Beginning of the end (Zombietalia) Chapter 1

((Hi! So first off, this is a fanfiction based on an RP I did with Returnmemory on DA. Her original deviation can be found here: art/Is-this-the-end-Zombietalia-Lovino-Vargas-335698053

This story was posted on DA prior, but I decided to put it on as well. I am RP-Esmera, so don't worry about me stealing a story ;)

It's Zombietalia, so Hetalia with zombies. :3 She played Lovi, I was Toni :3 Later we assigned rolls for other characters, buuuut it's too much work to write that all down xD Also, if you find any spelling mistakes, TELL ME! :3 I copy-pasted most of the story, and mistakes sometimes slip in. :3

Warnings for the haters ;) :

· Human names used

· (Non-) Hetalia OC's used as well (Ambrosia, Eline, any names/characters that are not cannon xD)

· YAOI and YURI. You have been warned.

· SMUT. In later chapters :3

· Angst, rape and abuse

· Lovi's potty mouth xD

We have used a lot of pairings in the RP, these will come back in this fanfic;

· Spamano (main couple)

· Implied GerIta

· Implied PruHun

· PruIta

· AmberLine (Ambrosia x Eline, my two OC's)

· Implied France x Fem!England

· LietPol (?)

· Hinted UsUk

· DenNor

· SuFin

Other pairings might be added later :3

If you don't agree with any of these pairings… Then why are you reading this? XD So let's do this! :D))

Lovino grumbled loudly, waking up from his hiding place. He felt tired, this bags under his eyes signalling he didn't sleep very well. Well, can you blame him? It was the fucking zombie-apocalypse, for fuck's sake! He rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the dark circles, which of course didn't work. The Italian cursed. "...D-Dammit, I'm starting to hate these days..." He grumbled, eating his last sandwich and drinking his last drops of water. After his minimum breakfast, he took out his notebook, and began reading his earlier passages.

'Ciao, I'm Lovino Vargas….ugh! Why the hell I'm writing something on this piece of paper!? Okay, let's start here: How can this be happening. HOW!? First it was just my dog, then my mother and father…then…my ex-boyfriend named Josh.

They ALL turned into mother fucking zombies! Yes! Fucking. Human. Eating. Creatures! Well, I didn't even like Josh, he just kept me as his stupid mascot…

I don't know how long I've been alone now, walking and walking…sometimes running away from those bastards. I don't have much ammo left or food or…barely anything. I can count my ribs on my chest. I suck at making new weapons, and it's fucking hard to carry good ones.

It's been only three weeks, I don't know where I'm going, but... I think I'm dying soon. Not sure where or how, maybe I turn into one of them, maybe because I don't have much food left or water... Last time when those bastards almost got me I had to leave most of my stuff at that hiding place and run….fuck.

This is the first time that I really wish, that I could talk to someone or even love someone... but….I don't know how long I can stand this anymore…'

Lovino grunted unhappily at the passage. He took out his pencil, and started to write.

'Today I ate the last piece of my food and drank the last drop of my water. I guess this is the end for me now. All the stores nearby are fully empty, I can't get inside any other store, because those are crowded by zom-'

SCHRIEEEEEK!

Lovino jumped, quickly shoving his stuff in his backpack. Shit. Shitshitshitshiiit! Zombies. And from the sounds it turned out to be a big horde. Lovino jumped up. "How did they find me this quick!?" He cursed, hauling his backpack on his back. Then he ran, the horde of zombies following him.

"H-huff... huff... f-fuck..!"

He kept running. But his legs were tired, his body was tired... His knees buckled after running for a while. "F-Fuck..." Lovino muttered, feeling blood running down his knees. He curled up on the ground, knowing his end was near. It nearly made him happy. "G-good bye...finally..." He muttered, closing his eyes and smiling. The Italian waited for death.

It never came.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG, BANG!

Gunshots were heard, a few undead dropping to the ground, unmoving. "¡Holaamigo! You need some help?" a Spanish accent called out to the Italian. A young male with dark curly hair came running towards him, reloading his shotgun. His green eyes sparkled slightly as he grinned at Lovino and aimed at the zombies. "I would run if I were you amigo. I'll hold them off."

