The Last War of the Undead ▪ 1p! Hetalia x Reader x 2p! Hetalia

Chapt. 3

▪ Metallic Blood and Sweet Maple ▪

Allen's P.O.V.

The streets of Brooklyn were deserted, only the sound of two pairs of boots thumping the ground. Glass, debris, trash, and bodies littered the once lively streets. Supply was so limited, it's disappointing and stressing. But after decades of going through bloodshed wars and now this, it wasn't really surprising.

Dammit!

Out of everything, it had to be this. I'd rather go through another miserable world war than this bullshit.

It was only me and my brother's 1p, Matthew. He was the complete opposite of Matt. He had a hushed voice and is very hesitant when it comes to speaking with me or even doing something near me. When I tell him to shut up, he immediately does. He doesn't even know how to approach me. He's also very jumpy.

I don't despise him, but he's still a 1p. They all had a problem with us, because we are 2ps. To add about Matthew, his major stuttering mouth gets on my nerves at times. I think of him as useless. I was stuck with him for most of this time after I was separated from the others. As much as I hated to admit it out loud, I'd rather deal with Matthieu than him.

I felt that the blonde kept glancing at me for the past five minutes before he said, "Uhm, Allen---"

"Are ya talkin' to me?" I asked rudely.

Matthew swallowed a lump in his throat before he continued. "I think we should look further out of Brooklyn. There's no food or anyone out here."

"Your point?" I let my nailed bat fall off my shoulder and hit the ground. It scraped the cracked road before I lifted it up again and lightly sung it below my knees.

"M-Maybe they relocated. We can search for the others together and we--" I cut the Canadian off again.

"Wait, since when is 'we' a thing?"I questioned, the two-lettered word awkwardly rolled off my tongue. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Last time I remember, 1ps hated us and tried everything to get rid of us,"I added.

Matthew gave me a baffled look. "E-Eh? I just thought.. that it didn't matter anymore after what happened. Everything changed. If the world has changed, why don't we? We both lost the same thing, our friends and brothers, so we might as well work together. We have no one else to look to.." He looked at the ground sadly, looking like a kicked puppy. I was probably going to throw up at the emotional speech, but he was right.

I sighed. "Alright, fine. Let's just go before you start sobbing all over me,"I grumbled and walked faster. My bat was back on my shoulder.

Matthew's P.O.V.

I let out a quiet sigh. It has been half an hour since our conversation and we've been walking in silence. The streets were too quiet and could possibly be filled with a hoard of dead flesh-eaters that were once known as humans. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. My skin was crawling. Oh, how I wished for everything to be back to normal. I barley slept and that boosted up my paranoia. Allen wasn't much help. I was glad that he could see me, but that doesn't make him any less of a jerk most of the time. He would tease me and say things that'll freak me out and keep me awake for days. Though, I was grateful that he was here.

But also, I miss everyone else terribly. Arthur, Francis, Alfred... I wonder what they're doing? What they're up to. If they are still alive. If so, do they still remember me? Are they worried too? Or did they just...forget me?

The spiraling thoughts made my throat tighten and my eyes sting. A lump started forming in my throat. I choked it back and shook my head vigorously. I shouldn't be thinking this! They were countries for maple's sake! They knew better than to be easily killed just like that. That's right! And I'm sure they just won't forget my whole existence, right?