Day Three

Checking the Family – Germanic Countries

Prussia, Germany, and Italy were sleeping in a car that night because it was too dark to find shelter and make sure it was safe. Since Italy always liked to sleep next to Germany for some unknown reason, both he and Prussia forced the reluctant Germany to sleep in the back with Italy.

Germany was too tired to care, because yesterday they ran into a mob of zombies while driving through France, and he had to shoot and drive at the same time. Prussia also helped by shooting outside of his window. Italy hid under the seat, and did not get back up, until Germany told him it was all over.

Prussia was the first to fall asleep that night. Germany started to slowly drift asleep, but Italy had someone bugging him in his mind. "Germany?" he whispered, wanting to see if Germany was awake. "Yes?" Germany said, with a tired yawn following it.

"Do you have a plan?" Italy asked, opening his eyes to stare up at the roof of the car. This was the first time Germany ever heard Italy worry about a plan. "Well, to be honest… I don't." Germany admitted, turning to face Italy.

"Can I request something that we do?" Italy asked shyly, for this was the first time he ever actually discussed stuff like this. "Sure," Germany said, interested in what Italy might say. "My older brother was probably with Spain when the chaos started. Since Spain is kind of close; I was wondering if I could see if he is ok," Italy said.

Germany thought for a moment. He was at loss for words. After a few moments of making Italy wait for a reply, he said, "That sounds like a great plan," smiling. Italy squirmed out of joy, then hugged Germany, as he said, "Thank you so much Germany! This really does mean a lot."

Germany at first rejected the hug, as he was being squished by Italy, but after a while, Germany finally hugged Italy back. "Tomorrow we have to find a car that has enough gas to make the trip to Spain. Then we can spend the rest of the day driving. Is that good?" Germany said.

The Great Escape – England, America, and a familiar face

America woke up to the sound of hundreds of flesh eating zombies banging on the windows of his car, trying to break in and eat him. He quietly turned around to wake up Arthur who slept in the back seat.

Arthur woke up really drowsily, but when he noticed his surroundings, he shrieked out of surprise. He turned to Alfred, and said, "What do we do?" Alfred was already thinking about an escape plan. He checked the gas on the car, to find it was had a very low level of gas left in the tank.

Alfred said, "We have enough gas to get out of here, but we will have to walk for a while to find another car. The city is too dangerous to go to on foot, so we will have to turn back. Sound like a plan?" He turned to Arthur who was dumbfounded about how serious Alfred was about this,

He guessed when it became a "life or death" situation, Alfred stopped the games and got down to business. Alfred turned on the car, and started the engine. Arthur quickly climbed into the front seat again, and buckled his seat belt, just before they drove through the hoard of zombies, and away from Washington D.C.

Just when they felt like they were out of the danger zone with the zombies, the car slowly came to a stop. "And we are out of gas," Alfred said, slamming his hand down on the wheel of the car. Arthur looked at the tank, and said, "Its fine. We need to start walking now, though because they are going to catch up to us,"

Alfred agreed with Arthur and got out of the car. They had no supplies at all, and only four incompletely filled guns. It was already late in the day when they started walking.

When it became evening, Alfred started to look at every house they were passing, judging if they could be possible places to take shelter for the night. He didn't want to stop though, until it was actually dark. He didn't want to waste any time in the day.

It was still light out though, so Alfred and Arthur were still walking. Arthur was tired, but didn't want to sound annoying to Alfred. Alfred was also tired, but wanted to be the hero, and save Arthur. They were both sweating, and couldn't feel their legs. Arthur looked up at the newly forming sunset. He stared until Alfred said something.

"What?" Arthur said, turning to him, showing that he wasn't listening. "I said, look in front of us," Alfred said, dumb founded. Arthur didn't get what he was saying, but stared in front of him to see what was wrong.

Arthur's eyes darkened as he saw a sight that he was praying he would never see. Walking up to Arthur and Alfred was Sealand. He was covered in blood, and was holding a small kitchen knife.

