Chapter 1: Impending doom

Germany was busy, he didn't want to be bothered, not by anyone. Well, maybe except Italy, he wouldn't mind being bothered by his idiotic friend, or Japan, but Japan hardly bothers him, unless he wants to drink some sake with him.

Sighing, Germany set his pen down and stretched. His current boss was going killing happy on Jewish people. "He's blaming them for something they didn't do… all because they didn't let him into the art school. Der Fuhrer is very strange…" Germany has questioned his boss's motives multiple times, but he always received the same answer, it wasn't because the Jews didn't let him into the art school. Right. "Oh well. Back to this paperwork," Reluctantly, Germany picked up his pen and continued to sign off some sheets. This war. These invasions. Germany feels that his home is getting too crowded. "Lets see, military reports… Weapons exchange… Ele-… Element 115?" This really grabbed his interest. What the hell was Element 115?

"Element 115, used for project Der Riese, and also in Ray gun and Vunderwaffe DG-2..." Germany stared at the drawing of both weapons, the Ray Gun, which shoots out multiple circles of deadly ray-energy, the Vunderwaffe DG-2 which seems to shoot out electricity, and the bell shaped teleporters. "Well this is interesting. Pack-A-Punch… Upgrades weapons… Well, I say this is better than nuclear development, if I do say so myself." Germany continued reading the reports about Der Reise. " 'Teleportation test 1: Unsuccessful. Test subject in pieces. Recalibrating the System' Well damn. That's unfortunate for the man…" Germany skipped a few pages and read the following "Teleportation test 194: Successful. Test subject successfully disappeared from one teleportation machine and appeared in another one." Germany nodded in approval and went onto the next page "Test subject: Looks dead, moans a lot, eyes shine. Possible super-soldier." Three pages later " Super soldier test: Unsuccessful. Didn't obey commands given and attacked commanding officer." Five pages later "Radio report: The deceased soldiers are coming back to life, they are attacking the compound. All employees evacuated immediately."

Astonished, Germany kept reading, he came across a few maps, one of where an abandoned bunker was located and a plane crash site that was near it, an asylum, a swampy laboratory in Japan, the location of the Der Riese project, a five sided building, a ruined theater, an abandoned Soviet Cosmodrome, an isolated shipyard in Siberia, a temple and mine in the Himalayas, and the moon. "Locations of Zombie activity," Germany read out loud, "Zombies? Oh dear, what have we done…?" He then continued to read. "Tank Dempsey, Nikolai Belinski, Takeo Masaki, and Edward Richtofen: Men who were trying to take care of the zombies. Well, that's nice to know, there are men taking care of these zombies. But still, I'm a little worried about these zombies. I should send a troop to these locations to help take care of the undead." Right as Germany reached for the phone, it began to ring. Germany stared at it. After three rings, Germany decided to answer it. "This is Germany."

"Hello sir, I am positive that you have received the information of Element 115," a man said. Surprised, Germany began to look around to see if there were any hidden spies or cameras in his office.

"Who is this?" Germany demanded, looking out his window to look for any suspicious activity and closed the curtain.

"I am the leader of the group who was working on Der Riese. I have some bad news." The man's voice trailed off and Germany waited.

"Well, what's the news?" he said impatiently, tapping his fingers on his desk. He hated when they just trail off like that.

"The four men in charge of taking care of the zombies are gone." It took a moment for Germany to process what was said.

"What? What do you mean "gone"? You mean they're dead?" Germany didn't like these turn of events, how are they going to be safe from this apocalypse?

"They're not dead, they've just disappeared. Look, Germany…"

"How can they just disappear?" Germany was beginning to get mad. This man was not making any sense, at all.

"They went into a teleporter and just disappeared. Germany, I need you to go to these locations and search for them."

"Search for them… in zombie infested locations? Do you think I'm crazy?" Germany exclaimed. The idea of running head first into zombies was stupid to Germany. "Who does he think I am? America?"

"Also, you have to stop these zombies once and for all, they constantly come in swarms, its never ending."

"How the hell am I supposed to do that! Not even the four men could do that!"

"I believe in you Germany. Also, I have selected other countries to assist you."

"Assist? This better be good."

"America."

"Well we're done for."

"Japan."

"Or not."

"And Russia."

"That's it?" Then it clicked. "The men are from these countries, aren't they?"

"Yes they are."

"Oh, I see." Germany began to think. "It's good that Italy isn't a part of this, he'd just wave his flag around and whimper like a puppy. But America… He's so reckless, but since Russia, Japan and I are in this group, we should be fine."

"I have already contacted the other countries. One of them might call you, so I will take my leave."

