I don't own anything, Hetalia is was made by Hidekaz Himaruya. Heck, I wasn't even the first person to put these characters in an apocalyptic situation.

Chapter 1 - You Can't trust Anyone.

"Alright, we'll take a break just up there. Remember to drink plenty of water." said troupe leader Dan, leading the group of hikers up the mountain. Troupe Leader Dan had led this group for years and he was always cheerful and enthusiastic.

It was the Eagle Scouts annual summer camping trip. Matthew was a little out of breath. While he really did love nature he wasn't quite as athletic as his brother. He looked over at Alfred, who was busy chatting with some of his friends.

Matthew took a sip of his water bottle. "Whaa, Stop!" Matthew dropped his water as screams erupted around him. A strange man, covered in blood, was biting troupe leader Dan on the neck. Matthew didn't know what to do, so he just stood there while everyone around him was running and panicking.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his hand and started running. He barely had time to realize who it was. As they were pushing past the trees they ran in a group of people who looked like they were all badly injured, like there had been an accident or something. Alfred stood in front of him and said, "Mattie, we have to get away from here." He turned to him and shook his shoulders, "Mattie, are you listening. Mattie!"

"Mattie!" Alfred shouted at him. He gave him a sharp look, to which Alfred said, "If you don't pay attention we're both going to die. Let's grab everything we can and get back to the campsite." "tsh, whatever." he said as he walked away "Like I don't know the plan" he mumbled. Alfred sprinted in the opposite direction.

The 'campsite' was on top of one of the building that they had secured. On it was the food and other supplies that they had brought with them. They found several buildings like that but no 'normal' people. Since the day that everything changed, 5 years ago, they had run into a few groups of people but had since learned to avoid them. They had made the mistake of helping the wrong people before and payed the price for it. He had said that they shouldn't help anyone after that, and although Alfred had been hesitant, he agreed.

He readjusted the strap on his shoulder bag, it was light and empty except for the emergence supplied that he always carried. In his other hand he held the ax in his other hand. The brothers had found a city and decided to look for supplies. Although he had a bow and quiver on his right shoulder, he didn't think that he was going to have to use it. The hunting knife strapped to his left ankle felt heavy as he walked. The streets were empty except for the buildings that stood like giants around them. There was trash lining the streets that had been abandoned in the wake of the disaster that wrecked the world.

He bent over and picked up an old newspaper from when this had first began. Suddenly he heard a noise from an alley. He watched for a few seconds and prepared for something to happen, gripping the ax tightly with both hands.

When nothing happened he quickly tucked the paper in his pocket and continued on. He found a baby store with a few things still on the shelves, including clothes. Cloth was a very valuable commodity. All of the medicine and anything else of use had already been cleared out. Matthew took some of the clothes from both boy and girl section and stuffed them into his bag after moving some of his survival gear around. It was good to have these things if you couldn't get back to the 'campsite' or if someone took their stuff.

Most of the stores that he had passed had already been raided. Some of them had living things moving around in them and he hoped that they were animals. Although there are times that animals could be more dangerous than the zombies. He moved on in search for something he could pick up. He couldn't afford to be a coward but he also didn't want to walk into a trap.

He came across a store called 'Carl's Book Trade'. It just reminded how much he missed reading. There were a few book that they had gathered but he had read through them all and wanted something else. He wasn't allowed to be the nerd that he had once been, this world didn't allow it.

He walked in, hoping that there was something left. As expected, papers and books were scattered all along the floor. Almost all the books had pages torn out. Something in the air stunk; there was a smell of rot, similar to to the zombies, but there was also a smell of something else. He walked into the store carefully, keeping his eyes open for anything thing that might be dangerous.

His eyes lit up when he saw a few books that hadn't been destroyed. He quickly walk up the shelf, completely missing the blond man just a few feet away in his excitement. He couldn't believe his luck. There was a book on gardening tips that was still readable. As he started thumbing through it the was an unmistakable yell of a man.

