Drabbles. Hetalia/World War Z. Better understood if one actually reads World War Z, but all you need to know is that there was a Class 4 outbreak, and most of the world was infected. Any other small details will be clarified at the bottom.

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Beta'd once again, by the lovely Jackidy. Thank you so much hon!

The End of the World

Chapter One: Dasvidaniya

He felt better than he had in centuries.

His nation had been ravaged, his population all but destroyed, all because of a horde of virus-ridden walking-corpses. But he felt stronger than he had since his people had overthrown the Romanovs.

Maybe it was because his people had united in ways they hadn't in a long time. Maybe it was because his military had taken over and actually taken care of the threat. It HAD been the reason he hadn't as large of a panic when the civilians found out, not like the other Nations. All Russia knew, was that his mind was truly clear for the first time since he could remember, since he could walk, since he even knew that he was a Nation.

The man was gaunter than he had been before WWZ, as it was starting to be called around the world. Thin and older than before, but there was a spring in his step and a clarity in his eye that hadn't been there before. And he wasn't the only one in his house anymore. Because of a lack of resources, he had taken Belarus in so that they could pool what they had together, as soon as she had been dug out of the piling corpses.

She too, had changed in the eight years, as had all the Nations, truth be told. From a normally vivacious girl, Belarus had become much calmer, much more focused, and like Russia, sane. Also, she and all the other, though few, Female Nations, had changed her appearance in order to better survive. She was in uniform, a Russian one, and all the Nations had either cut off most of their hair, or gotten used to keeping it in tight, high styles.

The better to keep a Zack from grabbing hold and trying to bite, it was bad enough that most of their countries were overrun; they all had nightmares about what if a Nation was infected. Especially if one of the stronger Nations, likes Russia, America, or even England were bitten.

Even worse it might explain why no one had heard from Korea in a long time now...

Belarus looked up at Russia as he shuddered, lifting her head from his stomach. "What is it?" she asked softly, head cocked to the side. Her shorn hair brushed against her cheek, and Russia got a sad look in his eye. He didn't love her as anything more than a brother, but he was sad that the girl had needed to cut off most of her hair. It had always been one of her best features.

The Ruski shook his head. "Just a thought" He sighed as he leaned back against the headboard, resting a hand on his sister's hand. Both were in uniform, having a rest before heading back out to the troops. "Spring is coming. We need to get reading for the next sweep."

The girl nodded, playing gently with the blood-stained scarf. Russia had done his best to keep it clean, and the stains were small and faded, but it was hard to clean something out in the field when surrounded by thousands of Zeds that wanted to eat you. "Will Sestra Ukraine be joining us soon?"

"Hopefully we are close to her, but there are still many Zs around her house." A hand curled around Belarus' waist. "We will get her back though, it's only a matter of time, da?"

A knock at the door sitting up, Russia greeted the man as a soldier entered. "Sir Ivan, an Alfred is here to talk to you?"

"America?" Belarus chirped from her position against Russia, deep blue eyes peering out at the poor soldier, who was staring at them wide-eyed. It was obvious that this was his first time meeting the Nations, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Russia smiled as he stood, pulling the protesting Belarus off of him. Some things will never change, and her affection for her brother had only been tempered by the Zombie War. "We will be out in a minute" Relieved at the dismissal, the young man saluted before stepping out, quietly shutting the door.

Out in the sitting room, a young man sat straight in his seat, a new mature air around him as he waited for the Soviet pair. Blue eyes were steady as he waited, framed by a damaged pair of glasses, and even though his jacket was torn, it had been lovingly patched back together. A new scar was next to his eye, and would be until the tragedy of Yonkers NY, faded from human memories, but his glasses, while scratched in a few places, were clean, especially around New Mexico.

America smiled as he stood, offering his hand as Russia entered. "Thanks for letting me come, Russia," he offered. The young Nation was quieter than he'd been before the Zacks, and had learned to put his fear and hatred of Communists behind him.

At least until he had everything under control within his own borders.

The taller Nation smiled as he shook America's hand, Belarus nodding politely as they took their seats. "Well, first off, I have something for you two," America offered, rummaging through and inner pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a simple jewel case, the DVD inside unadorned but for the title. "I know you're probably having issues with suicides and ADS, so I asked the producer to translate a copy of Avalon for you." A sheepish smile "My bosses didn't want me to give this to you, but-"

"You do not wish to see me insane again, da?" That childlike smile blossomed as the younger Nation blushed. Bulls-eye.

"Well, anyway," the smaller Nation offered as Belarus took the DVD, "I came to ask a favour of you."

"Da?"

A calculating gleam entered Alfred's eye as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs. "We know that you have leased Vostok Station to the rabies man, Breckinridge. We also know that said lease is coming up soon." A sneer at the thought of the man, the drug Phalanx, the supposed Rabies preventative, helped to cause more deaths from bravado than if the man had pulled the trigger himself.

A shudder at the memory of those first few months, it had not been rabies…

"Yes and what of it?"

"There are quite a few of us who want to 'talk' to him, but we can't get our hands on him at the moment. All we ask is that you don't renew the lease. Have him shipped back to the USA after you kick him out."

"Hmmm, I think we can manage this," Russia offered, grinning. "I might even go and report the man myself, just to see the look on his face, da?" Belarus couldn't help but grin at the smirks of glee on both Nation's faces. Boys, doesn't matter how old they get, they still enjoyed misery at someone else's expense.

"Schadenfreude, heh, only Germany would come up with the phrase for 'Happiness at the Misfortune of Others.'"

They didn't talk for much longer before America stood, needing to get back to his own country. As Russia walked him out, the younger country looked up at him. "Our offer still stands you know, about helping with clearing Siberia?"

The Ruski smiled as he shook his head. "We are doing perfectly well without help America. My borders are all but clean, as are Belarus', and as soon as we dig Ukraine out, we'll have enough to finish Siberia."

"'Paranoid Ivan' huh? Heard you were never hurting for 'munitions, just food."

"Of course and we have General Winter on our side as well." A smile as America exited the house, the older Nation resting a hand on the door knob. "We are strong again. As strong as you were at your prime America. And with our new tsar, we will get through this, even if it takes us years still to finish the fight."

ADS: Asymptomatic Demise Syndrome, or Apocalyptic Despair Syndrome. People were just giving up, going to sleep and never waking up.

Avalon: Three hundred students from five neighbouring colleges turned one into a fortress and defended themselves from ten thousand zombies until they could be dug out. The movie was about how they survived all those months.

Phalanx: A drug that was said to prevent rabies. When the outbreak began, it was reported to be nothing more than African Rabies, and this one man came up with a fake drug that was said to keep you from catching it. He make billions and retreated to Antarctica, where he leases the station from the Russian government.

Next: America reflects on how he ended up hiding in Canada's bathroom.