I have extremely odd dreams, all the time. So, I was thinking "What if I put Alfred and Arthur into these situations?!" and that's where this is coming from. Note: Some parts are added in just because why not aha

I don't own any of Hetalia just my own dreams.


Everything was down and broken. Only some cities still had electricity but most of the people were gone anyways. The virus had fully taken over now and the Government had cracked. Everyone was on their own. At this time, six months had passed since it all started.

Arthur Kirkland sat on the edge of the porch to his and his companions house, his three dogs sitting around him relaxing in the sunlight. His friends didn't understand why he took on the responsibility of dogs until they saw first hand the trio take down a herd of zombies that had surrounded them.

Arthur leaned back, basking in the warm summer sun. Zombies didn't come out much during the day, which they all appreciated.

The door opened up behind him and stepped out a tall, slim yet muscular, Frenchman by the name of Francis Bonnefoy, well last names didn't really matter anymore but it was still nice to be called by your full name every now and then.

"Arthur." Francis smiled, his blonde hair glimmering in the sunlight.

"Francis." He nodded, not looking up at the man. Francis sat down next to him petting the closest and youngest dog, Rory.

"Gilbert will be here soon." He said not looking at the handsome Englishman. His bushy eyebrows together in annoyance and shock. Gilbert was only ever used if they had to leave their safe house, what was this frog thinking?

"Are you crazy?" Arthur snapped at him making the older two dogs look up in concern. "The sun is almost down and you want me to make a run?"

"I know." he frowned. "I'm sorry, but this is important." He looked up at him, blue eyes to smoldering emerald green.

Confused, Arthur asked, "Well, what kind of run is it?"

"We've made contact with a few other people through radio. They want to meet and you're the only one who has the proper protection."

He looked at his three large dogs, sighing. They were the best weapons in the house, if you asked him, not to mention great company when he got sick of talking to the few people in the house. They watched their owner carefully, the biggest one shaking his head, the fur on his chest shimmering making it appear gray instead of it's usual black.

"How many people will be there?" He wrapped his slender arms around Scottie's, the largest dog, muscular fluffy neck.

"Four, we are pretty sure."

"Four what?"

"Men."

Right then at the end of the long driveway behind the gated fence, honked the horn of Gilbert's large SUV. Arthur looked at Francis shortly before standing up with a grunt.

"Well, I guess we'll be back." He looked over at their few sheep and cows. "Make sure to ask Antonio and Lovino to put them into the barn." He quickly ran a hand through his blonde hair as he picked up his backpack from the ground. "We don't need them attracting zombies while I'm out." He whistled getting the trio's attention as he started down the driveway.

Francis walked next to him, pulling at his wrist to make him stop. He pulled Arthur into loving embrace. "Be careful, okay?" He kissed the side of his head. "I wish I could go in your place."

"I told you to get dogs when this outbreak first started." He joked.

Francis chuckled. "Qui, you did. Well, be a good representative for our group. We need all the help and people we can get."

At the SUV, Arthur loaded the dogs into the backseat and trunk before jumping into the passenger seat. "Hello, Gilbert." He huffed. "Let's make this quick. There isn't much time."

The man simply laughed as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Let's hope. But I'm awesome, so this should be easy."

The sun had gone down quite a bit by the time they had made it to the town's mall. Arthur stood outside it, the dogs at his side.

He turned back towards Gilbert who sat in the car. "Keep the car on. This shouldn't take long." He called as he started up the steps.

"Roger that!" Gilbert gave him a quick thumbs up, flicking the bud out the window.

Arthur went into the abandoned mall, taking a little longer than necessary to make sure no zombies were around. He waited in the wide opening of the middle of the mall. Scottie and Xavier stood close to his side as Rory scoped out the area around them. Everything was quiet until Rory started growling defensively.

Arthur held his ground, scared he might get attacked and not make it back home. He pulled a blood covered metal baseball bat out from his backpack.

It was then he saw a tall figure walking up towards him. His heart could have stopped, he called his dogs off the man walking towards them.

"Alfred?!" He gasped.

"Arthur?" The tall American blonde asked confused. "What are you doing here?" He asked looking around them, noticing they were alone.

"If you're in the group that contacted Francis," He paused, looking Alfred up and down. He looked good considering their situation. "I'm the recruit."

"Yeah, yeah." He nodded, almost in shock. "That was me." He pointed to his chest.

