short chapter 1! I don't own hetalia, though I do own the OCS. Heh heh.

Arthur- UK

Li- Hong Kong

The cool autumn air nipped my nose as I hid behind the crate. We were a small group of survivors living in New York. We were the worst hit during this apocalypse, or so it seemed, I couldn't say for other areas of the earth. I averted my eyes towards Avian who held her pistol close to her chest. Beside her were Li and Arthur, who were sorting through their ammunition, both bickering.

"Can't you do that some other time?" I whispered, firmly.

Li looked up at me with discontent in his eyes. "No. We're running out. We have to find an arsenal. Or at least another group of survivors to beat up."

Avian rolled her eyes. "I think we got rid of every group of survivors in the area."

Arthur nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. We are bastards. We left all those to die..." Li frowned and stuffed the ammo into his bag.

I sat and looked out into the parking lot. A few of walkers. I held up my knife. "This'll be easy."

I stood, but was pulled down by a tug on my shirt. It was Florence. "I'll get em'."

She stood and grabbed an arrow from her quiver. She took her bow and shot her first arrow. It hit the first one in the eye.

Li chuckled behind her, in amazement.

She took care of the other three walkers quickly and the five of us moved out.

In the distance to our surprise, we saw a group of three men, loading a few bags in the back of a pick up truck.

Arthur took his gun and loaded up and shot one of their tires.

The men turned around, cussing at us.

We surrounded them, ordering them to give us any ammunition and any food.

We had to be quick, the gun shot had attracted a few walkers. The men now had their guns out also. Submachine guns.

Li shot one guys wrist just as Florence drilled an arrow in another's head.

The last man was shot by Arthur. We took what we can from the dead bodies, and left as the walkers had a feast.