Warning: Blood, guts, gore, zombies, murder, and Scotland. You have been warned. Oh Yes…beware of Scotland.
What else am I supposed to add?
Oh Yeah…
Don't own Hetalia yadayadayada
This was written by both my sister Hiztorybuff313 and me. So give her some credit too I guess.
Names that will be probably a bit confusing:
Iain = Scotland
William = Wales
Irene = Ireland (you can pick North/South)
The drive between his bustling inner city apartment and his mother's quaint country home was only about fifteen minutes. The short drive was something he was generally happy with, it made it easier to drive home after getting completely smashed while at his mother's house.
Iain leaned against the window of his oversized pickup truck and waited for the light to turn that wonderful green color while impatiently, he tapped his slim fingers against the plastic of the steering wheel with a scowl that could curdle milk. Finally the light relented, and he pressed his foot against the gas pedal deterring a pedestrian from crossing the street with a blare of his horn. About two more minutes and he would be at his mother's and stuck in yet another of her 'lovely' family dinners.
Iain's destination finally rolled into view and he saw Arthur, his younger brother, step out of his small convertible and begin to make his way up the driveway. Pulling in right behind the petite car Iain slipped out and followed Arthur's footsteps up the driveway.
His younger brother was wearing one of his ridiculous sweater vests over a cream colored button down. His brown slacks wiped around his skinny little legs as the wind from an oncoming storm blasted around them.
"Hey, Iggy!" Iain called, as if his brother hadn't noticed his arrival. The blond turned around to meet his eyes.
"Hello Iain." He nodded curtly, receiving a smirk in return. "Ah…I can see that you didn't bring anything to eat like mum asked you to. Again." He snapped, a large bushy eyebrow lifting at the edge in a condescending fashion.
"Nah." Iain shrugged, "You guys bring enough food." He opened the door and let both himself and the smaller man get into the front door.
"Hello!" Their mother, one Lillian Kirkland, called from the kitchen. The two followed her voice and moved into the kitchen.
"Hi." Iain said simply before heading towards the cabinet to fetch a beer. Hearing a tut from behind him he turned, the amber liquid clutched in his hand tightly. "What?" He demanded one of his blood red eyebrows lifting skeptically, his mother shook her head and rubbed her temples,
"How many of those have you had today, love?" She asked, not turning from the boiling pot of soup in front of her.
"About three." Iain responded and popped open the cap with the pocketknife his kept on his person without another thought.
"You're going to kill yourself." Irene, his only sister and biggest pain in his neck, growled as she stepped through the front door. "Hello mum." She smiled, giving her mother a peck on the cheek before draping her bulky, tan, winter jacket over one of the chairs.
"Ah, shut up." Iain scoffed irritably as he settled down next to where Irene had set her coat. "Where's William?" He asked looking blankly at the bottle in front of him.
"He was picking something up at the market." Arthur told him, "He said he'd be a bit late." Iain chuckled at this as he sat backwards in one of the familiar oak chairs.
"I'm usually the late one." He smiled triumphantly. "Looks like Willie is finally taking after his big brother."
"Heaven forbid." His mother sighed almost silently.
"Yes, well it seems Alfred is late as well." Arthur chirped
"Ah, so you're bringing the little shit?" Iain chuckled. Arthur nodded with a sigh, ignoring the rude comment out of habit.
"Yes. I'm bringing Alfred." Arthur said, "There, that must be him now." He smiled gesturing as headlights flashed in from the front window. A bright red, white, and blue sports car pulled into the driveway with the rev of a powerful engine before falling silent as the owner stepped free from the driver's seat and entered the house without taking the effort to knock.
"'Sup guys?" Alfred asked as he slipped in through the front door, accepting the hug offered by Lillian and a kiss on the cheek from Irene.
"Hello." Arthur waved from his spot at the table. Alfred went to join him, plopping down in the chair directly besides him.
"It's damn cold outside, huh?" Alfred smiled and hoisted a grocery bag onto the table. "I brought some chili…" He grinned and looked over at the other array of foods that were brought by Irene and Arthur: A vegetable dip from Irene and an attempt at scones from Arthur. "Looks like I fit in fine." He chuckled and popped open the plastic lid to the store bought food.
"If yours is edible then ah'll gladly eat it." Iain smirked, ignoring the glare from Arthur as he tossed Alfred a beer. "Drink up little man."
