One day I was sitting at my desk doing some Spanish homework and a sudden thought struck me: zombies and Hetalia. Those two don't meet often enough. Two things happened. 1) I accidentally wrote 'Russia + zombies= pure terror' on my homework, 2) this idea was born. It will be a series of entries in a journal Al records , in this story just your average high-school student at Gakuen Academy, relating the tale of how he and a small collection of survivors cut a path to safety through an apocalyptic zombie virus. Pairings will be developed over time- I don't want to insult peoples' intelligence by stating blatantly who's gonna get with who, but I will say you can count on Ameripan (Sorry USUK fans, Amerus and the variations, but they've been my OTP since I joined the fandom in 2010).

With thanks to my good friend, who is Purple Duck at school and Icecreamcadeyjay on Deviant Art, for her constant support of my writing habits, her help when writer's block has me by the balls (which don't technically exist anywhere on my anatomy, but when writer's block has 'em, damn it hurts) and her willingness to listen to my constant babble of crazy ideas. Thanks Purple Duck. You're one of Swan's best angels. And I bet my feathers you're the only person who knows what the hell I meant by that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia (dammit).

Wednesday 12th January 2013

Well crap. I never thought I'd be writing a journal, diary, whatever you wanna call it, for the reason I picked this book up.

I saw this sitting on a desk open to the front page and it was clean. The only writing in it was a couple of equations at the top and today's date- which I left up there- so I just scooped it up and started writing in it. The worst thing is I know whose book this is. Roderich Edelstein . He has just about the most legible handwriting in our class (that's what the teacher's called it, 'legible', why can't they just use simple words like 'neat'?). It's so neat and tidy I recognised it straight at the start just by looking at the clean curves of the 'j' in January. But it's weird, because I feel bad that Roderich might come by later and find his new Math book covered with demented scribbles in my handwriting. Jeez look at this stuff I can't even write straight! The letters are dancing all up and down and over the lines because I can't stop shaking. No surprises I guess, since I coughed up nearly my weight in phlegm like half an hour ago.

I can hear them pounding on the door. That's not doing anything to help my shaking hands. Not at all. I should get up and help but the last time I tried I couldn't even walk without stumbling and swaying side-to-side like I'm drunk. Then again, the things outside are stumbling too but they're doing a freaking number on the door. When we came in Ivan was carrying me on his back. He didn't waste time putting me down, he shoved a desk in front of the door, pulled a bookshelf on its side and added that to the desk and kicked a bunch of chairs in front of it too. This is with me on his back, me the 160-something jock on his back, wheezing from a panic attack and being a total dead weight in general. Gotta hand it to that guy he may look like a weird Halloween costume, but he's strong as heck.

He'll probably put up the biggest fight when the door is splintered at the insistence of the thing outside, who were people I've known for three years and loved as family until this morning.

Fuck me I can't believe I'm writing this.

Here it is: I'm sitting in my Math room with a couple of other people in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! THAT'S SO GODDAMN STUPID! I cannot fucking believe I just wrote that! Shit like this happens in movies with actors like Tom Cruise and Russell Crowe playing the hero, who gets to escape with minimal injuries and a hot chick on their arm. Not in real life with some American kid Hollywood has never seen before called Al Jones, who's trapped as trapped can get in his most hated classroom with a four guys and Bella Dubois who definitely does not fall into the 'hot' category!

Ok I need to calm down. I really really don't want to relive the events that have got me stuck in this room, but maybe if I get this off my chest it will make me feel better. The human mind is better at forgetting if what they're trying to forget isn't unspoken or taboo.

The first lesson was the lesson the world ended for me.

It was English and I swear my brains were dribbling outta my ears, having melted from the incredible unbelievable boredom of that lesson. Melville is actually one of my favourite writers, but Mr Whitfield can make even the most interesting writing duller than dishwater with that soulless voice of his. Excuse me: could. He's dead now. Either eaten or walking around in search of 'food' (that's us).

Kiku's in most of my classes, so he was in this one, and so was Bella and Ivan. There were a bunch of others I wish to God could be here, helping Ivan and Luddie to fortify the barrier. Feliks, Mathias, Lili, Charlotte, Dawson (yeah Dawson, I'm grieving for that insulting douche), Antonio, Toris, Eduard, Gilbert, Cody, Kaoru, Simon, Berwald, Carter, Jasmine, Tino, Asal, Emil, Vash, Sadik, Nikos, Arooj, Kaleigh, Jane, Markus, Sharlotte, Mo, Lukas, Sayid, Heracles, Alex, Tyrone, Romeo, Yisrael, Tara, Clarie, Elizabeta, Myra, Magic, Valkien and a lot of others'. I've already forgotten their names and their faces are gonna follow quickly…

The first sign that a massive shit storm was headed our way was the commotion at the school gates. Gakuen Academy, the name of the building you'll find our bones if the things outside have their way, has a huge tall fence topped with sharp spikes wrapped around the length of the school grounds. It's not at all a modest stretch since the school campus is about 10 miles if you count the playing field ground, swimming courts and, and oh fuck it I don't want to write about those. There's a butt load of facilities on this campus. Anyways someone was trying to get through the gates. It seemed like just a couple of people at first. Maybe some of the media vultures that loved to hover around here. I glanced out the window once or twice, but mostly ignored it. English in Mr Whitfield's hands becomes a thousand times more difficult than it needs to be, so you have to focus like a pro if you want a good grade.

