Flying: Hello everyone! This happens to be my second (published) fanfiction! I plan to update this one a lot faster though... I wanted to do a Hetalia fic, so i came up with an idea! I know there are several zombie AHP fics, but I wanted to do another one, one more funny than serious, though this will be serious sometimes...

Flying: A song that mostly influenced this fic is Hero by Skillet, there's an AWESOME AMV on YouTube (remind me to find it and I'll write the link on here), a fanfiction that inspired my story is Hetalia ZOMBIE by Shadoweye12 so go read that...

Flying: since I have the serious stuff done, let's move on to the disclaimer by America!

America: Yo! What up my home dogz!

Flying: (sighing) what an idiot!

England: I agree he's such a git!

Flying; but u love him~ (SPOILER!)

England: I do not! He's a bloody idiot with no class and eats McDonalds all the time!

America: (with Big Mac in mouth) mm mmmm mmm? (what was that?)

England: SEE! He's an idiot! America! Swallow your food before you speak!

Flying: AHHH! I can't handle all the fighting (duct tapes England to a bed hon hon hon~)

France: ah Angleterre (England) you look so delicious... hon hon hon~

Flying: whoops (England screaming in background) (shrugs) oh well AMERICA HERO TIME!

America: (jumps out of nowhere waering superhero costume a.k.a. tights...) THE HERO IS HERE YAHOO!

Flying: just... go help England... (speechless)

America: OK! ENGLAND I'M HERE TO SAVE YOU

Flying: WAIT before you go say the disclaimer...

America: (all ready gone)

Canada: I'll say it (says it in a really soft voice)

Flying: WHAT WAS THAT! GHOST! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! wait it's just Canada whew!

Canada: Flying does not own Hetalia Axis Powers (APH), America, England no matter how much she wants to..., me, France, zombies, anything really...

Flying: thanks Mattie (gives him maple syrup from Michigan, I'm practically a neighbor to Canada here!)

Canada: (blushes) your welcome

Flying: ON WITH THE AWESOME STORY!

Prussia: hey! AWESOME is my word!

Flying: get outta here! you don't come till later on (SPOILER!)

Prussia: I'm too AWESOME to leave! kesesese~

Flying: I love you Gil, and Gilbird! But I wanna kill you right now, but my love (thankfully) stands in the way... oh well... STORYTIME~


The sky was filled with pink, red, orange, and purple instead of the normal blue. The sun was to the west and was sinking as a way to say, " I must go, but I shall be back again tomorrow." Trees and buildings littered the small town that was in the middle of nowhere. Everything was quiet. Nothing was moving. No humans, no birds, no animals. The town was a ghost town, like many others in the United States of America.


You may ask, what exactly happened that made all of the ghost towns. It was all because of the terrible accident that happened two years ago. The U.S. was known for behind the scenes experimentation. The disease was created by the experimentation. Nobody knew except the scientists experimenting and certain people in the government. The disease was made so it couldn't be cured by anyone, not even the scientists creating it. It was created to be an air-born disease to spread throughout Iraq, who the U.S. was at war with at the time.

The disease was simply contained in an everyday glass jar. Then, one of the scientists tripped crashing into the table that the glass jar was on. The jar fell, and dropped to the floor. It crashed releasing the disease into the air of the laboratory.

Thankfully, the air-born disease stayed in the room, but the scientists who were affected, did not. The scientists were grotesque looking. Rotted, gray skin, only patches of hair, sharp teeth, and cat eyes that helped them see in the dark. They were hungry and only one thing could satisfy them. Blood.

The laboratory was in the desert of Nevada so the scientists would be safe from being found. It was nighttime out, but because of their eyes, the creatures could see perfectly fine. The creatures escaped and went to find their food. They stumbled upon a rabbit, but found that animal blood was not to their liking. The only other option was human blood.

Finding a small town, the creatures attacked. The whole town was wiped out that night. Everyone was killed and drained of their blood, accept a few. These humans suffered a worse fate, they were turned into the creatures by accident. The saliva of the creatures went into the humans' blood stream when they were bitten. From then on there were two classes of the creatures, the Vampires who drained humans dry and the Ducers, who "reproduced" more of these creatures.

The next day a semi pulled into the town that was attacked unaware of the danger that lurked there. He brought food for the grocery store and he had been there many times before. He pulled up to the grocery store and got out of the truck. He looked around and saw that there was nothing moving in the town. He knocked on the store's door since the store was closed, and when nobody answered, he peered through the window. There was no one inside, but blood was splattered everywhere.

The man rushed back to his truck and jumped in. He whipped out his phone and dialed 911 as he saw some creature that looked like a human jump on the front of the truck on the windshield.

A 911 operator answered a call and she said, "911, how may I help you?"

"Help me! There's something on my truck! It's all rotted looking and it's trying to break through my windshield," the man replied.

"Calm down, sir. Can you describe what it looks like a bit more sir?"

All the operator heard was a cry of, "ZOMBIE!" and the sound of glass breaking following the cry. She heard the man scream, then everything was quiet and the phone disconnected.


Three males made their way down an empty road. One was in the front while the other two followed. Each had a backpack of considerable weight and each held a gun. The leader looked very exhausted compared to the other two. They didn't talk and continued walking until they reached an abandoned gas station.

"Whew, finally! I thought I was 'bout to die from walking so much," one guy said. His name was Alfred F. Jones. He was American through and through with dark blonde hair that had a piece sticking up with baby blue eyes that glistened with mischievousness. He was tall and he had a considerable amount of muscle on his body. He sat down by one of the gas pumps.

"Get up you git! I need you to help me make sure the surrounding area is safe," the leader yelled in a British accent. Arthur Kirkland was his name. He moved to America many years ago but still had his accent. He was quite short compared to the other two. He had spiky, golden blonde hair that stuck in every direction and the greenest eyes that looked like emeralds. He was somewhat scrawny, but he looked like he could put up a fight if he had to.