"I'm as tall as…never mind." Alfred went to protest before Arthur shot him a warning glance. "Thanks." He tried again before looking up at his hostess with a smile. "Thanks for letting me join you guys for dinner, Ms. Kirkland." The woman smiled over her shoulder,
"Not a problem at all, love. It's about time Arthur made friends at that blasted academy that aren't hooligans. I'd had just about enough of those leather pants and flashy jewelry." Arthur flushed at the comment holding his head between his hands as his siblings began to cackle knowingly.
"No one says hooligans anymore, mum. Besides…I haven't worn any of that since high school!" He protested, elbowing his snickering brother in the chest when the man made a face.
"What haven't you worn since high school?" Alfred demanded curiously, grinning at the flushed look on Arthur's face.
"Now there's a collection of pictures I'd love to pull out again!" Iain cheered outright, smacking his brother on the back of the head.
"Please…please no." Arthur begged mournfully.
"Now, leave your brother alone Iain. Honestly, can't we have a quiet dinner for once?" His mother demanded harshly, smacking the redhead on the skull with one of the spoons she was stirring the soup with.
"Fine, fine, but after dinner is free game." Iain cackled, wincing as the spoon struck his skull a second time.
"Boys." Irene rolled her eyes, flicking through a newspaper lying folded on her mother's table."Mum have you read anything on this new pandemic that's making it's way through Europe?" She demanded tapping a picture over an article titled 'The Green Flu Strikes London.' with a worried frown on her lips.
"If I worried about every flu that the CDC called a pandemic I would be so shot up with vaccines that I would most likely end up in my own little hole, right next to your father." Lillian sighed at the mention of her late husband. "Oh enough of that." She decided, pulling herself from ugly memories, "Come now, you lot best start setting the table otherwise you'll be eating on the couch again." Iain didn't budge at this,
"I'm pretty damn used to eating on the couch." Iain's grumbles were once again ignored but they didn't force him to help as he sat back in his chair while the other three began scurrying around the kitchen to fetch a tablecloth and other necessities for the table. Ms. Kirkland let out a sigh and began to pull a large loaf of bread out of the oven.
"Oh please, someone call William. He's not usually this late for supper!" She ordered as she placed the bread onto a few towels that were spread on top of the counter. "Irene, be a dear? The phone's in the other room." She glanced up at the carrot top with mock-pleading eyes.
"No need mum." Arthur sighed as another flash of headlights came into view, "I think he's here-" Arthur cut off as the headlights didn't go off, but instead swerved out of the driveway and back into the street. "I guess not." He mumbled continuing to place a napkin at one of the spots on the table. "It looked like his car." He muttered to himself,
"Looks like Iggy will be needin' some glasses soon." Iain chuckled, causing Arthur to turn as red as the tomato their mother was now slicing for the salad, "But I have to say that the car had a fancy paint job." Iain nodded in approval, the group sent him a few looks, "They painted it to make it look like there was blood on the front." He explained with a toothy grin, "I want that paint job."
"Oh, hush!" Ms. Kirkland snapped, "Dear that paint job would look hideous on your car... it's too old." Iain snorted in disagreement but kept his mouth shut when he received a glare from his mother.
The table was entirely set before Irene actually went into the living room to call William. She dialed the numbers and pressed the phone to her ear. It rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Finally, after a few more rings, the line went to Williams voice mail.
"Not answering, mum." She called into the other room, "I'll try again." With that a flash of headlights rumbled into the driveway and a loud clunking engine stuttered to a stop. William literally leapt out of the car and ran for the door. Irene raised an eyebrow.
Iain sat back in his chair with a sigh and unbuttoned the top of his pure-white shirt. The front door swung open with a bang and William's distressed call for for their mother to come quickly soon filled the room. Iain happily ignored it as Alfred, Arthur, Irene, and his mother bolted into the other room before Iain could so much as look up. The eldest of the Kirkland clan, took the opportunity and light a cigarette. Placing the cancer-stick between his teeth he took a large puff before a scream erupted from the front room. Jumping, the smoke fell from between his lips and caught on his shirt. Iain cursed and smacked the small hole that formed on his shirt out before picking up the cigarette from the floor and tossing it into the sink. Only then did he make his way into the adjoining room.
"Hurry him to the bathroom while I get a medicine kit!" His mother ordered with authority laced thickly into her words,
"I'm fine mum, really!" William argued but was shushed as he attempted to walk into the other room himself. "It's just a small bite!" He protested staggering a bit and falling into Alfred who caught him without a second though.
