((Disclaimer, we do not own Hetalia or Frozen, blablabla... If we owned APH, then these two cinnamon rolls would've been together already. XD))

Once Lovino closed his eyes, he realized how cold the night would become. Winter was coming after all. ((Get outta here you GoT-fans! XD)) His teeth chattered, and he wrapped his arms around him to keep warm. Of course he had left his damn jacket at his last hiding place... Eventually he fell asleep despite the cold. When he woke up the next morning, a red jacket was covering him. Antonio was sitting on the ground, holding his shotgun and staring at the door.

Lovino groaned lightly as he began opening his eyes, looking around for this Spaniard. He noticed the jacket on his body. "...Why are you looking at the door...?", he murmured quietly at the male and stood up, enjoying the last bits of warmth the jacket provided, until trying to give it back to Antonio.

Antonio looked at Lovino, sending him a smile once he got the jacket back. "Morning~" He looked back at the door. "Just guarding. Walkers tried to break in a few hours ago. They left after a while though. I stayed awake in case they came back."

Lovino frowned a bit, then he rolled his eyes to look outside once he was ready preparing himself for the day. "...We should leave this place as soon as possible..." he murmured a little bit.

"That would be best. Come on. Let's get all the stuff we might need from this room and then go. Maybe there's something useful here." Antonio said, beginning to look around the room for useful stuff. He found some dried fruit and a few sporks.

Lovino took his stuff back into his backpack as he tried to fit more stuff he found here into it. "Do you have any other weapons than a gun?" The Spaniard looked up. "Well, I have a knife and an extra pistol, but that's it." Antonio said, taking said pistol out of his bag. "You know how to handle this thing?"

Lovino yanked the gun out of the Spaniard's hands and handled it with observing moves. "...Si...I can fucking use this." he murmured quietly until he walked over to the door. "...I have to get some food from that near market, but it's really full of zombies..."

"I know a place that might have food." Antonio said with a smile. "It's not far from here. I was planning on going there yesterday, but... Well. You were in trouble." Lovino stared outside quietly, then he sighed. "...yes let's go..." he frowned a little bit and slowly opened the door, checking for walkers before walking a bit further."...There's no zombies here..."

"That's good. Maybe they lost interest. Come on."

Lovino walked outside with Antonio, while looking around if there were any walkers. "...Si...maybe it's a bit too quiet." he rolled his eyes slowly. "Hey, this store you mentioned... There's food right?" Antonio nodded, and Lovino grinned. "...I want some pasta then."

Antonio chuckled. "Maybe later. First of all, we need to move."

Lovino took long steps forwards while trying to be as quiet as possible. It was hard to think about anything else but the zombies as he knew that there were some pretty close to them somewhere. "..You sure there's no one here...?" he whispered at Antonio. Getting no answer, he turned to look back… but didn't see him. "...W-wait where did he go...?" he panicked quietly and turned his head around, trying to find the Spaniard.

As Lovino tried to search for this stupid Spaniard, Lovino had managed to step onto some damn doll that let out a squeaky sound. This made Lovino look around more carefully until he heard a quiet groan coming behind some boxes. A walker. She was kind of petite, her filthy blonde hair tangled. She was stumbling through the building, the cracked glasses tilting on her face. Her head twitched hearing Lovino step on the doll. The walker slowly looked at Lovino, her dead grey-green eyes focusing on her meal.

Lovino paled. It was just a small one but still fucking scary and hungry... "Don't come here you asshole..." he whispered at her until she suddenly began screaming, bolting towards him with inhuman speed. Lovino turned immediately and began running away from it while trying to search for his gun. He pointed the weapon towards the walker, pulling the trigger a few times.

Click, click...

It wasn't even loaded as he tried to shoot her!

"A-ANTONIO!" he yelled out loud, still running like hell. The walker screamed louder, trying to grab the Italian. Suddenly Lovino tripped, giving the zombie the chance to pounce on his back. She growled, moving in for the bite, when suddenly...

BANG!

