It was 2050 when it happened. The deadly virus swept through the world, turning anyone bitten by someone already infected into the living dead. Or as America would put it, crazy-assed zombies.
The nations have no idea what to do. Some want to fight, some want to hide, some want to sleep and others simply want to eat pasta. Grouping together into smaller groups, the nations have to find each other and find a cure to save the world before it's too late.
A Hetalia fanfiction, with some zombies and stuff thrown in there.
(Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters! All copyright goes to it's original creators!!!)