Chapter One of the Zombie Apocalypse in Hetalia

There as a quick and heavy knock on the door, "Who the bloody hell could that be?" England stood from his place, setting down the newspaper that he had been reading. It was titled, "New killer disease, how to escape." He didn't quite believe this new, "killer disease", it sounded like something America would make up.

Speak of the devil and he shall come knocking on your door. Alfred's breath was ragged and restrained as if he had just ran a mile or more, he took a breath, trying to gather himself, "Z-zombies, there were zombie at m-my place." The way he spoke surprised Arthur, after all America was supposed to be the hero, correct? So why did he speak with a stuttered pattern, he seemed almost… scared.

"Alfred, no one has time for your silly stories." Arthur stated, beginning to shut the door on him when Alfred's strong hand grasped it from that side, forcing it open. "It's not a story!" Francis entered the room with a small glass of wine, not enough to get him drunk though, having heard the commotion, "Mon ami, what's going on in here?" America forced his way through the door, slipping past Arthur into the living room, "There were zombies over at my place, lots of them! They were at the door, the windows, they were just everywhere!"

"Whoa whoa, calm down, explain what happened." Francis sat on the couch, next to Canada who had been sitting there listening to it all. Alfred sat across from him, England finally closing the door and sitting on a separate chair, prepping his foot up on a pillow. "I was just eating some hamburgers, and doing hero stuff, right? And I hear this loud groan at the door and then a bang. When I went to look out the window, I saw a whole herd of zombies!" "Let me stop you there," England broke him off as he opened his mouth to say more, "how do you know it was zombies?"

The American nation shuttered, "Dude, their skin was falling off their bones, they walked really slow and their cloths were all nasty and beat up!"

"It could have been some homeless people with bad skin."

"Then why is it that they chased me? They're bloody and even when you shoot them they keep coming!"

"YOU SHOT ONE?!"

"WHY WOULDN'T I, IT WAS GOING TO KILL ME!"

"IT COULD'VE BEEN A HOMELESS HUMAN AND YOU JUST SHOT IT YO-"

"ENOUGH YOU TWO!" Francis countered, silencing them both with a glare, then turning to Alfred. "I think we should at least take this into consideration." He turned to Matthew who had quietly sat through it all; after all, he was used to the constant bickering of the family. "What do you think Matthieu?" Canada looked at America, tilting his head, "Are you just trying to scare us?" Alfred shook his head, looking to Matthew with intense blue eyes, "I wouldn't do that in this situation, I promise." After a moment the Canadian nation nodded, "I believe him." Alfred let out a small sigh of relief.

"So what do we need to do about it?" Arthur asked, turning solid green eyes to him. America had no time to answer when there was a groan at the door, followed by bangs. "Fuck! We need to go!" He jumped up, turning to England, yanking him up. "Git! My ankle is sprang you damn wanker!" Arthur was swept up by America quickly, who knew there was no time, "Go to the back door!" He ordered, Francis grabbing Matthew and running. They burst from the house when suddenly zombies came after them as they streaked along the back path.

Alfred's eyes stung but he didn't let that stop him, he continued running, England pressed against him as he held him bridle style, knowing he could stop with the precious cargo. There was a small thump and oof behind him. Canada had fallen and lost his glasses. "I-I can't see!" He yelled, the groans of the zombies coming closer. "Get up get up!" America's eyes teared, seeing him on the ground, not knowing or seeing how close the zombies were gaining. Matthew's face soaked with tears and he simply looked up, "Go without me." "Never, come on Matthieu, please get up." Canada gestured him away, yelling now, "Go, I'm not going to help anyway! I'm useless just go!"

America's heart churned and he knew they had to go, "A-America, please keep them safe…" Alfred nodded, tears flowing from his eyes. A zombie emerged from the group, and Matthew turned, eyes widening when he saw the fast moving blur coming towards him, "GO, GO!" He screeched at them. Alfred turned, mind whirling as he carried Arthur away, Francis following behind them. He heard a scream from behind, although he refused to look back to see his beloved brother being slaughtered by the merciless zombies. Memories of his last words surged and replayed into his mind, how he urged them to go forward and leave him, to save them. He didn't let the scream of agony that bubbled in his throat to release into the woods, so instead he quietly sang his brother's national anthem, a song Canada loved since birth because it was his own.

"O Canada…

Our home and native land."

Blurs of trees streaked by as they ran.

"True patriots love,

In all thy sons command."

The groans began getting fainter by the second.

"With glowing hearts

We see thee rise."

His words rang through the silent air, their feet thudding against the ground being the chorus.

"The true north strong and free

O Canada we stand on guard for thee."

The lyric was something of a lie, he didn't guard him, he let him die, and he wasn't a hero at all.

"God keep our land,

Glorious and free."

Canada would be okay, he's fine, and he's okay. Alfred blocked the thoughts of his brother being fine out of his head, how can a dead person be okay?

"O Canada we stand on guard for thee.

O Canada we stand on guard for thee."

Alfred fell to his knees, unable to go any further. Arthur wriggled from his grasp. America's hands rose to his face, long drawn out sobs rising from his throat. Why did he save him? How was he a hero? Who was he kidding; he'd never be the hero. His mind drew back to Matthew's last request, "A-America, please keep them safe."

He rose to his feet, wiping his eyes. He was going to avenge his fallen brother, and protect his family.

He was going to save them all and be the hero, promise on Matthew's grave.