Alfred ran the rest of the way between them, wrapping his toned arms around the slim Brit. Arthur froze for a split second before returning the warm hug, hiding his face in Alfred's chest. It was such an amazing feeling, hugging Alfred. He was incredibly warm and smelt of some kind of spice that he couldn't place.

"How many people do you have?" Alfred asked, his long dark lashes fluttered over his deep blue eyes, slightly touching the lenses of his glasses.

"Uhm, well, lets see. There's me, Francis, Gilbert who is outside, Lovino and Feliciano, Antonio, and my younger brother Peter." He looked up at Alfred, with a slight smile. "What about you?"

"My brother Matthew, Matthias, Ludwig, and myself." He grinned proudly.

Arthur looked around for a moment, realizing they were still embracing and let him go, his cheeks a bright red. Alfred frowning slightly, stuffed his hands into the red hoodie he was currently wearing.

"Oh, shit." Arthur groaned. He realized how long they were talking and had noticed the sun had now set, leaving them in a dim, slightly creepy, mall. Alfred also seemed to notice this and went into a slight panic. "Follow me, quick!" He grabbed Arthur's hand and started running, the dogs close behind them.

"But Gilbert is out the other way!" He panicked.

"Trust me!" He glanced back at him, and..was that a wink?! His cheeks were probably permanently stuck this rosey color now.

They both heard it then, the shriek of the dead horde closing in on them.

"Fuck!" Alfred pulled a walkie talkie out of his hoodie pocket. "Mattie! Come out the door left of the sign!"

Arthur heard a buzzed "gotcha!" as a door a few feet ahead of them burst open, three men running out, guns and other weapons in hand.

"Is this them?" Matthew asked pointing towards Arthur.

"Yeah, but dude! We went to school with him!" Alfred grinned.

"Awh, what! No way!" Matthew laughed, the two other men standing guard behind him.

"Not that I'm not pleased to see you guys, healthy and not dead, but could we please do this back at my house?" Arthur asked with a gasp of breath. All this running was killing him. Alfred was surprisingly really fast for all the fast food he remembered him consuming on a daily basis.

"Right! Sorry, bro!" Alfred rubbed the back of his neck.

A chill ran down all their spines when they heard the growl of the three dogs and another shriek from the horde.

"We have to go, now." Arthur ordered, gripping on tighter to the metal baseball bat.

The horde was closing in as they ran through the mall back towards the way Arthur came in through. A few zombies stood in front of them, their heads slowly looking up at the group. Their jaws dropped, letting out another ear shattering screech.

Arthur took a running at one of the zombies, the dogs at his heel.

Xavier ran forward taking down the first zombie to the floor. Arthur raised his blood covered bat and smashed in the dead creature's head as the other two dogs ripped the other zombie's heads from their necks. The group behind him stood impressed, mostly Alfred. Who knew such a tiny guy could make such an impact.

They all made it safely to Gilbert's SUV, the horde following them out, more and more coming from the surrounding parking lot. Gilbert smashed through their decaying bodies as fast as the car would let him.

Arthur leaned back in the leather seat, he sat in the back letting Ludwig take the front since Gilbert was his brother he thought had already died. He relaxed, yawning slightly.

Alfred leaned back next to him, turning to face him. "So." He leaned in closer to him.

"Yes?" He leaned away slightly from him.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Train those dogs like that!" He burst out excitedly. "It was awesome, dude!"

"I guess, the same basic concept of teaching them to sit." he laughed, resting his head on Alfred's shoulder.

The car ride home was peaceful, aside from the crashing into zombies and their bodies fumbling over the top of the roof.

Alfred wrapped his arm around Arthur pulling him closer to his chest. He didn't mind the close contact, in fact, he quite enjoyed it.

Soon, the car rolled up the long driveway of the seemingly abandoned house. Francis had done has he had said, he noted happily. At night they covered up the windows, making sure no light escaped the house. Gilbert parked the car in the garage, all of them piling out and stretching.

The warm light inside the house was inviting and welcoming as Arthur lead the group up a flight of stairs to the warm Italian looking kitchen, many thanks went to the Italians and Spaniard.

Francis was leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen, his black slacks dirty, probably from trying to fix something around the house, his blonde hair more messy than normal.

He looked up, giving them all a welcoming smile. "I'm glad to see you back safe, Arthur." he gave him a quick hug and peck on the cheek, before turning to face the muscular men behind Arthur.

