Just moments when the Bad Touch Trio (Spain, Prussia, and France) get together and cause havoc.

Jokes of mostly history, because I have to share it.

It's sometime in the future. World War III has come. No country is safe from it. They have taken it too far. A breaking point. Hell. All countries are at a raging on war. One that can't seem to be resolved. They've past the point of no return... No backward glances... Their games of make believe are at an end. (( Hetalia: World War Three )) ((No. This is not really going to happen. I hope... I MEAN NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE OR ANY COUNTRY!)) ((I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.))

How are nations during the zombie apocalypse? They are just like their citizens, trying to survive. In a world without order. A world without social structure. A world without country borders, the nations must learn how to survive in the new world where death surrounds them constantly. [ COMPLETED ] (Sorry, I really suck at writing summaries, hah. I'll revise it later as the story develops. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my story! Please leave feedback in the comments, I love hearing from my readers!) Cover image not mine, all credit goes to the artist.