Hey guys I'm not dead! :) Aha, yeah I know I have other stories to write but I've been reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally busy lately. College is getting tougher, I've had two job inteveiws over the past couple of weeks AND my first driving test (I'm pretty much an Italy-level driver XD)

Okay, so this is going to be another USUK vs 2pUS1pUK but...WITH ZOMBIES :D

I may do a couple of side pairings, I already have an idea for a side story or two but mostly it will be focused around the pairings mentioned above. Also, yes there is an OC in this/ next chapter but it's important for a couple of future events and she'll only be mentioned once or twice after the next chapter so don't worry OC haters.

Finally, yes, there will be character death. Just wanna get that out (even though I think it was pretty obvious aince it's a zombie story)

So... ENJOY!

Warnings: OCs, Swearing, Gore, Violence and OOCness. I think that's it. :)

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America had never expected it to end like this.

Well, who would? Zombies don't exist. That's what Canada always said when he rang the Canadian at four in the morning, crying over not being able to sleep after watching a scary movie.

And Japan. And France. And Lithuania. And England.

England…

Alfred looked at the Brit in front of him, pale and shaking. His eyes full of tears.

But it wasn't the masses of rotting flesh and disease-riddled corpses which surrounded the UN building.

Oh no, these were tears of hurt, of betrayal. Caused by no other than him, Alfred F. Jones: The personification of the United States of America and self-proclaimed hero.

Well…Probably neither of those things now.

America closed his eyes to block out the sights and sounds of his distressed friends and family, the un-dead mob, multiplying by the second and the one he loved and thought:

How did it come to this?

1 Hour Earlier:

"-Today, my fellow Americans, is a new day. Today is a brighter day. Today is the day we change our future for a better tomorrow!"

The cheers of crowds and flashes of cameras filled the white house as the President of the United States continued his speech. America, who was sat behind the podium, was amongst those who clapped the loudest. He knew that his latest boss would go down in history for being one of the best presidents who ever lived. He just knew it!

He felt a tug of the sleeve of his bomber jacket and turned to see a pair of bright green eyes.

These eyes belonged to Skyler, the president's seventeen year old daughter who America saw as the sister he never had. She smiled.

"Daddy's doing great!"

"Yeah," the nation agreed. "Your dad sure knows how to get the crowds going." As if on que, the masses began to scream and wave like crazy. The girl laughed, brushing a strand of blond hair out of her face before turning her attention to the empty seat on the other side of Alfred.

"Look's like you're friend couldn't make it," she observed, pretending not to notice the slight tinge of pink materialising on America's cheeks.

"Erm…Yeah," the American nation rubbed the back of his neck. "They were busy…" Suddenly Skyler wasn't that interested in her dad anymore.

"Come on, admit it. It was your girlfriend, right?"

"Skyler!" America hissed, the teen's grin only widened.

"Oh I'm sorry, girlfriend-to-be. Fess up, it's Seychelles, isn't it?"

"I'm not playing this game with you," America snapped his attention back to his boss, his face getting redder by the second. But Skyler didn't stop bugging him.

"Hungary? Taiwan? Belarus? Lichtenstein?" She narrowed her eyes, her smile growing so wide it hurt.

"…England?"

This latest name cause America to choke on his own breath, he mouthed a quick "sorry" to his boss, who had turned around to see what all the coughing was about. Breathing a sigh of relief when the President continued his speech, Alfred turned to the female teen.

"Who told you?" He whispered.

"Japan," the girl said simply.

"God dammit, Kiku," the nation grumbled under his breath before looking at his sister figure.

"Look, you can't tell anyone about this, okay? Arthur doesn't know and if this gets out then they'll be a huge scandal. I'm not just meaning me and Iggy. You and your dad'll probably get dragged into it too!"

Skyler sat back in her chair.

"Kay, you have my word as the President's daughter." She smirked. "But you better let me help pick out the wedding dress. I mean, you probably want one that's easy to take off so-"

"SKYLER!" Alfred jumped out of his seat in shock before realising what his had done.

"Um, sorry folks-" he turned to apologise for interrupting the conference…

But the conference had already been interrupted.

Everyone fell silent as the hallway doors flung open and a lone figure fell to the floor. America saw this figure to be a man he had never seen before and wondered why security outside hadn't done anything to stop him from getting in.

Something was off…

A man in security uniform ran over and grabbed the man by his arm.