"I'll be out back. The boys got dirty." He said, stepping out of the kitchen.

"The shades have been pulled all around the backyard, so enjoy yourself." He gave him another quick smile before going to business with Alfred.

Arthur sat in their beautiful backyard that had walls and roof built around and over it. Windows covered the walls so they could feel like be outside at night, the windows tinted just incase light came through the house windows.

He washed up the dogs, when he finished he laid back on the grass, listening to the koi splash around in the nearby koi pond. He missed getting to see stars and feel the night breeze with having to run for his life.

It seemed he had fallen asleep because when he opened his green eyes Alfred was sitting next to him playing with Rory.

"Hello, there." He smiled sleepily.

Alfred looked down at him, giving him a soft smile. "Hey." he looked around, a slight blush on his face, he had noticed when Arthur stretched out part of his lower stomach was showing.

"I love laying out on the grass like this." Arthur stretched out more.

"I don't even remember the last time I was able to." Alfred laughed. "This is a nice home. Really nice people."

"We are a family... kinda thanks to Francis." Arthur grunted. He glanced up at the dark profile of Alfred, noting how handsome he was.

"He seems like a really nice guy." He smiled, laying back next to Arthur.

"He could be better, I guess." he shrugged. "I've known him since childhood. I'm just lucky he was over at my house when the outbreak happened." He turned to look at Alfred, his eyes a dazzling deep sky blue. "I'm actually just glad we found you alive.. or you found us." He smirked.

Arthur remembered in school Alfred and him weren't close, he was the star football player and he... he was the one hiding during lunch or reading by himself. Arthur did have his punk phase during school and if he recalled they had even gotten into a fight after one of Alfred's best games ever. He will admit today that it was all his fault, but how could he tell the man he liked that he liked him? So he punched him in the face. Yet, here they lay now, on the grass together inches apart.

"I'm glad it was you who came." Alfred smiled.

Arthur blushed. "Really?"

Alfred moved closer, their lips barely apart. "Really." he closed the small gap between them. The kiss was sweet, soft, and enduring. Arthur leaned into it more, needing more. They both pulled away, in need of air.
Arthur stood up, taking Alfred by the hand and leading them inside, up two flights of stairs to a single door at the end of a hall and up a ladder leading to a small attic room. The room was mostly filled with a large, comfortable looking bed, and books scattered everywhere. There was even some hand written pages hung up on the walls and a small desk in the corner with an empty tea cup sitting on a stack of books.

"This is my room." He blushed. "Sorry, it's such a mess."

Alfred walked around with a huge, goofy smile. "Don't apologize! This is the most human thing I've seen in months!" He pushed Arthur up against the wall, his leg sliding up inbetween the Brit's. "It's perfect!" he stole his lips somewhat harshly.

This kiss was more passionate than before, the innocence lost in their hunger. Hands locked in hair and skin, no worries about zombies or somebody walking in on them, just the person that their hands and lips were touching.

The two soon found themselves tangled together on the bed, Alfred landed on top of Arthur, his hands slowly snaking up his jumper.

The feeling of his feverish skin sent shivers up his spine. He moved moved his lips down onto his neck, then his collarbone, sucking and biting where he pleased making Alfred groan low in his ear.

Alfred and Arthur locked eyes for a brief second, quickly tossing off their clothing only to be left in their boxers. Arthur's fingers found themselves in Alfred's hair, knotting themselves in it as he pulled the man into a hungry kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance.

He pushed the American off of him, switching positions so he was straddling the man's, now bulging, waist. He grinded himself up against him, Alfred's head falling back in a moan.

"My oh my." He grinned, grinding himself up and down against him.

"Shut it!" Alfred growled pulling himself up to lock his mouth on Arthur's exposed neck. He left out a soft moan, continuing his motions against Alfred's groin. He pulled Arthur back under him, slowly thrusting up against his own cock.

"Alfred, you tease." He moaned.

"You're one to talk." Alfred laughed, pulling off Arthur's boxers. His slid a slender finger up his shaft making Arthur beg him for more. He slowly slipped a finger into him, moving in and out at a slow pace.

His back arched up, he wanted Alfred and he wanted him now. He was done with this foreplay and he wanted the main course.

"Stop teasing me!" He snapped at him, nipping at his earlobe.