Lovino gasped once he turned to look at the man who ran towards him. Someone wanted to save him?! Who the hell does something like that in the middle of a zombie apocalypse?!

"G-go the hell away! I'm fine!"

He tried to pull himself up with trembling steps as he leant against a wall to balance his steps. "..Urgh...ow..." His knees were bloody, the blood flowing down as he tried to run, which was not so fast.

The Spanish man just chuckled, shooting at the zombies again. But soon enough, he noticed the horde was too big. He grabbed Lovino kind of roughly, bolting off with the Italian swung over his shoulder. "AGH!" Lovino yelped as he was picked up, and carried away like a damn item. "H-Hey!" He pounded on the man's back to make him drop him, but the man didn't. He was surprisingly strong.

After running for a while, the Spaniard managed to jump over a fence, falling down into a building. They landed on the hard floor, the man gritting his teeth in pain. But there was no time to be in pain. He pulled Lovino to his feet, pulling him into an empty room, barricading the door with a heavy cart. Seeing the door was sealed tight, the man sat down, panting. His tan skin was glimmering with sweat from running.

"Wow... That was too close." he panted out, sending Lovino a goofy grin. Lovino backed away from him a bit. "You... uhm..." He quickly grabbed a fork that was laying around, just in case this guy was dangerous. "...You shouldn't waste your bullets on others..." he hissed.

The Spaniard frowned at Lovino's tone. "Is this always how you thank people? For the record, I just saved your life. A simple 'thank you' would be nice, you know." He stood up, crossing his arms.

Lovino's glare faltered for a moment, then he glared again. "You should be prepared for anything in these times. You saved me, you accept the consequences that come along, if you even thought this through beforehand...I might be a rapist, killer...etc..." He sighed for a moment, gripping the fork tighter. "But for now… thanks."

"You're welcome~" The Spaniard smiled. He noticed Lovino's bloody knees and frowned again, opening his backpack and pulling out some disinfecting spray and bandages. Hearing him pull out those things, Lovino jolted a bit. He looked away, gripping the fork tightly, then glared at the tanned man.

"Don't even think about it..." He hissed quietly, being really distrusting. "I'm only trying to help you... Calm down." The Spaniard pouted. He moved closer, noticing the fork in Lovino's hand. He gave a snort at the pathetic idea of a weapon.

Lovino trembled a little bit as the man came closer, shutting his eyes as he was afraid to move from that spot. He knew they were both trapped into the same room, the Spaniard could do EVERYTHING to him right now. The fork trembled fiercely in Lovino's hand as it looked like it could drop any minute. He heard the Spaniard sit on his knees in front of him.

"This may sting a little..." the man muttered, opening the spray bottle and putting it at level with the wound. Then he sprayed some on Lovino's knees.

He lied. It hurt like HELL. Lovino let out a harsh yell into his hand, just to keep the noises in. "...!?" He glared at the man before him and pointed the fork at his chest. "...T-t-that hurt dammit!" He hissed quietly.

"Sorry..." The Spaniard muttered, giving him a little smile. "But it's better than an infection, don't you think?" He took the Band-Aids, sticking one on each knee carefully. On closer inspection, Lovino would see that the Band-Aids had tomatoes printed on them. "There." The man sat back. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?"

Lovino blushed at the Band-Aids a little bit. But in the end, no one could see them so it made him relax sooner than when he would have when people were still alive. "...N-no..." he shook his head at the Spaniard and then pulled his knees close to his chest, happy that his knees didn't bleed anymore.

The tanned man chuckled. Lovino looked like a little tomato. He extended his hand for Lovino to shake. "I'm Antonio by the way. Antonio Carriedo. What's your name?"

Lovino looked down for a moment until he offered his hand to shake Antonio's own. "...Lovino...Lovino Vargas..." he muttered quietly and then nodded slowly. "Nice to meet you Lovino!" Antonio smiled. Suddenly he fell quiet, putting a finger on his lips. Slowly, he walked to the door, listening carefully. A few groans came from outside. "Walkers." He mouthed to Lovino.