Arthur tried to make out if Sealand was a zombie or not. When Sealand smiled, dropped his knife, and started to run to Arthur, Arthur knew that Sealand was no zombie, and opened his arms wide for the hug Sealand was planning to give him.

"Peter," Arthur said, as he and Sealand embraced in a warm hug. After they were done, Sealand, or Peter, hugged Alfred just a strong. "What are you doing in America?" Arthur said, cutting to the point.

Still hugging Alfred, Peter said, "I didn't want you to leave me. I hadn't see Alfred in a while, also. I made the right call though. You guys can now be protected by me!"

"Ha! That's my hero!" Alfred said, hi fiving Peter. Arthur gave Alfred a dark stare, and said to Peter, "This was not a good call at all. If you die here, I don't think I will ever be able to forgive myself. You will never become a country if you die."

Arthur went over the line by saying that. Peter was always sensitive about being "different" from the others. Peter grabbed Alfred, and started to cry into his shirt. "Peter, wait. I am-," Arthur tried to say, but Peter slapped him away.

Arthur knew this wasn't the right time to apologize. They didn't even notice how dark in had gotten. Arthur had to ignore Peter for a second, and say "Alfred, we have to find a house now. It is already dark."

Alfred picked up Peter making him wrap his legs around his waist, and hold onto his neck. Peter silently cried as they made their way to a house, to spend the night.

Nordic 5 Cabin Life – Part 2

Norway did not sleep that night, nor did Iceland. He kept seizing at random times, and was tense the whole night. The same volcano was erupting throughout the night, and in the morning.

Denmark brought food up for Norway, because Norway refuse to come down eat. Denmark didn't like coming up to visit Iceland, because seeing him in that state always gave him an uneasy feeling that Iceland might die, and he did not want to watch that happen.

Iceland would hyperventilate from the pain inside of his body at times, but Norway would force him to breathe slower by pressing down on his chest. Iceland closed his eyes through all of this because he feared of becoming blind from the volcano eruptions.

Everything was quiet in the cottage of the Nordic countries, excluding a few occasional screams from Iceland due to the uncontrollable pain. Norway wanted to make the torture that was being done to Iceland stop, but he had absolutely no control over whether it hurt Iceland until he gave in, or died, or if it stop completely and never came back again.

In the middle of the day, Iceland finally opened his eyes. He started to seize, but then it stopped. "Please Norway, just kill me now. The pain hurts so much," Iceland cried to Norway. His shouts could be heard by everyone throughout the cabin.

Sweden, Finland, and Denmark stopped what they were doing because of the last comment made by Iceland. No one moved, or ran upstairs to check on Norway or Iceland. They only sat in the living room, listening for anymore comments that were to be made by Iceland or Norway.

"Don't say that," Norway calmly said to Iceland who was crying in his arms, "The pain will go away soon. You just need to overcome it."

"I can't wait any longer," Iceland cried, "I need to save my people." Norway laughed, "Is that really what you are afraid of? Worry about yourself for once." Iceland didn't listen. He only buried himself deeper into Norway's shirt, and cried, "Please" he whispered.

Norway smiled, because he was proud of how much his younger brother cared for his people. He said, "You haven't eaten in days. Do you want to go downstairs, and maybe eat lunch with us?" Iceland nodded his head.

Norway held Iceland's hand and shoulder to stabilize him, as he slowly limped down the stairs. Denmark, Finland, and Sweden acted like they did not hear the whole entire conversation. Denmark yelled, "Hey looks like Icy has finally awoken!" He put a fake smile on his face to hide the concern.

Sweden had no expression, as usual, but really was worried about Iceland. Finland got up to help Iceland get down the stairs.

Iceland really did look like a wreck. His white hair was wet from sweating, his eyes were red from the pain and crying, he had red spot all over his face from his tears boiling into his skin, and he was shaking from weakness.

Norway sat him down in a chair, and Finland started to feed him salmon that he cooked last night for dinner. Everyone was having the left overs, but they saved some for Norway and Iceland.

Denmark and Sweden were awkwardly sitting in their chairs, studying Iceland. It was weird to not see him as his normal self. It was even weirder not to see him with Mr. Puffin.