"I want you to fully enjoy this." He frowned, hitting up on Arthur's spot with his finger making the man moan into his ear. Alfred pulled his fingers out replacing them with the head of his member. "Ready?" he asked, a blush clear on his face.

Arthur nodded as Alfred collided with his lips, slowly sliding himself into him. He moaned loudly into his lips as his movements speed up, pushing himself deeper into the small man.

"Alfred," he moaned pulling the man closer to him. "You feel godly."

He looked down at the scene below him, taking every inch of it in before wrapping his arms around his waist thrusting deeper into him. "I love you, Artie." he groaned the last part as his seed shut up onto Arthur's chest, mixing with his own mess.

"I love you too, Alfred." he smiled, lightly pecking him on the lips.

They laid there afterwards looking at the ceiling, Alfred pulled Arthur closer, brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead.

"Well," he blushed, it had now just fully sank in what had just occurred between them. What if someone had heard them? He'd be mortified, he wouldn't regret it, no, but he just wouldn't show his face around the house for awhile.

Alfred stopped his sentence with a quick kiss. "Don't say anything. I don't know if dating still exists with everything that's happening in the world right now but, uh, would you like to give something like that a try?"

"I've been waiting years to hear those words come out of your mouth." Arthur laughed. "So yes."

"Wait," he looked at Arthur seriously. "You like me in high school?"

"You didn't realize that by now?" he looked at him, shocked. "I don't just go around sleeping with people from high school just because!" He said offended.

"No, no. That's not what I meant." He frowned. "But we could have done that forever ago if you had just said something? I thought you hated me!"

"I'm just simply bad with words." Arthur grumbled.

There was a quick knock on the bedroom door, making both men jump and cover themselves in the sheets. "Y-yes?" Arthur called.

"Vi~! Arthur, Francis wants a meeting in the dining room!" Feliciano giggled slightly. "Stop it, Luddy!" Alfred and Arthur looked at each other with a smirk.

"Thank you, Feli! We'll be down in a moment." He replied while looking for his jumper on the floor while tossing Alfred his clothes.

Down in the dining room Francis stood tall and proud, a weird maturity about him, which was weird for the frog.

"Glad you two could join us." Francis smiled, sending a wink in Matthew's direction. "Sit, please."

They took their seats, Alfred grabbing Arthur's hand under the table.

"There has been a breach." he sighed, running his hand through his blonde hair.

"How many?" Arthur looked at him, honestly scared his world would be ripped from him again.

"Maybe thirty or more." he turned to look at everyone. "They have made it up the driveway but I don't think they've noticed us here, yet."

"Does that mean we should attack now or wait until morning when they are weak?" Ludwig asked, wrapping his arm around Feliciano.

"I don't know if we could last that long." Francis sat at the head of the table, frowning.

"Then lets deal with it now!" Alfred suggested. "I'm sure Arthur's dogs could handle a few."

"I don't want to waste ammo." Francis glared.

"Our home is a waste?" Gilbert spat.

"That's not what I meant. Melee weapons only." He stood up, fixing his loose fit shirt.

"Meet you guys outside." Arthur stood, going to grab his baseball bat from his backpack as everyone left the dining room one after the other.

"Arthur." he turned around at the mention of his name to see Alfred standing close by.

"Be careful." he smiled, holding out his arms towards him. He ran into his open arms, hiding his face in his chest.

"I love you." he sighed, leaning his head against Alfred's chest.

"And I love you." He let him go slowly, leaning down to give him a chaste kiss. "When we get back in the house can we do it again?" he asked.

"You ass." He punched his shoulder lightly. "See you outside."

They ran out the front door together, Arthur's dogs meeting him on the front porch, and ran straight for the horde. Most of their household already on the battlefield, the only one Arthur couldn't find was Feliciano, which he guess was still inside the house wishing them all luck.

Matthias met Alfred out on the driveway, battle axe swinging and slicing zombies in half.

Arthur and Francis met up somewhere along the way, the brit glared at him. "I thought you said thirty!" He yelled.

"There are more! What can I say!" Francis laughed slicing down into a zombie's head. Arthur chuckled, knocking a head from it's shoulders.

Back inside Arthur threw his bat down, exhausted. "That was dreadful."

Alfred sat down at the island. "Could have been worse. We could all be dead." He smiled, leaning his head against the palm of his hand.

"We have to fix wherever they broke in from in the morning." Francis sighed.

"That's fine. Bonding experience and such." Arthur waved his hand around with his words, a smile on his face.