The walker dropped dead next to Lovino. It made Lovino so damn happy as he heard the bang. "...S-shit..." he thought once the zombie fell next to him now really dead. Antonio stood a few feet away, his shotgun still smoking. "Mierda. Sabía que no debía salir de mi vista por un segundo. (Shit. I shouldn't have left you out of my sight for one second.)" He muttered quietly under his breath. But the loud gunshot had echoed through the building, and other groans began echoing against the walls. Antonio quickly helped Lovino up, taking his hand.

"RUN!"

"W-where did you go damn bastardo?!" Lovino panted hard once Antonio had grabbed his hand. He also heard some groans, so he began running as fast as he could. "My gun didn't have any ammo dammit!" he spoke to him while running, his voice hitching already.

The zombies were mostly slow but there was some infected ones who ran fast towards them.

"¡Lo siento! I-I thought I saw something!" Antonio called.

BANG!

He shot at the zombies again, and kept running, muttering Spanish curses under his breath. A little boy walker managed to latch itself on Antonio's leg, but he quickly shook him off, shooting it in the head.

Lovino let out a small huff and groan until he began running faster seeing the infected could almost catch them both. "...R-run faster dammit!" he yelled at Antonio and then pointed at the supermarket. "Let's use the backdoor! I don't fucking care if there's any zombies, but we have to get some food..!" They managed to go inside, the loud banging on the doors making Antonio press against the door with his full weight to hold it closed.

"Get something heavy! Quick!"

As Lovino finally got inside, he held the door for a while until Antonio ordered him to get something to keep the door shut. He rushed around the place until managing to push some stuff in front of the door. Now that the door was properly barricaded, Antonio sat down on the floor, relieved. He muttered something in Spanish under his breath. Lovino panted hard as he stared at the door as he kept a tight hold form these items until he fell onto the ground on his knees. "...Huff...huff..."

Suddenly the familiar click of a gun was heard. "S-Stay back!" a soft voice said. Both men turned around once they heard the noise of the gun. A young woman with blonde hair was standing in front of them, her light-green eyes fearful. She kept pointing the gun at them, though her hands were shaking. "P-Please. You have to s-stay back!'"

"...W-what the fuck don't point that at us!" Lovino groaned quietly, taking a harsh grip on Antonio's shirt in shock. Antonio gently put his gun down, hands in the air to show the woman he meant no harm. "Easy there chica... We won't hurt you."

"B-But I might! P-Please. It's not safe for you here!" A bit of her hair fell from her neck, showing a bite. Antonio paled. "O-Oh."

"See?! It's dangerous! I'm dangerous!"

Lovino stared at this woman and then at her neck until turning to Antonio, "H-hey she's bitten..." he pointed out to him and then moved back a little bit. He couldn't move more back because of the stuff in front of the door. "...She might change any second A-Antonio." he murmured at him, trying to reach for his gun.

Antonio nodded. "I know..." He slowly stood up. "L-Look chica... I... I can help you if you want."

"H-How?"

Antonio glanced at his gun for a second, the woman quickly getting the picture. "Y-You would do that?"

"Si. It's better than dying in agony from the bite. It will be quick." The woman was silent, thinking about what Antonio was suggesting.

Lovino just pointed his gun at the woman and stared at her in fear as he was already scared of the damn bites. He had seen what happened to bitten people. "...J-just do something dammit..! I don't want to sit here and watch her turn i-into a damn zombie...!" he hissed quietly.

"D-Do it. Please." The woman choked out. Antonio nodded, took the gun from her hands, putting it to the woman's forehead. "Is... Is there anything you still want to say?" He whispered softly.

"Y-You can take my stuff. It's... It's not much, but I won't be needing it anymore. And please..." The woman managed a faint smile through her tears. "S-Shoot straight." Antonio chuckled softly, and pulled the trigger. The woman fell to the floor, the same smile on her face.

Antonio shuddered at the feeling of blood staining his hand. He wiped his hand on his jeans, putting the gun on his belt. Mumbling something under his breath, Antonio leaned down to close the woman's eyes.