Matthew dropped the book and ran out of the store. In the distance he could see a group of them swarming something. There was also a man running ahead of them. Within moments, he was startled when a man ran out behind him. With out a second thought, he turned heel and ran to an alley to pull down a fire escape ladder. However, he nearly tripped over himself when he saw a group of them ambling toward him. He turned and ran the other direction and found a ladder he could use.

In the ciaos he saw his brother slamming heads with his baseball bat. It looked like he didn't really have a choice; he wrapped his legs around the ladder, let go with his hands, allowing himself to hang upside down and drew his bow, all in one fell swoop. The quiver was connected by a hook that allowed it to fall upside down as well; although he did lose two arrows in the process. His glasses slid up to his forehead, allowing him to see more clearly. It was times like these that he was glad he was so farsighted. He hit the heads of one, two, three of them that were getting too close to Alfred, all with practiced ease.

He watched Alfred clapped one of the blond man on the shoulder, and said something to him before running off to his campsite. Matthew put the bow back on his shoulder and finished climbing up. Even though there was several open or broken windows he continued to move to the roof. He had always preferred sleeping under the stars. His flints were useless without anything to burn but the cloth he picked up earlier would make for a nice little makeshift bed.

As he was arranging the clothes, he remembered the newspaper from earlier. He slipped the bow and quiver to the ground beside him and tried to smooth it out as much as he could. It was old and splattered with something he didn't even want to know. Not much was readable but he did find sections about safe house for any survivors. There was also an account of a woman that was working very hard to save as many people as she could. The paper described her as an 'angel.'

He was squinting, as he was still using the same glasses for the last 5 years and the prescription probably needed to be changed, when he heard something on the side of the building. He rested the ax be his feet and hooked the quiver to the top of his pants, drew the bow and waiting for whatever it was to arrive. He was quickly running out of arrows, only a few left, he would have to make more later.

A head of tangled blond hair, matted with blood came up over the ridge. "Whoa!" He said, almost letting go of the building. "Please go away." Matthew said sternly. "Bloody hell Frog," said a voice from below, "don't jump around like that." "Look, we don't want any trouble," said the man with a french accent. "We just need a place to sleep for the night and perhaps a bit of company?" Matthew took a step back. "You'll have to find that else where." he said firmly.

The man gave him a disappointed look, as if he was expecting him to invite he to camp for the night. "Move over," said the voice below, "I want to talk to him." "N-no, back down." Matthew tried to sound intimidating but was failing. The french man moved over to sit on the ledge and another blond man popped up. "Hello lad." he greeted him with a friendly smiled. "I think you dropped something earlier."

He looked down and dug something out with one hand. It was the book that he had dropped before. Matthew lowered his bow and took a step forward without thinking. He eyed them suspiciously before stepping forward carefully and reaching out for them book. "Hold on." said the man pulled the book back toward him. "You can have this if you let us up here."

Matthew stepped back and raised his weapon again. He really did want that book but he didn't want to let strangers up where he was going to sleep. Even from where they where, he could see groups of the zombies surrounding the building. If he turned them away now, he would be sending them to their grave.

He backed away so he was standing next to his stuff. "OK, you can up but stay on that side." the two men jumped onto the roof. Matthew lower her bow as the shorter man walked up to him with the book extended. He took it quickly and sat in front of his bag. He put the clothes back in his bad as the other to were setting up their own camp. When the taller of the two noticed him, he said, "My name is Francis, what is yours?"

He bit his lip as he looked at the ground. "My name is Matthew." he said softly. "Sorry lad," said the shorter man, "I didn't catch that." "I-I said my name is Matthew." he repeated. "Ah, my name is Arthur Kirkland. It's a pleasure to meet you." Matthew nodded and continued to watch them. He set was setting and they were watching it, leaning close to each other. They were whispering, it looked like trying to comfort each other.

He didn't want to drop his guard for even a minute but it was nice to see other people showing real human emotions.