Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor Hetalia characters.
Warnings: Rated M for blood, gore. Major and Minor Character death... Hello? Zombies - 'Flesh-Eating Human, Living Dead, Infected' - eat humans.

Face-Family. Eventual pairing are eventual, such as AmeriPan, PruCan. Other pairings will be mentioned.


Two teenagers, stuck outside because of 'Spring Cleaning.' They didn't have money, nor the keys to the car, they couldn't just walk to a favourable destination because they lived in the suburbs. So they just sat outside, grumbling, though enjoyable since it wasn't humid out. Slight breezes whizzed by, causing strands of hair to defy gravity. It was so nice out.

The two watched children play in their yards, some played out onto the street. Street hockey. Alfred and Matthew would always join for a game, but not today. The two were just dead beat tired. They haven't eaten yet, and they were tired. Just how awesome could this get? So the two just sat on the steps, basking in all the heat the sun could give.

A small child holding a hockey stick came up to the gates, "Hey, Alfred, M.. Matthew, wanna play?" Matthew was grateful that the boy got his name on the first try, for that, he got up and walked to the gates. Alfred groaned and got up, too. It was usually two against five when they played, since they had much more skills.

The petite blond grabbed a hockey stick to someone who wasn't gonna play this round. The older blond just grabbed one that was laying on the ground unattended. Alfred chose to be in the middle, giving the other team a chance to take the ball away.

The group were all smiles and giggles, it was a fun match. Children were laughing because one kid had managed to trip over Alfred, cause many curses to spew out of his mouth.

It was then Alfred decided to call for a time, he walked up to Matthew who stood at the sides awkwardly. "Kay, Mattie, bro. We're gonna win this match, kay? Awesome. You see those kids over there?" Alfred pointed to two larger boys, who were the defence. "You're gonna distract them while I get the score, alright, bro? If that doesn't work out, you know the drill" It wasn't really a brilliant plan, but it always worked. The children group was looking at the two blonds suspiciously, like a hawk getting ready to snatch it's prey.

Matthew got ready into position and waited til the right time. He was a great player, planning to get a scholarship from playing- since he was the star player at his high school.

It was about 3pm when their fathers decided to walk outside, lugging two boxes each. This caused the boys to look over to see what's happening.

Alfred walked up to the gate, stopping the game. Matthew followed. "Are we moving or something? What's with the boxes?" The neighbours next door walked out to call in their children, as well as the other parents. This was just too weird. People were getting ready for something. The neighbours on the other side laughed.

"You guys watched the news, too?" he laughed, holding his wife's hand.

The Englishman looked over and nodded, putting the boxes in the back of his car. "Why is there no reason to believe it? You guys go pack a bag of clothes. We have to leave immediately."

The husband, Jordan Oscar, laughed bitterly, watching his son slowly being left alone. "There's no way that's possible. It's just the tv demanding more attention." Demanding what kind of attention? Alfred and Matthew sighed walking into the house, they wanted to know what was going on. They listened intently to the fading talking of the television. '-scientists are testing samples of the blood of the de...' was all they heard before they reached their room.

"I.. I wonder what's going on.." a soft-spoken voice mumbled, breaking the silence in the room. Alfred sat up from his spot on the floor. He gave his little brother a grin. "... What is it..?" though unsure, Matthew still asked.

The grin was getting bigger on Alfred's face. "Let's go find out." He stood up in a dash and grabbed Matthew's hand before going to the stairs. He could hear the sounds of metal clicking together, and doors opening and closing.

"Arthur! What is that?" They heard their papa say, "Why would you even take that? It's a dangerous weapon.." Matthew and Alfred looked at each other with confused faces.

"Weapons?" Alfred whispered. Matthew nodded.

"Why not, Francis? It's for our safety. We could use these! Our sons, they could learn."

"Non! They are vile!" By now, the two were creeping downstairs, the peered from the stairs down the hall into the kitchen; where their fathers were. A light gasp from Matthew was heard. The two snapped their heads from each other to look at the boys on the stairs. Arthur had three guns out in the open and Francis had his hands in his pockets.

Alfred stood up and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. "What's going on?" he pleaded. Francis gave a long sigh.

Arthur looked over at Francis, "They're going to find out someway.." the Englishman nodded before looking at his sons. "Mes fils, according to the news channel, there 'as been many reports and sightings of 'flesh-eating humans.'" Both boys stood there, shocked.

Alfred broke out into smiles, "Sweet! There's zombies? Fuck yeah! My time to shine!" Alfred fist pumped, before looking over his choice of weapons. It wasn't much, though his dad did have a small pile due to having advantages to being a policeman. Matthew looked down. Zombies..

"I thought... I thought they only existed in movies, though." Francis looked over at his young child before wrapping him in a hug. The French blond kissed his forehead before telling him to pack a few things. Matthew complied, bringing Alfred with him. "Y- You do know... This is real life..? N- Not just some game..?" Matthew said.

Alfred looked over at him with a big smile, "Oh. Yeah! Of course I know it's real life! This is all I ever dreamed about! A zombie apocalypse! Starring Alfred F. Jones, featuring family! I've been so ready for this day."


This is just a prologue, the rest of the story will be first person, and hopefully much longer. POV's will jump from chapter to chapter. I'm not satisfied with the shortness of this chapter, but I don't want to give anything away. Hope you have enjoyed reading, now would you please leave a review? Thanks.