The years had past. Figures of Hetalia had been struck, bringing the world to its knee's. Out of the multitude of countries only 3 remained that were strong enough to last the zombie apocalypse.

The first to be wiped out was Canada. Poor thing didn't know what hit him. It soon quickly spread to America. He was able to fight off the virus, since most American's already saw it coming.

Mexico and everything below it, gone like the wind. From the strong North American continent it moved into Europe. England did a jolly good job at keeping the zombies at bay; it however met a gruesome fate. Bit by bit the world was eaten away by flesh hungry zombies.

As of now only Germany, America, Japan, and Italy remained: although Italy was barely alive. In the ruins of the conference room the four countries meet again.

Germany looked at his friends, yes apocalypses bring people closer ever ones such as Germany. "America, is there any news from Russia?" With a sad sigh the glasses wearing country shook his head. "No, Russia is gone I'm afraid."

There was a silence to commemorate there dead friend. From his corner of the room Italy coughed out a few words. "P-pasta?" Germany looked with pain stricken his eyes, though no tears fell.

Italy's eyes had lost there luster, in his weakened state everything changed about him. That once hyper, crazy country was gone; however his sweet personality stayed.

A worried Japan tapped his shoulder, waking him from a trance like state. "Germany-san. We must continue, if there is any hope in saving Italy." The room became silent once again, with only the faint sound of breathing.

Hours upon hours of communication led to a small break though. However it was far too late for Italy, they all knew it. Japan and America left the room, allowing Germany to say goodbye to his close friend.

On his death bed the country cried out. "Germany! Help'a me! Germany!" Tears streamed down his beat red face. Germany sat next to him. "Hold on freund…please."

Gripping his cold clammy hand Germany cried. Yes big tuff Germany let out an ocean of tears. In pain Italy looked over at Germany, with a weak smile he kissed his cheek. "Amico mio, non essere triste. I will see you again some day."

In that moment Italy sank back down into his pillows, took his last breath, and closed his eyes into a world of eternal slumber. "No!" Cried Germany. "Noooo!"

Before there was even a chance he pulled out his revolver, then checked to make sure he was dead and fired the bullet into Italy's skull.

"This damn virus has killed nearly every-von I know. I vill find a cure Italy, I vill for you." He covered the body of his fallen friend with a sheet, got up and walked out of the room.

Oh yes, they were able to find a cure for the virus; though almost half of the worlds population had been wiped out by then.

((Hey guys it's me, hope ya liked the story. Would've made it longer but timing. Please comment, I'd really appreciate that.))