Mr. Puffin in the house… Cabin

Mr. Puffin heard from Finland's dog, Hanatamago that the Nordics were being held up in their cottage in Sweden. Mr. Puffin immediately started to fly north to Sweden to see his master again.

He had finally arrived at the cozy looking cottage in the woods, and started to fly around it to look for an entrance. He could not find one, so he pecked on the door a few times.

Finland answered it, and he came flying in. "Hey Nordics! How ya doing?" He yelled as he flew around the room in a circle. They were holding back the urge to yell at Mr. Puffin. All of them stayed silent, because Iceland was in poor condition, and it would definitely damage him if they yelled. They were pretty sure Mr. Puffin did a lot of damage already.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Puffin yelled yet again. Finland went up to Mr. Puffin who was flying in the air, and said, "Please keep your voice down. Iceland is not feeling well!" Coming to think of it, Mr. Puffin realized that he did not see Iceland who was always happy to see him.

He looked around to see that Iceland was sleeping while sitting up on the couch. He still looked like a wreck. By the way Iceland looked, Mr. Puffin knew exactly what happened. "Hey tough guy, snap out of it! The whole world has turned into monsters, and you need to help out!"

Mr. Puffin landed on Iceland's lap. "Why are you being so lazy today? I bet a tiny volcano exploded, and you are just being whiny about a burn the level of growing pains," he loudly teased. "That is enough," Norway said, yelling as silently as he could.

"No, no," Mr. Puffin said, ignoring Norway's orders, "Let me finish. Iceland, I am going to leave. I was going to have an adventure with Gilbird until the better half of me decided to see how your sorry butt was doing. I could care less if you died. Not like any one really lived at your place anyway."

"Hey man, that was uncalled for. Icy is going through lots of pain and needs suppor-," Denmark said, but was cut off by Mr. Puffin who said, "Do I look like I care? Some powerful country if all he can do is 'this' as his people suffer. That's it, I am going back to Gilbird. This was a waste of time."

Mr. Puffin turned away from Iceland for a second, waiting for a response. This was really his way of getting Iceland to respond to him. The other Nordics didn't know this, but Iceland did. Both Iceland and Mr. Puffin had their own way of communicating to one another. This was just how they showed their respect…

Iceland woke up during the part when Mr. Puffin was talking about how could care less if he died. Underneath his wet, white hair, he was hiding a smirk, as he listened to his rough pet talk about him.

Iceland started to raise his head, but Norway came up behind Iceland and slapped Mr. Puffin to the ground. "There is a zombie apocalypse out there, and you think this is going to do any good? You have no right to be here anymore. You are lucky I didn't kill you for saying those things," Norway said, staring down the Mr. Puffin who had already gotten back up on his feet.

"Relax, man. I was just-," Mr. Puffin tried to say, but Norway tried to kick him saying, "That's it!" but something dropped down to the ground, getting in the way of Mr. Puffin. Norway ended up kicking that instead of Mr. Puffin.

"Icy, what are you doing?" Denmark yelled. "You are not well enough to get up on your own, yet," Finland said, grabbing Iceland's shoulders to pick him back up.

"Iceland, why did you do that?" Norway said. Iceland was placed back into his chair again, now hugging Mr. Puffin, and said, "I need to protect him." "Did you hear what he said about you?" Norway argued.

"Yes," Iceland snapped back, nuzzling his nose into his Puffins feathers, "And I forgive him." Norway still didn't get the fact that Iceland and Mr. Puffin had a "secret language". He frowned, and said, "Oh… I see…" He turned around, and walked upstairs to his room.

Denmark chased him, saying, "Wait! Norway why are you mad? Just-." None of the other Nordics could hear anything else the two countries said, after the door slammed behind them, and they were out of sight.

Finland wanted to help Denmark cool Norway down, but he knew that Iceland was the one that needed more help. Sweden stayed by Finland's side as he hugged Iceland. This was the usual way things happened when Norway got made at Iceland, or Denmark and Norway fought. Finland and Sweden would be there for the small, lonely country until the next day when everything would be better.

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