A note from ME! I… I don't actually know where this came from… I just felt like doing something full of Horror and Blood, with a tinsy bit of GerIta and RussiaXAmerica and Prussia/Canada, and a LOT of FrUK… Yah FrUK!

But… yeah. I also think this is partly and excuse to give England and France an Epic introduction, because, let's face it, they are epic! XD

Surviving an Apocalypse

Chapter 1 – They meet

It had started with a gun shot.

Feliciano hadn't seen the gun, or the person shooting the gun, or what was being shot at. He was just there to look up from his painting when he heard the gun, and walk to his large window on the second floor balcony to see what was happening.

And then the moaning started. And the screams.

Everything on the streets below became a whirl of confusing mess, and Feliciano could only watch in horror as people were chased by other grotesque, limping people, monsters, caught, ripped limb from limb.

And then his brother called him, a hidden note of panic as he commanded him to get out of the city, out of America, that Lovino would call him so keep his cell phone on him, but just get out.

And so he did. Feliciano was fast, and could easily outrun the limping monstrosities that would rear their heads upon hearing his footfalls. And he kept running.

But Feliciano wasn't the smartest person alive. It was only a matter of time before, exhausted, hungry and dehydrated, he wandered into a situation he couldn't run from.

Cornered and scared, Feliciano shut his eyes for what he was sure would be the last time. He was gasping for breath, his heart pounding against his ribcage so hard it hurt, the moans flooding his ears as the undead crawled and limped towards him, drawn by his heavy breathing.

Then, the gun sounded. It was just like the gun which started it all, but this one rang over and over, from all directions, and each time it did, the moans became quieter as the undead started to scatter, unsure now where to target. Feliciano opened his eyes, and watched as the last Zombies were picked off, falling to the floor in such a horrifyingly exaggerated motion, it almost made Feliciano want to laugh.

That was when he met Ludwig and Gilbert. The two German brothers were heading towards the coast, and told him all the airplane stations had closed. It didn't take much persuading on their part to convince scared little Feli to join them. They were strong and tall and cool looking. They knew how to survive, and most importantly, they could handle guns. Feli started to grow stronger again, with access to food, water and safe places to sleep. Neither Ludwig nor Gilbert had any protests against breaking into a house, and as long as they were quiet, the undead didn't come after them. They started teaching the Italian how to hold a gun and shoot, to aim, and where to shoot an Undead for maximum effect. In return, Feli ensured their diet remained stable – he was quite the cook compared to the brothers, and, having spent the days till then surviving on cold or canned meals, the first morning they'd woken up to the delicious smell of real cooked food, they could barely stop their mouths from watering in anticipation as they watched Feliciano patter around the 'borrowed' kitchen excitedly.

It was around this time they met Kiku and Yao. Feliciano, normally such a deep sleeper, was snapped out of his slumber by moaning, and shot to the window. Gilbert was woken as he was almost stepped on, while Ludwig, sitting on watch, put his finger on his lips as he cocked his gun, poised at the window next to Feli. The Italian's eyes widened as he saw the two men in the street, surrounded by those monsters. He implored with the older man to save them, to use the trick he and Gilbert had saved him with, but Ludwig frowned.

"We could only use that because Gilbert and I were in two separate buildings…" He said. "If we shot now, they'll just swarm us, and we won't stand a chance." Feliciano's eyes widened in horror.

"D- do you have a spare gun?" He asked after a few seconds, trembling. Ludwig blinked, but nodded, unhooking it from his pant pocket. Feliciano took it, and smiled up at the tall blonde.

"Cover me." He told him, and ran. Ludwig's eyes widened, and he whipped round.

"FELI!" He shouted, but the Italian ignored him, slamming through the front door. Gilbert cursed, grabbing his own gun.

"I'll go after him! You keep an eye on us from here!" He instructed, running after the smaller man. Ludwig turned to the window, opening it. The two men were starting to look tired, one holding a Japanese sword in hands slightly trembling from exhaustion, the other wielding a wok loosely. Ludwig didn't think twice about the strange choice of weapon – you used whatever you could find in this demonic wasteland.

"O- Oi!" Feliciano shouted, already on the other side of the mob, firing into the crowd of undead. They slowly turned their heads, and Feliciano cringed away from the blank eyes. Many of the faces had frozen into the expression they had sported before turning, and terrified faces of pain and anguish faced him. The gun in his hand started to slip. He couldn't shoot… they looked all too real… They didn't look inhumane. They looked scared…

The undead started to limp towards the frozen man, and Ludwig's eyes widened.