Lovino kept his knees against his chest and tried to be quiet. He trembled slightly from fear as he was afraid that they would start banging on the door. Or worse, break through the door, and eat them alive, snapping their bones and- "...hgh.." He felt panic at times like this, which made his body go into a shocked and paranoid state so he couldn't move. After an few minutes, which felt like years, the groaning moved away from the door. The walkers had walked on. Antonio sighed in relief, muttering a Spanish prayer under his breath. "They're gone Lovino, don't worry."

Lovino let out some air out of his lungs as he had held his breath for moment. "Si.. I'm okay...I wasn't scared dammit." he frowned a little bit until he took his backpack. "...I'll be continuing my walk tomorrow.." he murmured and then continued writing in his diary.

"Suuuure." Antonio didn't believe him. He opened his backpack again, pulling out a walkie-talkie. He pressed the button a few times, but only got static. Giving a groan, he put the thing back into his backpack. "Well, looks like we'll have to stay the night."

Lovino huffed and just ignored what Antonio said. He just tried to write down everything that had happened so far, until he turned his page and continued working on some kind of nice looking background picture that he had started to draw few days ago, to relax a bit.

Antonio walked over without Lovino noticing, looking over his shoulder at the drawing. "Wow... That's pretty. You have talent Lovino." He smiled. As soon as he heard Toni's voice, Lovino slammed the notebook shut with a heavy blush. "...W-w-what are you staring at!?" he scowled and pushed the man away a bit by pushing his chest. "...Don't look you asshole..!" Lovino stood up and groaned as his knees hurt at the action. "Why not?" Antonio pouted. "You can draw really good. Why hide it for the world?"

"...Because no one in this world will award it with anything anymore..." he frowned at Antonio and turned to look outside quietly. "...This world is a mess.. and we're going to die soon..." he sighed sadly.

"Why so down? We're still alive. We can still fight. Don't give up so easily while there's still hope." Antonio said with optimism. Lovino rolled his eyes slowly, his breath hitching. "...There's nothing to live for anymore..." he bit his lip hard, tears rolling down his cheeks. "..I just don't want to be alone…" his voice trembled.

"H-Hey, don't cry." Antonio said, putting a hand on Lovino's shoulder. "It will be alright, I promise. We can stay together if you want. You don't have to be alone."

Lovino had never felt this lonely. It felt so...good to finally talk to someone. He barely showed his tears to anyone, but now it didn't matter. Antonio looked a guy he could trust. "...uugh.." He wrapped his arms around the other man and pushed his face against Antonio's chest as he tried to stop crying.

"Hey.. There, there.. It's okay.." Antonio hugged him back, patting his head. When Lovino continued to cry, Antonio got an idea. "Fosososososo~ Fosososososo~" He muttered. It was just a cheer-up charm he had learned somewhere. Lovino went a bit quiet once Antonio made that weird sound. "...W..what..?" he stared up at him and frowned. "...I.. uh I'm fine d-dammit.." he turned away from him.

Antonio frowned a bit when Lovino let go of him. "Okay, if you say so." He decided, sitting down on a pile of junk that was laying around. Feeling something wooden, he stood up again, suddenly grinning. A guitar. It didn't look too busted as Antonio pulled it out. He gently strummed his fingers along the strings, cringing slightly at the false notes that came out of the instrument. As Antonio found the guitar, Lovino let out a small yelp. "...F-fucking asshole you're going to trap us here dammit.. What if the walkers or anything else hears us?!" he "yelled" close to Antonio and tried to take the guitar away from him.

Antonio released the guitar just as Lovino pulled, making him fall down on his butt. He flinched. "S-Sorry!" He whispered, listening if the walkers had heard them. Lovino groaned quietly as he had fallen onto his butt. "..A-ugh.." he tried to hold his tears back, but failed as he felt couple tears running his cheek when it hurt a lot. "...A-asshole.." he whispered while he rubbed off the tears. "...You can't play here dammit.." he hissed at Antonio.

