Hey you guys! Tie-More here anyways so this is another story I was interested in writing for a while now Hetalia X Walking Dead so I hope you enjoy it I will write more of The Morning star! ((Warning: Character deaths, Smut, Mpreg, Violence and whole butt load of shit...Pardon my grammar and spelling))

Prologue – The one Mistake

It was the year 2029 mankind was at it's fullest peek until it arrived...Virus Z. Virus Z is an unknown disease known for only to turn humans into the dangerous monsters known mankind... The virus spread to one corner of the U.S to the next, the only way the Virus spreads is either be bitten or killed , in the year 2031 only 50 or so people have survived trying to find a cure or a way to survive...the walking dead...

(Two chapters in one BooYah!)

Ch. 1 – year 2033

~Arthur Kirkland's P.O.V~

"We're almost there Artie come on." I lugged behind the tall American in front of me panting as I carried a heavy pack on my back, "Almost where..to wh-what exactly?" I questioned wiping my forehead with the back of my hand it had been 4 years since the Virus Z outbreak...I will never forget that day...None of us will...

~Flashback~

"Do you Arthur Kirkland take Alfred F. Jones as your Husband?" I blush a deep crimson, "I-I do.." I reply smiling a little as I held my lover's hands, "Do you have the rings Mr. Jones?" I look into Alfred's blue eyes and saw him reach into his coat pocket pulling out two silver rings he slips one onto my ring finger and hands me his ring which I slipped onto his. "I now pronounce you Hu-" he was cut off by a suddenly crash of broken glass my eyes dart to the glass doors down the aisle to see a mob of disfigured people limping and swaying down the aisle. I could hear the screams of my relatives seeing the disfigured monsters grabbing and biting into their necks, "Arthur stay back!" I hear my husband say as he get's in front of me firing his gun that he carried. It was happening to fast everything was, "Alfred Look out!" I shout grabbing the now dead Priests cross ripping it from his neck and jamming it into the rotten skull of the monster to see it fall to the ground dead as a door nail. "Alfred aim for the head!" I shout as I pulled the over grown cross from the dead zombie jamming it into every one I see, "Arthur come on!" I felt Alfred grip my wrist dragging me out of the church. "Wait my son wait!" I could hear the screaming of my son's voice, "Harry! Harry!" I cry out tears streaming down my face as Alfred picked me up running away from the church. " Harry! Harry!" I keep shouting the last thing I hear was a cry, "Mummy!" my heart sank as the church was disappearing into the distance tears running down my face...my son is dead or now one of them...

~End or Flashback~

I wipe away the unwanted tears with a sniff, "Arthur are you alright?" I hear Alfred say to me concern in his voice, "Yes thank you I just feel a little sick is all..." Alfred sighs, "The sickness is coming back isn't it?" I nod a little even though Alfred was to preoccupied with looking straight a head. We have been on the road for a month all because Alfred said he was suppose to go somewhere which I find rubbish by the way. I scoff quietly feeling the soreness in my feet, "There!" I look up hope in my eyes to see a huge prison in the distance heavily guard with barbed wire and spikes I could see a few walkers pressing themselves against the fence to see a few women spiking their heads making my stomach lurch with disgust as bile began to creep up my throat I swallow hard trying to keep it down only to fail. I drop the pack quickly running to the nearest tree vomiting behind it, maybe 3 minutes later I was done Alfred was next to me cooing and comforting me I was pretty embarrassed considering that's all I've been seeing for the last 4 years... "You okay Artie?" I managed to nod slowly standing upright wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. We suddenly hear gurgles and low toned snarls from within the woods Alfred quickly pulls out his gun aiming into the forest I pullout a gun as well aiming at the spot Alfred was we waited until four or five walkers were in sight we started shooting them the sound of the gun shots echoing the people at the prison must of heard them...and they did...

How was that? I may continue the story I enjoyed writing this what do you guys think? Bye Bie! From Tie! Peace!