Vasputin~4th Installment

9 A.M.

"Are you sure you want to do this right now, Roma?"

Romano looked Spain dead in the eye, sending a quick look of longing his way. Spain sighed, giving in. They'd have to make this quick, before any of the others returned or if any roaming zombies decided to drop by.

A gentle kiss, then another. Romano deepened it, making a transition from sweet to violent, pulling Spain's hair as he went.

"Hurry up, I don't want this to be like a day long thing," Spain said as Romano undid his belt seductively.

"Shut the fuck up and do me."

Spain decided to oblige and, pushing Romano to the ground, began to enter his fingers into the younger man, stretching him out for the final show. Normally, back in the old days, Romano would have groaned at least a little bit by the time Spain had two fingers in, but by the time Spain had three in, the most sound he'd created was a slight whimper. So, maybe he'd decided to toughen up for once.

Spain retracted his fingers, while Romano made a pained noise, wanting more.

"Bastard..."

"Hold on Roma, I'll only be a second."

It didn't take Spain very long at all to enter him fully. He was gonna give it to Romano rough today, no holding back. Each thrust was fast and hard, and they left his companion simply begging for more.

"Ah, damn-damn it, fuck!"

"I want you to call my name, Lovino. Do it for me."

"An-Antonio~eh~I~no! Not there!"

It was apparent that Spain had found Romano's sweet spot, prostate, whatever you want to call it. Spain hit him here hard, making the delectable young uke below him moan out in ecstasy until he came all over himself with a bright scream, the result of Spain taking his curl into his mouth, sucking lovingly.

Not much longer after, Spain also came, his seed spilling out of Romano as he pulled out.

"You okay?"

"Fine..." was the muffled reply.

Spain did his pants up, and helped Romano with his.

"Hey, I'll be back in a minute, okay novio?"

Romano only nodded tiredly before staggering up to his full height with his gladius as he snatched Spain kill some undead bitches, maybe three or four, that had heard his moans and decided the wanted to throw some of theirs in too. He smiled, stabbing the one behind him in the eye socket. His plan had worked to a T.

"Oh, look what you did now, you imbecile! Now we are going to die and my pretty face shall go to waste!"

"Just shut the fuck up and kill these bastards!"

America, Japan, and England saw the heavy battle and jumped right in, ready to fuck some shit up.

Gunshots rang resoundingly throughout the street. Japan twirled with his katana, cutting down as many undead beasts as he could, keeping a calm expression the whole time. America was blowing them apart from a slight distance, so he could use his gun better. England had taken out the pocket notebook full of incantations to all his spells, and was now reading one for immobility in the zombies. Sparkles rained down, and the evidence of the spell's success was evident. Japan went around, decapitating the frozen cadavers to conserve ammunition. The area was clear.

"Holy shit, thanks America, thanks Japan. If you hadn't have showed up and brought fairy boy here back with you, we might not have made it out of that one. Well, maybe froggy here wouldn't have made it, me, I would've been fine."

Everyone just ignored Prussia for the most part, except for England, who was tempted to knock the shit out of that dick face again. The only thing that stopped him was a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked up.

"We can talk about it later, no?" France said, wearing a sad smile.

"Yeah, okay." England sighed. It was hard, but it wasn't impossible.

"Okay Italy, let's make this quick, I want to get you home before you knock over another bottle of sulfuric acid."

"Hey, I didn't know they kept that stuff in police stations!"

"Whatever. Just get whatever you need out of here so I can treat this burn you gave me."

Italy whispered out a sad little "I didn't mean it" before running to the back of the store. He knew that's where they kept the porn because he and Roman had frequented this store often before the shit hit the fan.

After he scooped up two or three magazines and an art book, he began to walk back up to the front where Germany was guarding the door. As he passed a particularly dark aisle, he barely noticed the pair of bright royal blue eyes looking out at him, and defiantly didn't notice the gun aimed at him, but he most certainly felt the cold steel bullet that was fired right into him.

"Italy! Fuck!"

"Oh my God!"

"Owwwwwwwwww!"

Italy lay on the floor, bleeding steadily from his shoulder, and tears coming out steadily from his now wide open eyes.

Canada came out from behind the shelf, shaking in shock. He'd thought that they were the slave catchers that had been roaming the city along with the zombies.

"Italy! Are you okay?"Germany yelled, hands going to shake his friend's shoulders, but just stopping himself when he saw where the wound was.

"Oh my God!" was all Canada could say. He'd shot Italy!

"Italy, did you see where the guy was? He's still here, I know it!"

Canada was standing right next to them.

"Hey! I'm right here."

"Canada?"

So Germany saw him. Now maybe they could do something with this kid on the floor bleeding to death.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I thought he was one of those guys!"

"What guys? You know what, tell me later, we have to get him to the base."

"What?"

"You heard me, come on. Your brother is there. Well, will be anyway."

Germany picked up Italy, who had passed out by now, and kicked open the door while carrying the injured Italian bridal style. Canada followed, laden down with guilt for shooting Italy, but also excited. He didn't know his brother was even alive.

"So, we just head back? We never got to the army building."

"Well, do you think its safe? We're in that general area, and every zombie in this city must be converging on this point by now. All the gunfire and screaming."

"Point taken."

Their group was now heading towards the city limits sign. From here, it would take thirty minutes to get to the hill that hid their base. Things were tense. America was still dazed from the weak sedative the thug gave him, England hiccuped slightly from time to time, Japan's sword was soaked in entrails, and no one was even walking near Prussia, who was still spouting a fountain of insults.

"Will you give it a rest, damn it to hell!"

Prussia had been going on about how much of a crybaby England was, and had began to say how he bet he couldn't even harm a fly if he tried. America had gotten pissed.

"Oh, and what are you going to do about it, fatass?"

A bitter argument broke out, and America was about to kick Prussia in the balls when...

"WILL YOU ALL KINDLY SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Japan had gotten sick of their shit.

"You need to get over yourselves. In fighting only weakens our chances for survival. Grow a pair and quit acting like preschoolers. Thank you."

The short man walked ahead, acting as if he had said nothing. France was all like "Sacre Bleu."

Even though the tense air remained, it was now just the sound of what was left of the fall leaves crunching underfoot. It was then that they saw Germany and Canada running up to them, Germany appearing to be carrying a bloody bundle shaped mysteriously like...Italy?

"Matthew!"

"Alfred!"

"Holy fuck, what the hell happened to Italy!"

Germany continued running right past them. If he didn't get Italy a blood transfusion fast...

A.N Sorry it's about an hour late, I'm trying to get the chapters in by 9 from now on. Well, I don't know about you, but I rather liked this chapter. And yeah, we got Canada! Sorry if the lemon at the beginning wasn't that good, it was my first time writing Spamano, and I haven't written a good lemon in a while since I got busted a few weeks ago. Novio means sweetheart in Spanish for those that didn't know. Poor Italy getting a cap busted in him though. Remember to review! Still taking suggestions. Night you guys.