Boyfriend Scenarios: Hetalia

You Zombie

A/N:  Sorry everyone, I meant to release these last 3 chapters on Halloween night but then I was on study lock-down by parents, and then got really, really sick, like bedridden could throw-up at any time sick.

So I was delayed.  Anyways, enjoy~

And the Monster Bash is officially over after these 3 chapters, and I was pretty happy with what I got this year, and I can't wait to see what I'll do next year.

Prologue/Recap from Last Time

Eventually, a cure was found, and all those who had been zombies returned to how they were, ending the zombie apocalypse...

... Or did it?

Actually, what ended up happening was that everyone who had been a zombie, had turned back to normal, but still carried the original virus, which then infected everyone who wasn't a zombie.

Now, with the tables turned, let's see how you all are doing.

America

Ah fall, the time when you start taking things to and from the attic as needed.  Right now, you and Alfred were working on taking the Halloween decorations from the attic.

You huffed as you heaved up a heavy box before you heard the sound of popping, followed by your arms detaching themselves from you, dropping to the ground with the box.

"Whoa, dudette what - AAAHHHHHH!!!"  Alfred screamed, seeing your arms wiggling on the floor.  He soon passed out, leaving you wondering what to do.

'I can't exactly call for help,'  You thought, looking down at your hands.  It was then that you got an idea.

You walked over to Alfred's phone and used your nose to type in his pin before dialing 911.

"Hello, I'm a zombie who's arms fell off and her husband passed out from that, can you please send an ambulance here?"  You said.

"Right away Miss,"  The operator said before hanging up, leaving you to wait with an unconscious Alfred.

England

You mumbled as you searched through various spell books in hopes of finding a cure for zombieism.

"Any luck yet, love?"  You heard Arthur ask as he entered the library, your back to him.

"Not yet."

"That's too bad."  He said.  "How about a little break?"  He asked.  You sighed and leaned back on the chair.

"Yeah, that sounds good."  You said.

"Oh good, I brought some tea and some of my scones."  He said, putting the tray that contained death itself on it as you stared.

'Oh boy... I still remember what happened to the last zombie who ate it,'  You thought, thinking back to the bake sale that ended in three zombies being rushed to the emergency room. [see "He Zombie"]