So this will be the main fic that I'm working on, thanks for the reviews on my other one-shot! :) I've always wanted to do some kind of apocalyptic hetalia fic, so here is the start of it. Please review, I always appreciate constructive criticism, also if anyone is interested in beta-ing this, please send me a PM :D Also, does anyone know Australia's human name?
Someone once told him that peace was an allusion, and now Alfred could see that whoever that person was had been right. As he stands covered in blood of his friends and holds a broken bat over his head, Alfred can't help but wonder how things got this fucked up. It seems like it was only weeks ago that everything was normal and happy, or as happy as things were back then.
It had been a Saturday, not even a pretty one, fucking hot actually. That day Australia was holding the UN meeting for once, and he remembered being pretty excited to hang out with him afterwards. Go crocodile hunting or something like that. That made him smile shakily as he swung the bat down on the thing's head, a loud crack filling the air. It didn't even faze him anymore.
He probably looked like shit, since the last time he bathed was about three weeks ago. He smiled again, imagining himself looking like the crazy psychopath that this war had turned him into. Finally there was nothing to hit, so he turned around and walked back to home-base.
Wasn't even a good home base, but it was better than anything. But when he neared the hastily built fort he heard the screams of someone, and felt cold, angry dread fill his body once again.
Not again goddammit
He broke off into a sprint and just hoped to hell that it wasn't anything serious.
"America, straighten your tie." A harsh whisper came from his side, and Alfred Jones turned to them, flashing a blinding smile. He leaned back in his seat, setting his phone down and exiting out of his Netflix app.
"Relax Artie, I'm not bothering anyone." He mock whispered back, earning him a sharp glare. Arthur fumed in frustration next to him before sighing irately, and leaning back into the green chair as well.
"You're a bloody mess." He half muttered to himself, crossing his arms. Alfred peaked up to see if Arthur was still looking at him, and when he knew he was in the clear, he allowed himself to study the British man's features.
His thick eyebrows were as furrowed as ever, his green eyes focused intently on whoever the hell was speaking at the moment. He looked tired, Alfred noticed, and even though he berated Alfred for his tie, he looked like a disheveled mess himself.
Okay, so maybe Arthur could pull off that look, but still.
He quickly looked away, hoped to god he wasn't blushing, and tried to pay attention to what Germany was saying. After two seconds of being completely lost and not knowing what ham had to do with space, he went back to Netflix to watch another episode of Breaking Bad.
Five minutes in Arthur flicked him on the shoulder, holding out his hand and pointedly looking at his phone. Alfred rolled his eyes, turning off the phone again and handing it to Arthur. Jesus, how was he not bored too?
The meeting slowly continued, Alfred choosing to inspect what the other nations were doing instead. On the other side of Arthur, Francis was having a quiet discussion with Matthew in French, and seemed to be angry out something.
Poor Mattie, having to listen to Francis talk all meeting. Wasn't very fair though that Arthur wasn't telling them to pay attention he thought grumpily, and looked to his left. Mexico and Spain were happily talking to each other, even though Mexico looked tired as hell. After the meeting he would have to be sure to see how she was doing.
Further down China and Russia were obviously playing pokemon, and Alfred couldn't help but feel a tad jealous. Why wasn't there anyone cool that would play pokemon next to him? He looked back to Arthur, and with narrowed eyes and a huff saw that now he was on his phone texting someone.
"Why is it okay for you to text?" He asked, poking his side. "I want my phone back." He whines quietly, continuing to poke England as if that would give him what he wanted faster.
"Stop that you idiot, I'm texting the Prime Minister." Arthur shoots back, jabbing him back on the shoulder. "You should be paying attention anyway."
"What's up with the Minister?" Alfred leans forward, looking at the screen. Arthur covers it with his hand, glaring at the younger.
"Something important, so piss off." Alfred goes back to pouting, bored all over again. He hears a buzz come from England's pocket, and reaches for his phone. "Text whoever that is later, Alfred." He scolds, slapping his hand away.
"What if it's my boss?" He grins when Arthur huffs and gives him the phone, going back to his conversation with the Minister. Alfred looks down at his own phone, and to his surprise it actually is the president texting him.
There are only three words, but that was enough to stop him cold.
"Run like hell"
A second later Arthur poked him, looking mildly concerned.
"Alfred, what is it?" He hisses, taking the phone and looking at the message. He breathes in deeply, and hands it back. "Is that some kind of joke?"
"It started as one but… it's the code now, for when shit goes to hell." Alfred explains, and quickly types back a reply. After ten minutes and there's no answer, Alfred swears loudly, standing up and stalking out of the conference room. Everyone watches him leave, and Canada quickly follows after him.
"Did you just get a text message too?" Matthew asks once they're in the hallway, looking over his shoulder.
"Yeah, from my boss." He nods shakily, and quickly dials the emergency number. After five tries someone finally picks up, and he can hear the sound of things breaking in the background.
"Alfred?!" A tiny voice cries, and it takes every ounce of control for him not to freak out.
"Addy? Is that you? I need to speak to your Dad, is he around?" He tries to keep calm, but the look of fear on Matthew's face causes a bit of him to freak out.
"Alfred, where are you?" The little girl sobs, and there's a sound of a door breaking, and then someone screams.
"Addy, calm down, holy shit, what's happening-?!" He says frantically into the phone, but only receives jumbled answers.
