Author's note: Hey, guys, what's up? I've been working on this for a while and I've been trying to make it as accurate to the game as possible.
I couldn't find Black Ops specifically in the thingymabob, so... close enough. Enjoy!
Includes FrUK, AmeCan, PoLiet, GerIta, and hints of Spamano & AusHun.
Germany gazed up at the tattered Nazi flag, the swastika in the middle riddled with bullet holes.
Disembodied shrieks echoed through the large, mostly empty room. A splintering noise came from his left and he wheeled around, pistol in hand. A zombie was ripping through the boards, occasionally emitting hungry growls. Germany took careful aim, knowing he had only a few bullets in his small gun, but a loud gunshot rang through the hall and the zombie was killed.
The German looked up the stairs, recognizing a peculiar laugh.
Prussia ran down, white hair sticking to his face with dirt and sweat. "No zombie's gonna kill the Awesome Me," he boasted. He handed Germany a larger gun before running back upstairs. "Rebuild that barrier real quick!"
Germany blinked, taken slightly by surprise, but obeyed. Through the hole he could see more of the undead coming. He watched them curiously for a moment before dispatching them and completing his job.
He was about to go upstairs after the Prussian when a menacing growl sounded behind him. He spun around just in time to avoid a zombie's swinging arm. It took two shots for the creature to fall and one more shot for it to be still.
He rebuilt the other barrier and looked around, trying to discern where else he needed to focus besides these two spots. He decided to hide behind a counter that gave him a good view of the room. From under the balcony he heard a quick pitter-patter of footsteps. He cursed and reloaded his gun, preparing to fire. Could zombies run that fast…?
"Like, run!" Poland, Lithuania, and Italy ran out from under the balcony. Germany lowered his gun, taken by surprise. Poland was decked out in all pink camo and Italy was frantically waving a white flag- Lithuania was the only one that seemed ready to fight, although he too was clearly scared. He stopped and aimed his heavy shotgun, blowing the head off a zombie that was advancing quicker than the rest, before running after Poland and Italy.
Germany took careful aim and took down the zombies, one headshot after another. Lithuania, who had been aiming again, looked around in confusion before spotting him. The weaker country ran over, his friends close behind.
Italy ducked under the counter, only his white flag sticking up. Germany pried the flag away and substituted it for a pistol, which the Italian looked at in confusion.
Poland rolled his eyes and took Italy's pistol. "Hey Liet, you pull this thingy to fire, right?" he asked, pulling the trigger. Lithuania yelped as the bullet pinged off the wall next to him. Poland giggled and pointed the gun towards one of the zombie holes.
England lowered his gun, panting, staring blankly at the zombie corpses in front of him. He hadn't fought like this since his pirate era, and he wasn't sure if he liked the feeling or not.
"Dude, is this totally awesome or what?" America shouted from the other side of the room, waving a machine gun. "I said that there was gonna be a zombie apocalypse, but did anyone listen? Noooo! But this is so cool-"
England walked over and smacked the taller blonde in the chest. "Shut up, you idiot! They'll hear you!"
America laughed and put his free hand on his hip. "Is that the best you can do, old man?"
England was about to reply when he spotted something moving to his left. He quickly turned, bringing his gun up to aim. America grabbed his arm and yanked him behind a pillar, whispering urgently. "You're gonna get hurt. Shoot from behind cover."
The two countries peeked around the pillar. The movement had come from the locked doors, previously overlooked. They were slowly creaking open, although the zombies' shrieking couldn't be heard. The doors gave one final shudder and opened wide.
"France!" England whispered, smiling. He dropped his gun and darted out from behind the pillar, hugging his lover tightly.
France blinked and hugged him back. "l'Angleterre!"
America made a grossed-out face. "I came here with England, but did you come here alone?"
Canada peeked out from behind the hugging countries and waved. "Over here…"
The American had a blank look for a moment before recognizing him. "Hey, Mattie, what'cha doing here?"
Canada picked up Kumajirou, who had been tugging at his pant leg, and looked up at his brother worriedly. "What are any of us doing here, really?"
France released England and turned to the two younger countries. "The answer is obvious."
All three nations gave him blank looks. France sighed and began to explain. "We were sent to this arena with a partner to fight against the same things that are ravaging our countries, correct?"
The three blondes nodded in unison.
"Then our outcome will determine the outcome of our countries," he concluded. "If we die, our countries will collapse and be overrun. If we can escape this arena… we might have a chance at survival."