"Hey, you're not allowed in here without a pass! Please leave or I'm calling the cops-ARGH!"

The intruder had risen and bitten the guard in the arm, his head was still down but Alfred was sure he had seen something similar before. He just couldn't put his finger on it…

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud thud.

And then the screaming started.

"Oh my God! Is he dead?"

"What the hell? But it was just a bite!"

"N-no way…"

All eyes were on the slumped body of the seemingly healthy guard. Skyler looked at America worriedly.

"Al? Is he…You know?"

"I don't know, Sky." Came the reply. The nation couldn't believe it either, he had seen that very guard the other day, doing running drills with a couple of buddies. He seemed pretty healthy. So why would a bite-?

And then it hit him.

"Shit!"

Skyler looked at him.

"What?" Alfred grabbed her hand.

"We need to get out of here now!"

Meanwhile the President walked down from the stage and towards the unconscious guard.

"It's okay, I know CPR." He said kneeling over the body. America ran after him with Skyler not so far behind.

"Wait! Boss-" He was stopped by another guard.

"Don't interrupt!" He hissed. "This'll make a good story. We need as many supporters as possible and you know that."

"But-!" The words coming out of America's lips screeched to a halt as the "dead" guard began to move.

Many gasps rippled through the room.

"He's alive!"

"The President touched him and he came back to life!"

"It's a miracle!"

Many cameras began to flash but America kept his gaze on the guard as he raised his head.

Red eyes.

Rotting flesh.

A zombie.

"MR. PRESIDENT!" America screamed. "GET AWAY FROM THAT THING!"

"Hm?" The Boss looked up. "America, this is not the time for silly games-GAH!"

Too late.

The most important man in the US was bitten in the neck by one of his ex-employees. But this time no cameras flashed. No one cheered.

Everyone just screamed.

"DADDY!" Skyer began to run towards her farther but her brother figure pulled her back.

"Sir!" Another member of security ran over to help but the intruder, probably sick of being forgotten, pounced on him and tackled the poor man to the floor.

Everyone ran towards the main door, only to be greeted by a steady stream of walking corpses.

America tightened his grip on Skyler's hand.

"We're going through the back door." But the girl tried to pull away from his grip.

"No! I want to see daddy!" He could see the tears in those eyes which contained so much joy and mischief only seconds ago but Alfred shook his head.

"No, daddy's dead Sky. He's not one of us anymore."

But she didn't listen.

Looking back, America guessed that he couldn't really blame her for kicking him in "Florida." After all, she had just seen her dad die and then "come back to life." Anyone would go crazy after seeing that.

But still, he ran after her as she sped through the mobs of the dead and the dying. Occasionally kicking or punching the odd corpse which got in her way-just as Al had taught her in self-defence in case she ever needed to defend herself from creeps and perverts. She only stopped when a familiar figure came towards her…

"Daddy! You're okay!" The teen squealed as she ran and hugged her dad.

But "Daddy" never hugged back.

The girl looked up, confused.

"…Dad?"

CHOMP!

"SKYLER!"

America ran. He didn't care about the rest of his people in this war-zone. They were all probably dead now anyway. Sky was all that mattered.

He was almost there, but then…

CRASH!

A freshly made zombie grabbed his foot causing the American nation to tumble forwards onto the hard, marble floor. Gritting his teeth as jolts of pain shot through his body.

Looking up, America could see more and more zombies-those his own people-coming towards him. He closed his eyes and waited for his fate.

I'm sorry boss, Sky. I couldn't save you guys despite being a Hero.

He could feel the warm, stinking breath of the un-dead on his skin.

And then…

"AMERICA!"

FLASH!

The tightening on America's leg suddenly stopped as he slowly opened his eyes, expecting to be a soul-less, brain-munching creep.

But he wasn't.

The Zombies were all lying on the floor or slumped against wall.

Now they were permanently dead.

The person who said his name rushed over to him, but America could only see a blur.

"Thank God you're alright!" His saviour said, "is anything broken? Do you think you can stand up?"

It was the voice which caused America's senses to sharpen. Which seemed to re-light his desire to live.

The person he loved so dearly.

"England!?"

So...What do you guys think.

I tried to make Skyler as un-mary-sue-ish as possible but that's kind of hard for a character who only appears in a chapter or two. Also, more people will be mentioned next chapter hopefully.

Until next time...BYE! :)