Lovino just dropped the gun and held his hands on his ears while keeping his eyes shut once Antonio shot the woman. He just kept like that the whole time until it was safe to watch. "...Goddammit I hate these fucking zombies..." he stood up slowly, his legs trembling from all the running and scary moments.

"Same." Antonio muttered. He picked up his own shotgun and walked further into the store, yelping when he saw a dead walker laying on the floor. "Dios mios... That scared the crap out of me."

Lovino followed Antonio into the store, clanging the cash register so they would hear if there were any zombies alive there. There was no groan of growl. Just pure silence. "...I guess she killed all of them..." he jumped off the counter and rushed to look around the goodies. "Fuck this is so full of food!" he sounded really happy. Antonio chuckled at his happiness, walking further into the store after him. He began taking everything that would come in handy; matches, lukewarm water bottles, a pocketknife or two, a map, some dried food, and...

"Tomatoes!" Antonio cried out in glee. He picked one up, careful that it wasn't rotten, and took a bite. He nearly moaned at the flavour of the fruit. His foot suddenly bumped against a backpack. Antonio bend down, looking through the contents.

It was like God gave them a helping hand. Bullets. At least 25 boxes of 100 bullets. The Spaniard nearly began crying. This was perfect.

Maybe a bit too perfect, but whatever. He didn't care. ((*tour guide voice* Aaaaand on your left you can see our first 4th wall break…))

Once Lovino had filled his backpack with stuff he needed, he continued looking around for all the stuff he might need too, until he saw the tomatoes as well. "...How the hell these are still alive." he took couple of those and began eating. He had his back turned to Antonio as he ate, smiling a bit as he enjoyed all of it.

It's probably filled with preservatives and stuff. But who cares? It's good!" Antonio smiled. He showed Lovino the bag with bullets. "Look! That chica had a LOT of stuff!" Lovino turned to look into the bag, looking quite amazed seeing all those bullets. "...H-holy fucking shit...how in the hell..." he spoke quietly until taking a huge bite from his tomato. "...Ugh... I was so thirsty..." he opened one water bottle and drank it all.

"It feels so weird to be in this world without people pushing me around and...Ugh...stuff..." he groaned, thinking about how his parents were such assholes and how Josh... Nope! He didn't want to think about that again. Ugh. Stupid bastard.

Antonio chuckled. "Hey, this place seems secure for a least a few days. Maybe we can tell each other about ourselves. You know, to get to know each other better. We might have to stick together after all."

While listening to Antonio, Lovino began thinking about the same thing, but more about being safe in this place with a lot of food. It was secure after all. "...Fine... We can stay but we have to lock the doors and put something in front of those windows dammit... I don't want them to see us wandering here..." he crossed his arms and began looking around for some fabrics to cover the windows with.

"Of course." Antonio began looking for some stuff as well. Finding some t-shirts, he began covering the windows with them. 1 window down, 2 more to go. Lovino pulled out some blankets he found in the unused section and put them onto the windows. "...this should work at least for a while...I don't want to be seen" he crossed his arms and then turned to look back to the food. "...Can we make a fire anyhow...I want some warm food..."

Antonio nodded, looking at the fire alarm for a moment. It was busted, which meant the sprinkler system wouldn't be a bitch. The Spaniard grabbed some magazines, arranged them in a metal fruit basket and lit a match. The paper began smoking a bit, so Antonio put some wooden toys in the fire as well. "There we go~" As Lovino watched the fire going all bright, he sat down to relax at least for a moment. "...I'm so fucking hungry that I could eat a horse..." he spoke with slightly annoyed groan but then wrapped his arms around his body."...Is it starting to get a bit cold outside or something 'cause I'm fucking freezing..."

Antonio chuckled, grabbing a blanket for him and Lovino. He gently put the blanket around Lovino, which for some reason was a stupid Frozen-themed one. But it couldn't be as worse as Antonio's blanket, which had Winnie the Pooh on it. Antonio took out a bag of crisps, opening it and passing some to the Italian.

Lovino pushed some food into his mouth once he had a nice blanket on him. "...This feels kinda nice..." he whispered and leant against the wall which was behind him. "...I never went camping with my parents... or my boyfriend..." he spoke quietly and then bit his lip. Stupid Josh. Stupid parents. "Now I hate them all though..."

