The Day The Earth Stood Still: Hetalia x reader

Night 7~ 163:20

While Hungary and Germany ran off from each other to fulfill their duties, America was left a shaking mess as he clutched his wounded shoulder. The blood loss and the terror becoming almost too much for him. His body was shivering and he was paneling.

"G-guys..." He whispered, not knowing a thing about what's going on. Must less what to do.

"America!" A voice called out, answering America's silent pleads.

He turned over slowly to face a familiar British man with fuzzy eyebrows running along with a wavy-haired Canadian and fatherly Frenchman. A weary smile etched American's face at the sight of the people closest to him.

"What happened to you America?!" France asked when they finally reached them.

"I-I got bit. Th-those th-ings came o-ut of n-n-nowhere and -and attacked when I w-was p-partoling." America stuttered out in disbelief.

England placed a reassuring hand upon America's uninjured shoulder. "It'll be okay America. We'll get you fixed up."

"But right now we have to get to the roof." Canada ushered softly, clutching his polar bear closer to his chest.

"He's right!" France added "Hungary told us that this whole place is going down in flames shorty. (C/N) told her."

America shook his head frantically and took a step back from England's touch. "I-I can't come with you."

England scoffed, "We don't have time for this America. We have to go." He argued while reaching out for America again, but he only backed away from him further.

"No!" America shouted, startling the others as he began to shake more. "I-'m infected. I-It's contagious! I won't get you sick too!" Was all he shouted before darting back through the halls, leaving France, Britain, and Canada behind.

The others tried to run and catch up to the frightened American, but he was too fast and kept turning a lot. Just when he was out of their sights around a corner they couldn't track thee three stopped at the intersection.

"What way do you think he's gone?" France asked in urgency.

"I-I don't bloody know!" England protested, looking down each section for any sign of their missing brother.

Down the hall to their left, there were loud gunshots that sounded as if they were coming closer as the hall light up with firing bullets. Screams could be heard from the men down the hall along with the growling of the undead.

"Sector F is completely over runned!" A shout could be heard from the hall. A figured come into view as he was pushed back with several zombies ripping through his flesh in any way they could. It wasn't long before others were plowing over the fallen soldier to grab at another solider that began stepping back. His bullets were doing next to nothing to the crowd that ran towards him.

The countries could do nothing but stare in horror at what was in front of them. Never have they seen something so horrific.

"Get out of here!" The soldier shouted from down the hall as he began to run for his life while the horde was right on his tail.

France began to pull on the two that were stuck in shock towards the hall to their right, hoping that America went down here.

The two did snap out of it with France's contact and began running behind France. As they rounded another corner France was tackled to the ground by one of the pale freaks. The other two could only back away in time to see France get a few of his fingers bitten off as he held up his hand to block the attack. Their black pupils staring straight into his soul as it snapped off his fingers like they were nothing frightened him to the bone.