But that crowd at the gates kept growing. And the stream of staff and security going to investigate the problem. Eventually it got to the point where it was distracting Mr Whitfield. Everyone looked at the window. Ivan stood up and went over to it, then the whole class followed suit and lined up along the strip of windows to watch. The crowd had become a mob outside the gates. Over half of the teaching faculty yelled at the people shaking the fence. The entirety of the security team seemed to be pushing the people back with their bare hands. Bad idea. Some of them staggered away clutching at bleeding hands and shoulders. I saw the first one turn with my own eyes.

My eyes probably did deceive me. Wouldn't be surprised since my vision has been blurry with the glasses on lately, however I could have sworn the figure hunched on the pathway leading to the school was the principal. Whoever the it was writhed on the field for about 30 seconds and every one of those was a year to me. I looked from Ivan to Kiku. I had hoped one of them has some sort of explanation. But no. Fuck knew what we were seeing.

And suddenly the guy's back on his feet. The people around his drew close in concern. He bit them. I could see that much. Bitten people were climbing to their feet all over the field, biting more people. Sometimes they pushed them to the ground and tore at their bodies, exposing for the class frozen in horror at the window what human anatomy looked like off the pages of a textbook. Kiku excused himself weakly to throw up in the trashcan and brought some measure of reality back to our situation. Ivan pulled us both out of the classroom pretty quickly. He took us along the corridor and knocked on the door of the classroom where Luddie, Berwald and Bella had their English lesson.

"Family emergency!" he told the teacher (I can't remember who it was) "Luddie's dad was hit by a car. Ber, it was your parents driving and Bella's mom was in the back seat."

"M'parents 'r' in St'ckholm."

"They were driving from the airport."

For some reason the teacher swallowed that shit. I'm guessing because the classroom had a view of the quad from their windows and what was going on in the quad was no better than what we saw on the field. We got all three of them out and were heading up to the next floor where Veneciano and Mei and a lot of others had their lessons when the first one stumbled into our path.

You know what, fuck it. Let's call them zombies. That's easier to say and accept.

One zombie in a boy's uniform stepped into our path. Their skin had this horrible grey sheen to it like all the blood had been recently drained. Their eyes were milky white, cataracts blooming even as we watched. It must have been recently turned because this zombie was rotting right in front of us. since the change had happened so recently it was easy to tell who the zombie had been. Im Song . He was Kiku's cousin.

Kiku stepped forward like he was going to try to talk to the zombie, persuade him to back down and convert to vegetarianism or something. Luddie took him back by the arm gently and shook his head. It was plain that Im Song was dead. Kiku stayed back while Ivan took the initiative again and spoke a few words. Im Song reacted by trying to bite his head off. So Ivan punched him in the side of the head and kicked him down the stairs. There was no crunch at the bottom and Ivan didn't follow it down to finish it off, so the chances that Im Song is one of the zombies hammering at the door are good.

After that horrible episode we-

One of the fists came through the door just now, I have to go and help.

Okay, if this is the first and last that's written in here, this was written by Alfred F Jones, the youngest twin of the set belonging to Francis and Mary Jones who live in Washington DC. They work at the Pentagon. My brother Matthew Williams who lives in Montreal.

In here with me there's Ivan Sasha Braginsky who lives in Moscow, who's never talked about his parents but I know his sisters Natalia Arlovskaya who lives in Minsk and Yekaterina Braginskaya who lives in Kiev.

Kiku Honda from Tokyo, whose sister Mei Yao is in this school somewhere too.

Ludwig Heinrich Beilschmidt from Berlin, the son of Emmerich Beilschmidt and youngest brother of Gilbert Beilschmidt who is missing in action and four other guys.

Bella Dubois from Brussels, an only child as far as I know. The last of us in here is-

One of them has got their heads through. I was right about Im Song being out there.

*gasp* uh-oh, sudden ending. Al couldn't stall any longer, he had to dash to help the others. I'm going to leave it up to the people to decide who they want to be the last character in the room, although I will say it must be a character who is originally male in the series and he can't be Sweden, Latvia, Switzerland, Italy, Sealand, Britain, France, Romano or China. I have plans for those boys *-* and I'm not accepting any non-canon guys or OCs either. (I'm sorry T-T I just don't do well with other people's OCs, and the non-canon guys are awkward to write)

You can ask for the nations/capitol/micro-nation you want to see battling zombies with the aforementioned others. Leave it in a review or PM me. If no one or not enough people vote I'm just gonna play the omnipotent author card and decide on my own. Oh and I promise whoever is voted in will stay alive for a long time. Well, that's it for me. Off I totter to write some more of another fic. Until we meet again dear readers.