"There are people eating Mr. Smith on the floor." She whispers in horror, and starts to cry again. "I don't want them to eat me!"
"Adeline, please listen to me. You need to be very, very quiet, okay? Just stop crying and calm down." Alfred says soothingly, and a minute later Arthur is out in the hallway too, asking Matthew what the hell was happening.
"I just want to go home." She whispers, and everything goes silent, except for the occasional whimper.
"If someone comes in and stops the bad people, go with them, okay?" He commands, sliding down the floor to sit down.
Three minutes later and Alfred can hear the little girl yell "Daddy!" and the sound of the phone being dropped.
"Adeline? Addy?!" He yells frantically, and listens for anything else. There's a groan, and another scream, this time Adeline's, cut off short and then a horrible, horrible sound of squelching and cracking. "Oh my fucking god, Adeline?" Alfred jumps to his feet, a massive headache coming on. "Adeline? Hello?! Anyone, please pick up-" He begs, and when there's a hand on his shoulder, he feels pure terror and shock run through him.
"They're dead, jesus, what am I going to do." Alfred whispers, looking over at Arthur. He looks afraid, and clutching his own phone. Matthew stands a few feet behind, rapidly talking to someone in French over the phone.
"We need to get over to your place, and fast." Arthur says curtly, taking Alfred's hand. "Maybe there's a chance to save them."
"There are people eating each other Arthur, and you want to come with me?" Alfred can't help but laugh, because this is like a scene out of his shitty zombie movies.
"Of course, who else is going to protect your sorry ass?" He says gently, and takes the phone from America's fingers. "If this is something like, well, an invasion, then you need all the help you can get."
"I don't know if going to my place is the best thing to do." Alfred admits. "if there is something like a zombie apocalypse, then shouldn't all the nations stick together?"
"I think we should make an announcement." Arthur runs a hand through his hair. "What if this is happening in multiple places?"
"Yeah, uh, I will, right." Alfred shakes his head, and tries not to stumble into the room. Everyone is dead silent and looking at him, and he can see Mexico furiously texting to someone. Germany stops talking, and when Alfred whispers to him the situation, he steps off the podium and gives him a sad look.
"Right, so I don't want to freak anyone out, but I'm pretty sure a zombie invasion just occurred at my place." He says awkwardly, and Mexico turns pale, turning to Spain and whispering to him in Spanish.
"And how do you know that?" Japan raises his hand, and Alfred feels a pit in his stomach just opened up.
"I got… and emergency call from my boss. It sounded pretty bad." He has to stop and just breathe for a second, because reality is starting to rush in and oh god they were dead, little Adeline and Mrs. K and his boss-
"Excuse me for a second." He stumbles out, and barley makes it when the hysterical tears start. It's heart wrenching and his chest hurts, and he feels like his world is crashing around him, and he can practically hear the hysteria rising from his people.
There's a hand rubbing on his back in small circles, and he doesn't even care that everyone is probably watching him and is maybe thinking that he's fucking insane. It doesn't matter because now that he thinks about it no plane will probably take him back to his place even if he wanted to.
An alarms starts to go off, and he can hear Mexico screaming in the conference room.
He forces himself to calm down, and pulls in whoever the hell decided to help him a huge hug, and rushes back into the room, now worried about Mexico and what he can currently do.
Spain is hovering over her yelling for an ambulance, and Romano is holding her head in his lap.
"What the hell is happening?" He demands, and pushes his way forward. "Let me see her." He kneels down next to the Italian, and horrified, notices the black veins popping from her head.
"Antonio, do you know who she was texting?"
"Her boss, they were talking about cannibals or something like that, do you think-?"
"This is spreading crazy fast." Romano muttered. "Didn't it just happen to Alfred seconds ago?"
"And Mathieu." Francis put in, leaning on the wall. "But he did not have those black vein lines."
"Do you think she's… turning?" Someone whispered, and the room fell silent again.
"Maybe everyone should back away." Germany said warily, and Feliciano put a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Do you really think Miss Mexico is…?"
"There's no way. I mean, she wasn't bitten, right?" Alfred let out a forced laugh, trying to ease tension. "So we have nothing to worry about!"
The alarm continued during the silence, and the huge TV in the room flickered to life.
"This is an emergency broadcast, North and South America have been hit with a wave of 'zombies', flights are being cancelled and mass hysteria is rising throughout the world, scientists are coming together to try to prevent further spreading-" The person droned on, and clips were being shown of people in the Americas.
The things, these… zombies, were terrifying. Because the bodies weren't rotted like in movies, but still fresh and new. Some had chunks of their body missing, and covered in blood. Their eyes were pitch black, instead of the stereotypical milky white.
They were terrifying.
A gasp went through the room, nations turning away and pulling out their phones to call their individual leaders. Romano pulled away from Mexico fearfully, pulling Spain with him. No one said it, but Alfred knew what he had to do.
"We should put her somewhere enclosed." He said finally, standing up. "So if she does turn… she won't have the chance to bite anyone."
"But maybe the disease isn't transmitted through bite. What if it's a virus instead? Any of us could be infected." China said from the back of the room, shuffling his feet nervously. "I hate to say this but… should we really keep her in the same building as us?"
There was another alarm, cut off short, and then the room plunged into darkness.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, only Mexico I guess?
-Talia