What do I do when I have no inspiration? Crossover my two obsessions, of course! For those who don't know the terms:

The horde: large groups of Common Infected that will rush the Survivors at random intervals

Boomers: an Infected that vomits a special bile at Survivors, which blinds them and draws Common Infected to them

Smokers: is an ambush class who can strangle Survivors with his long tongue.

Hunters: As the name implies, they hunt Survivors down, pounce on them, and start clawing at them to kill them.

The Tank: Biggest, baddest special infected.

The Witch: passive unless provoked by flashlights, gunfire, or Survivors in close proximity. She is very powerful, and is capable of incapacitating players with a single attack as well as sustaining much damage before dying

( Information from: .com/wiki/The_Infected#Hordes )

Disclaimer: I do not own either Axis Powers Hetalia or Left 4 Dead.

"Lovino! Behind you!"

"Ah!"

Bang!

"Sheesh." The Italian glared at his Spanish companion. "Would it kill you to warn me a little faster next time?"

"Sorry. I hadn't seen it. Are you ok? Do you need to be healed?" Antonio asked through a bright smile and worried eyes.

"No…" Lovino turned away.

"You two should catch up, da?" Ivan called a few feet away. "There's a safe house up ahead and I would like to get there soon."

"Yes of course." Antonio looked around searching for other hiding zombies.

"Wait. Where's the other one? We were four, right?"

"I'm right here." A voice called from behind. The three non-infected characters looked at the owner of the voice in confusion. "It's me. Matthew? Matthew Williams? We went over this!"

"Right, right." Ivan spoke for the other two. "Well, onward." And the four man group (plus bear) mobilized.

"Stay near me you idiot." Lovino commanded not looking at Antonio. "You and that other guy seem to be the main targets for special infected."

"Don't worry about me." Antonio replied. Lovino sneaked a glance and noticed the other man was still smiling. How could he smile at a time like this? They had pipe bombs, fire bombs, and massive guns in their hands; zombies where attacking them from all sides dying to eat them alive; they had lost connections to other survivors; writing on safe house walls proved that people were going insane, and yet Antonio still smiled. And it wasn't even a worried smile! It was as laid back and carefree as it always was! Wasn't he scared? Did he not understand the situation they were in? Of course he didn't. Damn did that bastard piss Lovino off.

"Boomer!" Matthew called out nervously tightening his embrace on his bear (who was wearing a vest and a cooking pot for protection). Ivan heard the disgusting puking noises and tried to keep his guard up as he fought against a small, unexpected horde that suddenly ganged up on them. Antonio casually targeted zombies with his shotgun pushing them away as he rapidly reloaded.

The putrid and rather nerve-wrecking noises let the survivors know that a bloated zombie was near; now the difficult part was locating it. Lovino was able to break free of the lesser zombies and, gathering up most of his courage, ran on ahead in order to find the Boomer, which he did, and shoot it, which he didn't.

"Fuck!" Lovino exclaimed as he and his "teammates" got drenched in zombie vomit. In less than an instant, and without saying a word (but clearly unpleased), Ivan turned and killed the Boomer with one pull of the trigger of his sub-machine gun. Matthew let out a shriek as he was surrounded. In his panic, the Canadian did not notice his bear, Kumajiro, digging into his owner's pocket, getting the pipe bomb, and throwing it far away in order to distract and kill most of the horde. Suddenly feeling liberated, Matthew opened his eyes and straightened up.

"Thank you, Kumajiro." He breathed.

"Who?" The bear tilted his head.

"Alright, let's go." Ivan ordered as the others finished shooting one or other random zombie.

The team advanced further up the road and found abandoned train carts blocked the road. It was silent.

"There. The house." Antonio pointed at the wooden building and the five of them entered. It was dark and the light their flashlights provided was limited; nevertheless they were able to eliminate all the zombies in first floor. Ivan quickly went up the stairs, closely followed by Lovino, while Matthew and Antonio checked the closets in the first floor for anything dangerous or useful.

"Life packs up here!" Lovino shouted as he bandaged himself up. Ivan stocked up on ammo.

"Lovino, you should really rest for a while." said Antonio. "You don't look too hot. Here. There's a chair over here—"

"N-no." the Italian met the Spaniard's worried eyes. Perhaps the idiot was taking things more seriously than he thought. 'It probably didn't show because he's better than me at fighting. Everyone is.' Lovino looked away.

"¿Seguro? You could really use the break."