"How come?" Antonio asked, who was eating some gummy bears. "Weren't they nice to you?" Lovino sighed at the question. "….I was the one to blame everything on… you know... uh... before this apocalypse started…I was fucking sick and almost died of a fever, but I didn't... and after that my boyfriend… well…he was more like … He treated me like I was his "slave" almost. He turned into a zombie and killed our dog. Mom and dad blamed me for it before they died. I just fucking ran..." he turned to look away. "..they always blamed me.."

Antonio frowned, his own memories triggered by Lovino's story. "..I'm very sorry to hear that. That sounds awful. If it makes you feel any better, people always blame other people for their own stupid problems. That's what happened to me."

Lovino just shrugged a little bit and then turned to look away. "...Whatever... I've gotten used to this already..." he whispered and then pulled the Frozen blanket onto his head. "I don't need anyone in my life anymore, because I'll just make their lives miserable... like always...g-goddammit..." he cursed in the end and bit his lip.

Antonio tilted his head. "Miserable? Why on earth would you make everyone's life miserable? You're a nice guy. Apart from the cursing and being a grump, but that's okay! That's what makes you special." He smiled, patting Lovino's head. "If you made my life miserable, I wouldn't have shot that walker off you, now would I?"

Lovino listened to Antonio for a moment until he let out a small sigh. He blushed a little bit and stood up. "Yeah right..." he walked up to the alcohol aisle, took out some for himself and then walked back to sit down."...It's not cold but at least makes me feel easy" he huffed as he drank out of one of the bottles of booze. Antonio hummed in response. He didn't know if Lovino should drink in this situation. But if it made him feel better... He pulled the blanket closer around him. The blanket and the fire combined made him feel warm for the first time in days.

Lovino continued drinking as he leant against the wall. It just took a few hours before he began slurring quietly and staring at the fire.

"...I hate my fucking hands.."

He cursed and then pushed his bottles away. "...Do they look evil...?" he crawled over to Antonio and offered him his hands. "..These looks disgusting dammit.." ((Ladies and gentlemen, our favourite Lovi, drunk Lovi. XD))

Antonio blinked as Lovino showed him his hands. He gently took them in his own, looking at them. Lovino's hands were soft and slender, though still strong. Antonio smiled, knowing from Lovino's slurring the Italian was drunk as hell. "Your hands are good just the way they are Lovi. They aren't evil, don't worry." Lovino kept looking at his hands quietly as he kept mumbling something about bad hands, but then smiled a little bit at the compliment.

"I knewh it! I'm so gh-hood~"

He let out a small chuckle, then sat down really close to Antonio. "...How abohout...my legs..." he murmured and took off his pants to show his legs. "...Everyone called me slendypants or something.." he slurred. Antonio began to blush from seeing Lovino take his pants off AND suddenly sitting so close to him. "W-Well.. Uhm.. You uhm.. You have nice legs, I-I suppose." He saw goose bumps rise on Lovino's legs from the cold, and the Spaniard looked at him. "A-Aren't you cold like that?"

As Lovino felt the goose bumps rising to his arms too, he let out a small huff. "Look at this blanket...It's...like...I'm Elsa..." He let out a drunken chuckle. "Cold never fucking bothered me anyway~" he sang as he leant against Antonio's shoulder and threw his pants away. "..I'm getting hot..." Antonio nearly burst out laughing at the Elsa comment. "Maybe you should go to sleep Lovino."

"N-Noooo..." Lovino whined and pouted a little bit at him. "...I don't want to.." he huffed quietly until he closed his eyes while still leaning against Antonio's shoulder. "Okay. That's fine." Antonio said with a chuckle. He gently stroked Lovino's hair. Suddenly a quiet snore came from the Italian, making Antonio chuckle again. Lovino had been so tired from running, and the alcohol made him sleepy too. The Spaniard put his blanket around him and Lovino, closing his green eyes as well. They stayed like that for the rest of the night, snuggled up against each other, the fire keeping them warm.