Vasputin~ 1st Installment

6 A.M.

The hideout was cold, like always, but even more so this chilly December morning. Italy draped his blanket around himself, and went looking drowsily for his main source of warmth.

The nine of them, Italy, Germany,Japan, Romano, America, England, Spain, France, and Prussia, had all been living together for the past two months in an underground bunker, safe from everything going on above the surface of the earth.

Two months before, that was when the first zombie was born.

No one knew where it came from or how it came to be, but once it arrived, more and more people started getting infected. Governments crumbled, cities went up into flames, the dead feasted on the living in the streets.

That day, Italy had been outside playing with a kitty cat when he heard the first scream. Italy and said kitty cat turned towards the direction the shriek originated from, only to realize that soon the entire area was rent with them, zombies approaching from all sides.

Kitty ran away, and Italy knew she would be safe. Cats were smart and fast.

White flags couldn't help him. They only took this as an invitation for lunch.

So he ran. As fast and as far as he could. He ran for two and a half days before collapsing in an oddly familiar doorway. Before loosing consciousness, he felt a pair of strong arms pick him up and walk away.

Italy smiled upon the memory. He'd slept for five days before waking up, Germany at his side. He'd ran straight to his lover's house.

"Hey Germany," the Italian whispered when he discovered his friend sitting at a surveillance desk, watching video going on above the compound.

"Come back to bed with me"

"Nein," Germany replied with hardly a glance.

"Aww, why?"

"We're going out today. Wake the others, get dressed, get armed, meet me back here in 15 minutes."

Italy saluted and left promptly. So today was a business day. Like yesterday. And the day before.

He and Germany hadn't had sex in, what was it? Four months. Four long dreary months. Even before the change happened, they had become more distant. Always military affairs with Germany, too busy even for just a quickie. Italy needed it bad. There was no way he could masturbate in this day and age, always so worried about what would happen next. He was scared, and the only one that could make it better was Germany, with his sweet, kind eyes and loving touches. But, that would have to wait just a little longer.

"Heyyyy! Germany says wake up, it's a mission day!" Italy said halfheartedly clapping his hands.

The others, all lying in their cots, got up with mixed emotions, except for Romano who kept on snoring rather loudly.

"Big Brother, wake up! You've got to get ready to go or Germany'll get angry at you again!"

"Ah, what do I care about that damn potato eating bastard?" Romano said, pulling the sheet up over his head to block out the light.

"But we might find you some," here, Italy began to whisper, "porn".

At this, Romano shot out of bed like a rocket, and hastily began putting on his gear.

Japan had already armed himself with his Katana and throwing stars, while America had his treasured AK-47 ready to go. England was using his dark magic for some odd, troubled reason and France was planning on using a .22 rimfire. Prussia was planning on killing the zombies with his awesomeness, but Germany made him use a weapon, so he was equipping himself with a World War 2 M1 Carbine. Germany was going to use a Mauser Kar 98k like he always did, so Italy went ahead and got it out for him. Italy and Romano were the close combat fighters, so they'd be using the twin set of Gladius's their Grandpa Rome had given them many years before.

Spain would be with them, using a simple lightweight titanium crowbar. Everyone had a pistol as a secondary weapon, and every fire-arm was accessorized with silencers and glass sights. They were like an ultimate zombie death squad.

France walked over to England, who was struggling to pull his arm guards on.

"Why hello, mon petit lapin, how would you like some help?"

"Don't call me rabbit, frog..." England muttered, looking away from France shamefully. Strange feelings he'd been harboring for both America and France, and he was growing strange because of them. Every time one of them touched him, a jolt would run through his body, even if it was just a brush or one of them accidentally bumping into him, as was common these days. Damn zombie apocalypse, making him have to see these wankers every day!

"Oh, why are you being so cruel, cheri?" France said dejectedly.

"I have my reasons, its none of your concern." And with that England walked away, determination not to show any more emotion evident in his brisk stride.

"Is everyone here?" Germany inquired.

"Sir yes sir!" Everyone except for Prussia saluted, because honestly, why should he have to show West any respect, he was the older brother here!

"Okay, today we'll be searching for supplies and survivors. Do not go into the downtown area, do not venture past the city limits. Always, before entering any rooms, knock. Fire weapons only if necessary. Stay in your group. Report back here at noon. I want no casualties, got it?"

"Sir yes sir!"

"Good. America, you and Japan shall be in a team, got it? Search the grocery stores. Prussia, you, France, and England will be taking the army surplus building." Prussia made a face showing total disgust when he realized that he was going to be working with the fairy and lover boy. "Spain and Romano, remain here and hold down the fort. Italy, you'll be with me."
They all exited the underground compound by going up the ladder and into the hazy sky of early morning, breaking rank, heading off into different directions as new opportunities presented themselves. In a post apocalyptic world, anything could happen, even...love?

A.N ~Well, I know the first chapter isn't all that great, but it will get better as the story goes on. My first Hetalia fic too! Updates nightly. Reviews encouraged, flames/trollers welcome!