"No. I-I'm fine." Perhaps he was a little scared… Ok, he was terrified, but he had to be strong. For Antonio. And for Feliciano who was waiting for him, wherever he was. "Besides," he continued, "There's no time for rest anyway."

"You've got that right." Ivan practically growled as he looked out the window.

"There's another horde coming!" Matthew announced once more.

"Another one? What the hell?" Lovino neared the other two in order to look out the window himself leaving Antonio in the room alone. "Dammit!" He looked around. "Ah!" He smiled. Ivan followed his gaze.

"Perfect." The bigger man grinned and quickly grabbed the oxygen tank and threw it at the foot of the stairs. Matthew had already begun shooting zombies from the window.

"Antonio! Are there any pipe bombs in that room?" The blond haired man asked. No reply. "Antonio?" He paused what he was doing and heard a distant "Help!" Abandoning his post, Matthew raced over to the other room to find an open window through which he saw a Smoker strangling Antonio. "Shit!" Matthew immediately looked through the scope of his hunting rifle and killed the villain with a headshot. The victim stood up trying to ignore the pain of the new gash he had in his right arm. "Get back up here! I'll help you clear the entrance, eh?" There was an explosion from inside. Ivan and Lovino seemed to be doing fine.

Once Antonio got back upstairs, the horde had been taken care of.

"I told you to stay near me, dammit!" Lovino scolded.

"I remember." Antonio sighed.

"Oh, you are hurt." Ivan noticed. "It is painful, da? Here, let me help." The injured man smiled in silent and modest consent.

"No. I will." Lovino argued. Ivan might be helping them now, but he was still a pretty shady character. He could not be trusted.

"Don't be silly, little one. You will probably need that life pack more than I will. Don't waste it." The Russian smiled but his words were dark and commanding. Lovino hated to admit it, but Ivan was right. The man barely took any damage when fighting while Lovino was constantly getting injured. Admitting defeat, the Italian took a step back and let Ivan heal his friend.

Matthew checked the windows making sure there were no stray zombies lurking around. "Oh! Guys, I think I see the safe house from here." He zoomed in with his scope. "Yeah! It's there!"

"That's good." Antonio sounded relieved.

"Da. We're almost there. Is everyone good to go?" No reply. "Alright then, let's go." The team jumped onto the roof of the porch and from there onto the floor. And then they heard it. Childish, female whining. It was sad, pathetic almost, and yet ambiguously evil.

"Witch." Lovino whispered. "Turn off your flashlights."

"I'll get rid of her, da?" Ivan smiled. "Antonio, give me your shotgun."

"Why?" The other asked.

"Do you want me to kill her or not?" Ivan asked smiling but sternly. They exchanged guns.

The almost naked zombie was doubled over in the middle of the bridge the team needed to cross in order to get to the safe house. She swayed in her place making the ignorant believe she was simply a sad, lost, little girl; but how wrong she must prove those people as she ripped them apart limb for limb.

Ivan quietly and carefully made his way towards the witch. Matthew held his gun in its offensive position, ready to fire at will; Lovino wrapped his arm around Antonio. When the latter looked in confusion the first said "You d-don't n-need to be scared-d."

"Scared? I'm not scared." Antonio blinked.

"Don't be stupid." Lovino glared and got closer to the Spaniard.

"But I'm no—" The witch gave a more agitated grunt.

"Shut up!!" Lovino whispered closing his eyes and squeezing Antonio's arm.

Meanwhile, Ivan snuck up behind the undead and shot her in the back of her head. The other three jumped. "There. She's dead." Ivan smiled. Matthew, Lovino, and Antonio stared at the Russian wide-eyed.

"That quickly?" Matthew got closer to examine.

"Da!"

The blond boy poked the re-dead woman with the point of his boot. "Well would you look at that. It really worked, eh?"

"How anti-climatic." Antonio laughed.

"Alright already! She's dead! Can we please just get in the safe house?" Lovino asked angrily. They quickly entered the train cart and locked the iron door. They were safe.

For now.

Well, yeah. These are my plans for the campaigns:

No Mercy: America, Italy, Germany, Lithuania

Death Toll: England, France, Poland, Hungary

Dead Air: Austria, Japan, China, Prussia

Blood Harvest: Spain, Romano, Canada, Russia

I'm leaving for Europe today for a couple of weeks so hopefully I'll be able to get inspired for the next chapter. Any suggestions or complaints about anything, please let me know.

Thank you for taking out of your time to read this.

Aurora