"HEY!" He shouted, firing. The undead paused, confused at the new noise as, several metres away, Gilbert joined in, expertly pinning one of the monsters. Feli's eyes widened as he remembered, and shot again. If with two sources of noise confused the undead, then three was just torture. Ludwig noticed out of the corner of his eyes the two Asian men, who seemed to understand, had run to a lamppost. With all his strength, the one with the Wok slammed his weapon against the lamppost with all his might, creating a loud echo that spread and bounced off of the walls. The undead were easy pickings from then on.

Ludwig sighed in relief as the last monster fell, putting his gun on the windowsill and closing the window. He waited as Feli and Gilbert beckoned the two men to the house, and stood with his arms crossed as they entered the room. Feli paused as Ludwig's gaze drilled into him, and he hung his head.

"S- Sorry, Ludwig…" He said, holding out the gun. Ludwig looked at it, before sighing.

"Keep it. You'll need it if you keep on doing idiotic stunts like that." Feli looked up at him, and beamed when the German gave him a small nod of approval.

Kiku and Yao were cousins. They were both graceful and polite, but while Kiku was stoic and serious at all times, showing very little emotion, underneath the graceful posture and refined looks, Yao was a bundle of excited energy and love for anything cute. Both could fight, and both helped Feli making the meals, adding more flavours to Feli's already wide knowledge of food. The atmosphere became more calm and serene as the five of them continued travelling towards the coast. Kiku was a mechanical expert, and so they found themselves with access to electric lights, TV's and Game Consoles which he expertly hooked up and rewired, connecting them to back up powers after the power stopped working.

While they were travelling, they picked up new people and revealed their stories. Feliciano had majored in Art, and his brother lived with his boyfriend back home in Italy. Gilbert and Ludwig were half brothers who had signed up to the army together in Germany for two years, but left when their mother died of cancer and moved to America, making their living fixing cars. Kiku and Yao had been living together for two years, and made soft toys and comic books which they sold online, as well as their respective, boring office jobs. They picked up the American twins Alfred and Matthew, one of whom was a sports student, the other a literature student, both with wicked aim with a gun. Alfred was brave and reckless, a perfect contrast to Matthew, who was more timid, but smart and logical. Ivan was the eighth to join their growing party. The Russian had a childish demeanour, but was terrifying with his height, muscles and merciless aura. He soon, however, became just as important as anyone else in the group. He had also arrived via an empty Military Base, and so carried a backpack full of weapons and, more importantly, ammo. And so they travelled. Food started to become scarce – there were more of them now, and the few houses which hadn't already been raided by survivors before them were locked, and breaking into them, thy discovered, created unacceptable amounts of noise. Ludwig was beginning to wonder if they would have to start rationing until they arrived in their group.

It had started innocently enough. Feli had seen an art store across the street of the house they were hiding out in, and started becoming edgy – it had been so long since he had drawn anything. Kiku had offered to accompany him, and that's how it started.

Next thing anyone knew, across the street was a crash, and a panicked shout, and everyone was shooting up and rushing to the window, staring in horror as Feli was cornered by the undead, the gun Ludwig had given him trembling in his hands, while across the street, Kiku was fighting the monsters. Ludwig's eyes widened and he grabbed his gun, streaking out of the door. He shot down several monsters surrounding Kiku, before leaving them for the others, running across the street to help the man he'd grown so protective of. He hadn't even taken two steps when Feli was grabbed, and Ludwig watched in horror as strong hands begun to dig into the Italian's shoulders, and an open mouth began to lower.

"FELICIANO!" He screamed.

Then, there was a flash of metal as one blade sliced through the hands holding Feli, and another was stabbed through the head of the Undead poised to devour their friend. Ludwig's eyes widened. Behind him, the others finished off the undead, and watched the two light footed figures, Kiku's eyes especially wide in admiration as, armed only with a sword each, the two men slaughtered every Undead surrounding the shaking Feliciano. As the last head fell, the two straightened. The blonde with a stubbled chin turned, and knelt next to Feli, who had allowed himself to fall to the floor, while the other man, with annoyed, piercing green eyes, and thick eyebrows, nodded at Ludwig.

"Nice to meet you." He greeted, and sheathed his sword, adjusting a heavy looking satchel slung across his shoulders. "My name is Arthur Kirkland."

A note from ME! W00T! France and England to save the DAAY!

So yeah, these are the G8 members obviously. And China, because China's cute. And Prussia. Just because.

Yeah… XD