"I-I know.. S-Sorry. Are you okay? I-I didn't mean for that to happen.." The guitar was laying forgotten on the floor as Antonio helped Lovino up.

Lovino huffed quietly and then stood up, pulling his hand away. "I'm fine dammit!", he whisper-yelled at Antonio and he walked to the corner to try to keep away from Toni. "...I'm not going to be with you the whole time so shut the fuck up or you kill us both soon accidentally..."

"Well, sorry if I'm just trying to help the first alive human I've seen in weeks!" Antonio grumbled. Sorry if I care if another person dies! SORRY that I don't want to be alone too!" He snapped, hugging himself, eyes downcast.

Lovino turned his back on Antonio as he leaned against the wall and continued drawing into the notebook he had. "...Si, Si...shut up already...I-It's already too noisy here because of someone.." he was mostly meaning he himself was too loud when he spoke.

Antonio frowned, glaring slightly at Lovino. He felt kinda pissed. I mean, really, he saved this kid and all he got from him was a strained thanks. And that was only when Antonio became frustrated. Lovino cursed at him, called him names.. He was beginning to regret going out to look for supplies this morning. Now he was stuck in a room with an angry Italian, and walkers were outside. Not exactly what Antonio had in mind today. Antonio just sighed and sat down, grabbed his backpack and pulled out a knife. He continued a little wood carving he had made yesterday. A tomato.

Lovino continued leaning onto the wall for many hours, without speaking to Antonio, until he started feeling hungry. Goddammit.. He didn't even have any food with him anymore, not even fucking water, since he ate and drank it all this morning. This Italian closed his eyes for a moment to try to concentrate all his thoughts away from food and water as his head was slightly spinning.

Grumble…

"..."

His stomach growled quite hard, but he was way too embarrassed to ask anything from this Spaniard. Maybe he didn't have any food with him either.

Grumble…!

Antonio looked up when he heard Loviono's stomach growl again. Even though he felt a bit pissed at the Italian, he couldn't be so cruel to let him starve. He opened his bag again, looking through the contents. After looking for a few minutes, he found a small package of dried meat that he found the day before. "Hungry?" Antonio asked, holding up the meat for Lovino to see. "I-I know it's not much, but we can share it."

Lovino turned his head toward the Spaniard once he heard him asking him something, "…It's yours…" he murmured and turned back to look down. "…You shouldn't let yourself starve dammit…" he cursed quietly while holding his stomach. "I'm.. going to get some food tomorrow" he mumbled and then leant his body against the wall again.

Antonio ignored Lovino's words, opened the package, taking half of the food out, and then tossed the other half, which was still in the package, in Lovino's lap. "Eat." He said simply. "You shouldn't starve yourself as well." He took a bite of his own half. Lovino stared at the food, drool almost dripping from his lips as he saw it.

"…"

He took the package, sliding some meat from it and then started eating. It was so damn good.. He took his time at eating, enjoying all of it. Antonio gave a soft chuckle at his eagerness, finishing his food just before Lovino. Once Lovino finished his food, he looked down at the package and threw it to Antonio.

"..."

He continued drawing with his pencil. Antonio caught the package before it could hit him in the face. He gave a slight pout, but decided Lovino probably didn't care. Antonio looked out of the window, seeing the sun set, colouring the sky pink and orange. "It's beautiful.. Isn't it?" He said with awe. "Even though our world has become so ugly... A simple sunset can bring beauty to it."

Lovino turned his head to look outside, only giving the sunset a small nose wrinkling, "...yeah right.. tell me about it after everyone is dead..." he rolled his eyes and then laid down onto the ground. "I'm going to sleep.." he murmured, resting his head on his hands as he tried to fall asleep.

Antonio frowned. "Well, that certainly lightened the mood." He laid down, using his backpack as a pillow. "Buenas noches.." He mumbled, closing his eyes. Lovino just rolled his eyes, turning away from the Spaniard. What a crazy day.. But he had a feeling.. that this guy might just turn his life upside down.