn't run into any problems or parts, the latter being much to your dismay. It wasn't until you heard something that sounded like the crackling of fire. Well, more specifically fire being shot out of something. You followed the sound, stopping when it stopped and resuming when it did the same. Eventually, you stumbled upon zombie corpses lying scorched on the group, some still evening being on fire from whatever had done that to them. You then saw a zombie groaning loudly and moving quickly from the street ahead of you, and big surprise, it was on fire. It collapsed to the ground just as a man emerged.

        He wasn't very tall, but he wasn't very short either. He was just the perfect height. His hair was a dark brownish blond, but it wasn't a dirty blond. His eyes, from what you could tell, were a blueish purple. He wore thin wire frame glasses and had a small golden hair cross pin on the side of his head that had an odd floating curl with a small circle. His clothing consisted of a white dress shirt, a cravat, a midnight blue waistcoat, black slacks, and black dress shoes. He was dressed awfully fancy for this kind of weather. Not that you minded what he wore. He look good in it. It was what he held in his hands that concerned you. It was a flamethrower. Where had he even gotten one in the first place? Ah, that didn't matter. You decided to approach him.

        "Hello," you said when his back was turned to you. You side stepped as he turned and pulled the trigger for the flamethrower.

        "Oh, hello," he said back when he released the trigger, causing the flames to disappear.

        "You look like you built that," you told him, gesturing to the flamethrower.

        "I did! Someone finally noticed!"

        "It works pretty well for a homemade one. I could improve it though. Shut up Lionel, yes I could..."

        He raised an eyebrow at you before making a deduction. "You're crazy, aren't you."