"Arthur, I'll help you. Let Al get some rest, he did have watch last night," the final male said in a soft voice. He looked exactly like Alfred, in fact, they were twins! Matthew Williams was a soft-spoken guy from Canada, although he was born in the U.S. Alfred and his parents had divorced, he moved to Canada with their mom and Alfred lived in California with his their. His hair was a bit longer than his twin and he had a curly strand hanging down in front of his face. His eyes were a mysterious purple color that was gorgeous. He was shorter than his brother, though not by much and a little bit tinier, but he still was strong.

"Matthew, I am sorry to say, but that blithering idiot fell asleep last night while on duty, and I had to take over! I am exhausted and you must be too. You have the heaviest backpack after all, but I cannot figure out why because that git is stronger than us!" Arthur was mad at Alfred, but that wasn't surprising. The two got into arguments all the time and all Matthew could do is watch for if he did, his life and a certain something would be at stake.

"Artie, just chill," Alfred told Arthur as he grinned at him. "I'm the hero so I don't have to carry heavy bags 'cause that's not cool"

"Shut up you bloody git! I should kill you in your sleep, you deserv― wait!" Arthur looked over at the gas station's store. With his AK-47 he had been carrying, he pointed it at the store and fired.

A screech was let out as twenty zombies jumped out the shattered window and ran at them.

"Hell yeah! Time to kick some zombie ass," Alfred shouted as he pointed two guns, one in each hand, at the zombies. These zombies hadn't developed yet so they were fairly slow.

Arthur was calmly shooting the zombies until one of them decided to get blood all over his favorite combat boots when Alfred shot it. "Fuck no! You zombies are dead," Arthur yelled in rage.

Promptly all the zombies were dispatched by Arthur and Alfred and poor Matthew who wanted to kill some zombies wasn't able to due to the fact that Alfred and Arthur were crazy about killing zombies. "Those bloodthirsty fuckers. Half the time I don't get to kill any 'cause they kill them all too fast.

"These zombies were no fun," Alfred pouted. A zombie was sneaking up from behind, but Alfred was oblivious to that. He looked at his twin who looked pissed and his eyes widened as Matthew pointed a gun at him. He dropped to the ground as a shot rang out.

Alfred looked behind him to see a zombie collapse to the ground. "Wow, thanks bro! You saved my life right there," Alfred grinned at Matthew, but his grin dropped and he looked confused. "Hey, where did Iggy go?"

Both Alfred and Matthew looked around and saw nothing. Their leader had disappeared right under their noses.

BANG! "Why won't you die you motherfucker? Damn zombie!" Arthur sounded pissed. He was in the store when a zombie attacked him and no matter how many times he shot at the damn thing, it wouldn't die.

"The hero is here! I'll save you Iggs!" Alfred jumped through the other window and fell right on Arthur in the process.

"Get your fat arse off of me! And why the fuck did you jump through the window when the door was right there you stupid git!" Iggy sounded like he was being squished to death, which he was due to, as I quote Alfred's "fat arse."

"No name calling! I don't call you anything mean!"

"You never call me by my name, it's Arthur! Not Iggy, or Artie, or even old man for that matter! You are a downright wanker!"

"Stop speaking weird British slang! Speak English!"

"I am speaking English! It's not my fault you bloody Americans butchered it!"

"Umm, guys? That zombie is about to eat you," Matthew told the fighting two. He actually had opened the door to get inside of the store.

Alfred and Arthur both pointed their guns at the zombie (Alfred still on Arthur) and in one second, the zombie was dead.

Arthur was finally able to push Alfred off of him and he started gasping for air. When he was done he told Alfred, "You need to lay off the junk food, you almost killed me," and he started chasing Alfred around outside screaming at him.

When both Alfred and Arthur were inside and Arthur was not at Alfred's throat, Arthur told the twins, "Alright boys. Now it is time to stock up on food supplies and head out."

"OMG Artie," Alfred whined. "We just got here and we fought off like a ton of zombies. Can't we stay the night?"

"My name is Arthur you git! And I guess we will stay the night here. I am rather tired myself because somebody fell asleep on watch!"

"I'll be on watch tonight Arthur," Matthew's quiet voice rang out. "You Al get some sleep."

"Thanks Mattie!" And with that, Alfred layed down and fell asleep like that.

Arthur was getting ready to fall asleep himself when Matthew asked, "Arthur, where exactly are we going?"

"We are heading to Chicago, where I used to live."


Flying: Nice story am I right? xD Oh well, btw I kind of have a playlist thingy going on, when the zombies (creatures) first came to be, that part it was Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace! oh and Waiting For The End by Linkin Park as said in the title :3

Canada: I only killed one zombie (pouts)

Prussia: Cheer up Birdie~ You're still AWESOME to me!

Canada: Thanks Prussia!

Flying: let's see what happened to Iggy! (opens bedroom...and imediatly closes it and has a nosebleed)

Canada: WHAT DID YOU SEE

Flying: (blushes) England... and America... u know... were making out... and I think they're gonna go farther

Canada: this is a T rated fic!

Prussia: Kesesese~ It can't be cuz France is here xD

France: (was knocked out cold by America earlier when he tried to stip England and is now goin to Russia kolkolkol)\

Canada: poor France... Oh well! I'm talking and you guys can hear!

Flying: yeah! Mattie! I will always remember you! NOW REVIEW AND YOU WILL GET TO FIND OUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT (in the story and what England and America are doing in the bedroom... xD)

Prussia:: YEAH be AWESOEM and review kesesese~

Canada: review please...

Flying: Yeah yeah yeah! REVIEW~~~~~~~~~~~~~~