"What the hell are you all so worked up about?" Iain asked pushing into the room. William was still slumped against Alfred in the middle of the group a small, crescent shaped wound torn through his shoulder. Crimson already dying the cobalt of his shirt. "Your girlfriend get too rough?" Iain snickered, though no one laughed with him as Alfred and Arthur hurried the smaller man into the bathroom down the hallway.
"Whoa!" Alfred yelped as William slumped over once again, "Dude, don't pass out, kay?" He pleaded as he assisted him through the door.
Irene and Iain were left alone in the front room while their mother went to fetch William a medicine kit.
"What the hell happened?" Iain asked nibbling on his bottom lip. Irene shot him a worried glance.
"He was bitten by some bum went he went to the store. Will said it wasn't too bad at first but got worse when he started to head here. Said it started to fester and bleed. Maybe the bum had rabies?" Irene wondered aloud. Iain coughed and nodded,
"Maybe. Poor little Willie didn't stand a chance." He shook his head sympathetically and winced as Irene slapped his arm. Hard. "What the hell was that for?" He snapped when she smacked him a second time.
"That's our brother! Show some compassion!" She let out a shaky breath, "Come on. Let's go make sure he's okay."
The two headed into the bathroom where William was sitting on the closed toilet seat sucking in wavering breaths. His eyes were bloodshot and unfocused as they darted around the room from face to face.
"Move!" Ms. Kirkland snapped as she pushed her way past Iain, Irene, and the other two to get to William. "Now love take off your shirt so I can see it better." She whispered, William attempted to remove the blood tainted fabric from his body, but was unable to manage even that.
"Maybe we should call a doctor." Arthur urged when William began to cough haggardly. Ms. Kirkland ran a hand through William's strawberry blond hair, attempting to calm him, while Irene struggled to get his shirt off without rubbing against his decomposing wound.
"Good idea." Ms. Kirkland agreed once the shirt had been taken off, "I'll tend to him while you call." Arthur shouldered through the group and went to get the home phone. "Iain?" The redhead looked up from messing with his pocket knife.
"Yeah, mum?" He asked,
"I want you to go turn off all the stuff in the kitchen, alright? I don't know how long the wait will be and I don't want anything burning." Iain followed her directions, rolling his eyes as he went. "Alfred, love?" Alfred stepped a bit closer, his eyes wide with concern.
"What do yah need?" He inquired.
"I want you to go into the guest room, you know where it is, and prepare the bed for William. Make sure you have lots of blankets." Alfred maneuvered out of the room and headed for the guest room.
Arthur cursed as the phone slipped from his hand when he lifted it and fell to the floor. His hands were trembling too violently to hold onto the receiver.
It took him a few moments, but he finally managed to get the device to remain steady in his hands as he dialed the family's doctor, who lived only a few houses away. The telephone rang several times before the busy-signal began to ring in his ears. Swearing angrily he dialed again.
"Try 999." Iain called from the other room, hearing Arthur's obvious distress.
"Fine!" Arthur snapped back at him when he received the busy-signal once again. "That line is for patients only! Who would be calling him at..." He paused to look at his watch, "8 at night?" He demanded to himself while waiting for the other end to answer.
A few elongated moments later a voice answered the call.
"999 emergency, we are now receiving a number of calls that we are unable to respond to immediately, but please stay on the line and we will have you speak with one of our people as soon as possible." Arthur cursed, how many calls could there possibly be waiting?
He hung up the phone and a scream erupted from the back room. Arthur jumped and turned as Iain yelped in pain, splashing boiling water down the front of his shirt. Both brothers took off running as a second screech filled the air. Arthur was fast, but Iain was faster. He rounded the corner and skidded to a halt as he saw the bloodbath that lay before him.
Irene was horrified, obviously in shock as she staggered out of the bathroom. On her back she quickly scampered away in a modified crab-walk as a fresh new splash of warm, sticky blood surged across the floor. It grazed and stuck to her leg and she screamed again. Iain leapt forward and pulled her back. Wailing she curled into his chest trembling and sobbing madly.
"He bit her! He's eating her!" She cried. Eyes wide with shock, Iain passed his sister to a startled Arthur and rushed to the bathroom.
