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

Chapt. 7

▪ Long Road ▪

You have never felt so warm and content ever since the whole zombie apocalypse fiasco. You clutched onto the large object that was your heat source and snuggled closer to it, letting more heat envelope you. It was firm yet comfortable.

Then something wrapped around your waist, pulling your hips in closer. That was unusual. You snapped out of your trance, (e/c) eyes flickering open. Your gaze trailed up the bare, tan chest up to an all familiar face. Eyes half-lidded, he looked down at you with a provocative gaze, a smirk creeping on his face.

"Well good morning, gorgeous," his voice was gravelly, making him sound very alluring. You could've stayed there and enjoy the moment with a mischievous, attractive man.

Instead, the others were woken up by a loud bang and a yelp.

*****

"C'mon, dollface. I said I was sorry," Allen called out, not sounding apologetic in the slightest.

You kept stomping on ahead of the group, ignoring the troublesome American was saying. You've been giving him the silent treatment for the past fifteen minutes. You let Oliver do the work and nag his ear off about how that was not gentlemanly of him to sneak into a lady's bed. Matthew trailed along in the back of the group, feeling awkward about the subject. Oliver didn't hesitate on agreeing to coming along with you guys. You were still unsure about him coming along, but the others seem to know him, and the more the merrier, right?

"You can't ignore me forever!" Allen called out. "Watch me!" You didn't turn to look at the American, who probably has that very smug grin on his face.

Matthew stared at his boots as the silly argument went on. He had many things on his mind. How did it come to this? It felt like yesterday when he was just having a nice cup of coffee with maple syrup and was having an odd conversation with Francis at the world meeting. Then one thing lead to another, all the countries were scrambling about to help people and tried to find their own way back home to help their country. Usually, some conversations with Francis would be exhausting when it turned out to be about a weird subject, but now, Matthew wanted to have one of those moments again more than anything. He missed his brother pestering him. He missed Arthur's posh attitude. Now, he was mindlessly walking around a once proud, patriotic country with nowhere to go. Mindlessly walk around.

The blonde Canadian stopped in his tracks. He looked up at the others who kept walking ahead without noticing that he stopped. Matthew frowned, the feeling of loss and confusion weighing down on him.

"Guys, where are we even going?"

The others stopped dead in their tracks.

• F.C.E.

Francis had never felt so downcast in his life. His homeland was destroyed and he had lost almost all of his friends and family. Not only that, but he is feeling as if he had lost Arthur as well in a sense. He was there physically; but mentally? He could not see that once sharp-tongued, obstinate mule that he would enjoy pestering. All Francis could find was a dull, broken man. His devilish emerald eyes were now an endless pit; no light in them whatsoever.

What's wrong with him? He has been through many things. The American Revolution, the World Wars,, Why was this any different? He would always jump for a plan. Maybe this pulled the last straw of his willpower. Maybe his tightrope was so thin that the the cataclysm finally snapped the line.

Francis had asked about his magic restoring everything, but Arthur had told him that he had lost his magic a little after the start of the apocalypse. That was the last time he spoke. Francis tried his best to be the light in the room. He wanted his friend to regain his self-esteem and be that annoying guy that criticized everyone. Canada's 2p, Matthieu, was no help at all. Yes, he was great with knocking a few heads on his own, but when it came to the group, things just get a little rocky. Understandable, they were opposites and hated each other's guts for decades. Francis tried to see good in him, much to his own dismay. He certainly wasn't like Matthew.

Ah, Matthew...

How was he? Was he alright? Is he with his brother? Francis could feel an aching in his chest. He missed him dearly, along with everyone else. All of the memories he saw were sweet yet hurt more and more every day goes by.

He looked at Arthur and Matthieu. Arthur was sitting on a rickety wooden stool that looked as if it might break any moment. He had his back against the poorly painted wall, arms crossed and fingers clutching his sleeves tightly. His gaze was set on the floor. It has never moved since he sat down which was two hours ago.

Matthieu sat by the window, looking outside and brooding. He was keeping watch. Not so long ago, they were cased by a group of those rotting bags of flesh. Now it was best to stay low and rest up. Matt was disgruntled. Was it because his pal Kuma was MIA? The fact that he is stuck with those damn 1ps? (Which is a shocker that he hasn't killed them yet.) Arthur was vulnerable and Francis was straight up annoying the hell out of him with his "kindness." Or could it be that he actually missed his own people? Those people he tried to get away from and could never shake off. The ones he would try to ignore and they somehow just break right through his barrier and get under his skin. Matthieu heavily exhaled through his nostrils. He hated to admit it, but he really wanted to see his brother,, and punch him in the face again.

Not wanting to stare for too long, Francis shifted his gaze to his lap. He reached into his coat and pulled out a folded paper. He unfolds it and reveals a photo. It had him with an arm around Matthew's shoulder, who was giving a shy smile. Alfred had an arm slung around Arthur's shoulder, who looked irritated, and showed off a peace sign. Francis let a small smile show, reminiscing on the small memory. His smile quickly fadeed and he looked at Arthur.

Hopefully everyone is alright. We all have to be extremely careful and watch our backs. After all, we are human now...

▪ End of Chapter ▪

I. Am. So. Sorry! This took FOREVER! And it is almost 2019! I've been trying to find inspiration and luckily I am slowly getting back in the game. What you think? Where do you think your team should go if you were in that situation? Excited for more teams to be introduced?