"W-wait," Germany called. The man waited. "What's your name?" The man chuckled and hung up. Germany stared at his phone and hung up. "Zombies…oh dear…. This war…"

Germany shook his head then the phone rang. Germany picked it up.

"This is Germany…"

"Dude! Germany! I know we're at war, and I'd hate to fight alongside you… But you ready to fight some zombies?" As expected, annoying America couldn't wait to run head first into this situation.

"America… I just got the news, please let it sink in first, I'll come back to you about it…"

Germany heard a sigh. "I got ya, I'm a little scared too.. But never FEAR! America is here!" after that, America hung up. Germany stared at his phone again.

"Never fear? He just said he was a little scared… He is such a contradicting man. I know we're at war, but... at least he wants to help..." Just as Germany hung up the phone it rang again. "Hello?"

"Hello? It me, Japan. Do you need help with the preparations?" Germany sighed and said no. "Alright. I'll see you later." Again, the phone was hung up. Germany waited for the phone to ring again, but it didn't.

Germany sighed and finished his paperwork. He stared at the stack of papers and shook his head. This war.

Germany picked up the phone and called one of his military leaders and asked him to set up a jeep with a small arsenal. He then called the other countries to tell them to meet up at an isolated area so they can leave.

"This war is stupid… Winning is stupid… My boss is stupid…" Germany stood up, stretched, and walked to his door. He was about to turn the knob when suddenly it burst open.

"GERMANY! I made some pasta, would you like some pasta?" the ever pasta-crazy Italy was smiling idiotically and was holding a pot full of chicken-alfredo. Germany stared at him and decided why not, it might be the last time he'll hang out with his buddy. Germany led Italy to his kitchen where Italy began to take out plates and put some pasta on it. Germany was sitting at the table and Italy set down his plate. "Enjoy!" Italy attacked his pasta while Germany delicately ate it. His mind was too preoccupied by his upcoming mission that he didn't pay attention to Italy's blabbering. After a while, Germany noticed it was quiet. He looked at Italy and saw that Italy was staring at him.

"What is it? Do I have some Alfredo sauce on my face?" Germany asked, instinctively wiping his mouth with a napkin. Italy shook his head.

"Why do you look so sad?" Italy asked, tilting his head. "I don't like that you look sad."

Slightly blushing, Germany subtly shook his head and tried to manage a smile, "I'm just preoccupied about something, don't worry about it." Italy pouted a bit and continued to eat his pasta a bit more slowly.

A ringing echoed throughout Germany's house. Germany stood up and picked up the nearest phone.

"This is Germany."

"We got your small arsenal ready. You're all set." A man said. Germany thanked him and hung up. He turned to look at Italy and Italy looked sad.

"You're going somewhere…" Italy said. Usually Italy would finish his pasta, but it wasn't even half done.

"Yes Italy, I have to go on a mission. It's going to be a dangerous mission… So this may be the last time I'll see you." At these words, Italy's eyes began to water and grabbed Germany's clothes and began to cry-blabber again.

"Nodon'tleave,Germany!They'llhitme!Icaneasilybruis e!" Italy babbled incoherently.

"Settle down, Italy…"

"NOOO! You said you might not come back! How can I settle down?" Italy began to roll on the floor, and tears splashed all over the place. "WAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Germany sighed for the nth time and he held out his hand to Italy.

"I can't promise you I'll come back, but I can promise you I'll write you and try to stay alive…" Italy stopped rolling and looked up at Germany's hand. Germany had the saddest look on his face as Italy took his hand.

"You promise to write?" Italy asked.

"Promise." They shook hands, but Italy still looked sad. "I have to go now…" Italy nodded. Germany bent down and planted two kisses on Italy's cheeks, the way Italy taught him. "Goodbye my friend." Germany walked out the door and Italy just stood there.

"You stay safe! Don't get injured or die violently! I know we'll see each other again someday!" Italy cried out, tears spilling, only they didn't splash all over the place, they gently rolled down his cheeks. Germany nodded, thinking he thought he heard that somewhere before, got on his arsenal filled Jeep and drove to the meeting place.

"Dude! You got some mad weapons, yo!" America cried, holding up an MP44.

"Yah, yah…" Germany was still sad about his good bye.

"Are you okay Germany? You look a little down," Japan asked. Germany shook his head and told him he was fine. Japan looked at Russia, who shrugged while filling up bottles of Vodka with gasoline.

"Well, are we ready?" Germany asked, stretching his back and arms. Everyone nodded and they all got on. Germany turned on the jeep and drove for about a foot when…

"WAIT!" America's cry startled everyone. Germany stomped on the break and the car jerked to a stop.

"What is it?" Germany asked. America had a serious look on his face.

"I have to take a leak."

Everyone grunted as America jumped off and ran to the nearest bush.

"America, you idiot."