Iain stood in the doorway and stared horrified at the scene before him. William looked up at him with eyes that rolled back into his head and were covered in a milky glaze. Bags stretched down below his hazy eyes that showed no emotion above his blood soaked face. Blood dripped from a open gaping mouth that gnashed and snarled when he spotted Iain. Crouched over William rested on his hands and knees with one arm jutting out at an odd angle obviously snapped during the struggle that appeared to have taken place. Blood oozed from around the monster that was once his brother and brushed against Iain's boots.
Looking down Iain felt his heart stop as his mother's motionless form finally registered in his mind. She was broken, staring wide eyed up at the son she had moments before been lovingly taking care of. somehow she was still alive. Gasping she clung to life for a few brief moments, just long enough for Iain to look her in her terrified eyes. With a final scream she died and still William continued to mutilate her.
It was what happened next that would live forever in Iain's mind.
His mother began to shake to life.
Sure, she looked dead enough. Her jugular was torn open and he knew that the skin hanging from the teeth in William's mouth used to cover her neck. Blood that had once spurted from the torn artery still oozed without the beat of a heart to move it. She was in every essence of the word dead.
Still his mother began to sit up, her head twisted in unnatural angles as she tried to look behind her. Her eyes met Iain's in a single moment, and Iain felt a tear roll down his face. Reaching out she a low moan broke through her throat and almost mournfully began to crawl towards Iain.
It was William who broke his trance. With a screech of challenge the man shoved his mother aside and stumbled forward in order to leap towards Iain. Standing dumbstruck Iain was incapable of thinking about what to do. This man killed his mother, but this man was his brother. His little brother. The same little brother he taught to ride a bike, who laughed at his jokes when no one else did. This man was his little Willie.
Mortified, He attempted to shake himself out of the daze while William tripped and stumbled towards him. Iain knew that if he didn't move, he was going to die, but still...this was his little brother.
With an nearly unnoticeable grunt of protest Ms. Kirkland began to roll onto her stomach so she could also reel towards Iain and the others. Shaking his head in terror, Iain lurched backward as a bloody hand swatted at his chest. William had brought himself into a standing position now. His head hung on his neck as if it was unable to support it any longer. His mouth let out an exasperated moan. Iain stood still this time as he felt the outstretched, grubby hands snag onto his pure white dress shirt and slam him into the wall. William pulled himself closer and his jaws neared Iain's exposed throat.
"William...stop. It's me. It's Iain. Willy? You don't know what yer doing...please." Iain whispered desperately, holding onto his brother's head weakly, just barely enough to keep the gnashing jaws off of him.
He was going to die if he didn't move, but he couldn't hurt his own brother. Suddenly William was slammed off of him and onto the ground. Iain gasped and looked down to see Alfred holding William against the ground with a blade drawn. Iain went to help but only to be smacked against the wall by his mother. This time unaware of what was happening he punched in defense. His fist landed thickly against his mother's jaw but she didn't seem to notice regardless of a loud crack that filled the room. She hissed once before Iain grabbed onto her
"Don't let them bite you!" Irene screamed at the top of her lungs as Iain and Alfred wrestled with the two zombified corpses that used to be family. Iain let out a gruff nod as he pushed his mother's...no she wasn't his mother anymore. The corpse's face away from his. With this she staggered back. It wasn't a large stagger, no one but Iain probably noticed it. But she became off balance for about half a second and Iain struck.
He rammed into her chest with his elbow and she was sent back. He pushed himself on top of her and the two fell to the floor with a loud thud. She began to claw at his chest with her nails, leaving welts and several slices along his skin.
Iain lost it.
He rammed his elbow again and again into the skull of this corpse. Switching out between the two and occasionally using a fist. He was in a blind fury to kill what ever was in front of him. Had Arthur gotten in his way he might have even killed him too. Blood spurted from both Iain's now bleeding chest and the woman's nose, mouth and forehead. The nails no longer raked, they simply dragged down his chest, tearing open the shirt and popping buttons as Iain smashed in her face.
As if he had an epiphany he remembered the pocket knife. When digging his elbow into the now shattered front of the skull he fished it out of his pocket. Flicking it open in a swift motion he stabbed it solidly into the head. All flailing stopped. All movement stopped. The nails no longer dragged across the skin. Nothing. Iain panted and attempted to stand.
"Don't touch me!" He snarled when he felt Arthur's hands on his back. "I can do this on my own! Damn it!" He shouted when the hands brushed across him again, "I can do this on my own." He repeated. Looking up at his brother's clear, terrified bottle green eyes, he slipped into a reluctant unconsciousness.
Alright Review please and I'll let you ride in Alfred's sports car.