HEYA! So yeah I started writing this on Halloween…sadly did not finish 'til today…soo HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Before I forget: I don't own Hetalia…and unless I become a billionaire I never will… I don't knw how long this will stretch out, or if I'll update as often as I'd like…oh well ENOUGH RAMBLING!

"ZOMBIES AHEAD TURN BACK OR FACE DEATH" That's what the sign said anyways.

America was heading to his private airport when he came across it, just another one of those electronic construction things. Someone must've hacked into the system, again. It wasn't surprising, as it had happened a few times already, and by a few time I mean a whole hell of a lot of times. 'It got old the first 1,567 times.' He would alert the people in charge of that kind of stuff later.

America looked at the time '12:27'.

"CRAP! Imma be late! Dude, Iggy won't be happy, hell he's gonna be pissed!" England was coming over for Halloween (which was in a couple days). Normally no one would visit him and so, he would generally be a bit lonely this time of year. So when America begged and pleaded he couldn't day no. England's plane was supposed to touch down at about 12:30. America was still about 20 minutes away, and we all know how much of a time Nazi England is.

At about 12:50, America arrived at the airport. Something wasn't right, maybe it was the lack of guards, or the weird noises coming from the runway…which just happened to have smoke billowing into the air.

America's heart clenched. Smoke meant fire, and fire, especially on a runway, meant an explosion, and in this situation, that meant a crash.

The only plane he knew was coming in was England's, 'Is that where everyone went? Is England o.k.?' He sure hoped so…

America hurried of to the runway which the smoke was coming from. As expected he came across a crashed plane, strangely enough the plane seemed to have been departing when it crashed.

He was partially correct when wondering if this is where everyone had gone. There were about 7 people, guards, standing around the plane…no sign of England.

"HEY! What happened?" He shouted this pretty loud seeing as he wasn't actually close enough to them for them to hear him ask normally.

One of the men looked up, and America's blood ran cold. The man looked at him with dead eyes, that seemed to light up with an unnatural hunger upon seeing him, his skin was deathly pale and there was a lot of blood on him, mostly from some sort of wound on his neck. The man showed no signs of pain though…

America knew exactly what was going on, 'It's a…a ZOMBIE!' His suspicions were proved even more correct when the creature let out a moan. The other…zombies… turned and gave him the same look and started to make their way towards him.

They weren't too slow, a bit sluggish, like one would be when first waking up in the morning. So let's asses our hero's situation, he's got zombies closing in on him, he's got really freakin' scary zombies coming to eat his brains, and possibly other body parts too, we all know he wasn't good with horror movies, so why would he be good with the real thing? And to top that he didn't know where England was, 'England! What if he's waiting for me to come rescue him? I'd be no good if I was dead!'

And so he prepared, he sorta regretted not carrying guns with him now…fist fighting these things probably wasn't a good idea... He spotted a gun in a holster at the things hip, they had been guards, a small plan to get said gun formulated in his head, he was grateful for the extra coverage that his gloves and bomber jacket gave him.

Once the first zombie got close enough to make a grab for him it did, rather quickly I might add, but America being the awesome hero he is, sidestepped and hit the thing in the head as hard as he possibly could. The zombie flailed as it tried to regain its lost balance, but it gave the perfect opening, and America took the gun and quickly fired a shot into the things head.

He preceded to do the same to the other 6. "Nailed 'em! Now to find England…I hope to god he's o.k."

After America grabbed ammo of the other guards now lifeless bodies, he decided to check what he could of the plane, thinking that maybe England had tried to fly away.

The only bodies he could see were in the cockpit and they were obviously not England, they were bigger and manlier.

He then decided to check the security and customs building (which was the only building seeing as this was his private airport). America opened the door with some difficulty, as it was heavily barricaded on the other side, though once he did get it open, it seemed as if some of the barricade had been pulled out in a hurry, as if someone had been trying to get out, only to give up.

There was a lot of blood on the floor, some on the walls. Other then the blood the place was quite plain, just a couple of security stations and a hallway which led to a couple customs offices and the bathrooms. A couple of moans from the hallway alerted him that there where at lest 2 or 3 zombies in the building. America hid behind the corner, readied his weapon and disposed of 5 more zombies, all of which had been more occupied trying to tear down the door, which they would've achieved in a couple more minutes, to notice that he was in the building. 4 of them were the customs people and the other one was another guard, which he happily got more ammo off of.

America tried the door, but it too seemed to be barricaded, putting weapon in a ready position, America broke down the door with practiced efficiency, and did a quick sweep of the room before letting his eyes land on a distraught England. England stared back at him before glaring.

"BLOODY HELL, AMERICA! What were you thinking? I didn't put that warning up for nothing! But you still came? WHAT is WRONG with you? You git!" But before he could get any further into his furious rant, he was practically tackled by a really fecking scared America.

"OH GOD! You're o.k.! I thought that they had got you and that you were one of them! But you're not and you're here and ALIVE! I was worried, and they tried to e-eat m-me and it w-was so scary and if-" At this point America was downright sobbing and England just hushed him. They were like this for about a minute before more moans could be heard. America was in no shape to deal with this and started shaking more, he had found England, so the drive he had before was practically gone now. England seeing this, took the gun from America.

By the time the zombies made it to the door, England had gotten a good aim on the doorway and he quickly re-killed the creatures. There had been 3, there wouldn't be anymore here because there had only been 14 people not including the 2 people in the plane and England himself.

It took a while, but America finally calmed down. When he did England decided to speak,

"Why didn't you heed my warning?" America looked up feeling more confused then when he found out he liked England.

"Did you text me?" England pinched the bridge of his nose and gestured toward a computer.

"The road sign, I don't have my phone with me…I forgot it at home…I would have emailed but the computer was only usable for road signs."

America thought about it and seemed to remember a construction sign that said something about zombies and turning back. He flashed a sheepish grin.

"Oh…that…I thought someone just hacked into the system…again…" England raised an eyebrow.

"Again? Your security is worse then I thought."

"While I would normally counter that with "HEY", I'm more curious about what went down before I got here." England nodded and sat in one of the office chairs, he motioned for America to sit in the other.

"Very well. Make yourself comfortable, this may take a while."

End Chapter One

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