Wazzup! :3 Yep, sorry for the late upload...Again! But there's a chainsaw in this chapter so...I hope that makes up for it?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany way warnings:

OCCness, swearing and a bunch of zombies getting acquainted with a chainsaw so yeah, violence (I tried not to make it very detailed though because I really don't wanna have to change the story's rating for this although if people think the rating needs bumping up to M I will do it, it's just that I've never written an M-rated story before so I don't really know if I've crossed the line) There's some 2pUS1pUK too! (With no Alfie or Lukas to cockblock! :D)

Oh and Iggy turns from doll to crazed badass in this chapter, just thought I'd warn you.

Right, I think that's it but here's a warning for the stuff I didn't warn you about that was probably warn-worthy just incase.

ENJOY!


"...I...Can't go on much longer...!"

"Italy! Get a hold of yourself!"

"Ve~ But Germany, you're all red and sweaty too!"

"Ja, well..."

The small talk faded into awkwardness as the England-less nations trudged along glumly.

"Ah...I wish that this was all a dream," Spain sighed. "I envy that guy over there, he seems so relaxed despite all this. See? He's taking a siesta right now!"

"Uh, Bastard? I think he's dead..."

"I was only trying to lighten the mood, Lovi."

"That just made this whole thing even more depressing!"

"Lovino, don't be mean," Belgium sighed.

"But I wasn't even-"

"Can we all just focus, please?" Switzerland snapped. "Too much noise is going to bring them here."

"They're probably already close though, bet that totally-un-awesome-because-I'm-not-riding-it motorbike's done the trick," grunted Gilbert.

"It doesn't matter," Francis said slowly, continuing to walk when the others stopped. "As long as we get to Angleterre quickly before those...Things harm him."

"Yeah," Alfred agreed, running until he was up to speed with France, everyone else following suite.

"We're coming, Iggy. Just hang tight."


"...A chainsaw's like a sword, right?" Arthur said slowly."

"The heck? No, it's like a chainsaw!"

"I mean," the Brit uttered through gritted teeth whilst he rubbed his temples. "I can use it as if I was using a sword. I've never used a bloody chainsaw in my life!"

"Well today's the day!" The red eyed driver smirked. "Okay, I need to undo the strap that I've got on and take the saw. Don't fucking drop it or we're screwed!"

"Oh sure, remind someone in a situation where they're supposed to be calm that their life is at stake! That makes perfect sense."

"Just do it!"

"...Wanker!"

Trying to keep his hands from trembling, England began to try and undo the buckle of the belt which Alfie had used to keep his weapon attached to his back, using his free hand to press against the blade of the machine so it would not fall when release. Otherwise, they were both pretty much meals on wheels!

"You almost done there, doll face?" The dark haired man was getting impatient.

"Hold on, hold on. The knife-part-thing's going to slip." Arthur felt as if he was going to throw up. "There's too much blood on this thing!"

"Then wipe it, babe. You've seen blood before." Replied a bored voice.

"That was different," Arthur snapped back. "Got it!"

"Great, now swivel round and stand up."

"...What?!" The Brit's eyes widened. "Are you bloody joking?"

"Do pigs fucking fly?"

"They do with magic!"

"Just get on with it!"

England growled as he obeyed the American's orders. Using one of Alfie's shoulders for support, he pulled himself up wand then slowly turned around.

"Okay, now what?"

"You still got the belt?" 2P America didn't let his eyes leave the road.

"Yes."

"Show, don't say"

With an agitated sigh, England dropped the strip of worn leather into the other man's outstretched hand.

"See? Not too hard was it?" The red eyed nation threaded the belt through the one holding up the British man's trousers, tying it like a mini lasso.

"Okay, I'm gonna hold this. That way, if you lose balance, you won't fall. Oh, but if you get bit you're on your own."

Alfie could feel the anger radiating of the man behind him.

"Just get this over with, please." Was it the 2P's imagination or was there a hint of fear in the blond's voice? "I don't want to be near the bloody creatures any longer than I have to."

"Wow, someone's on their period!" That earned Alfie an elbow to the back.

"Do that again, cutie and I'll serve you to them on a silver platter! Right, now I'm just going to slow down the bike a tad-"

"You're going to WHAT?!" Arthur could feel the trembles coming back. "Are you crazy?"

The second player spun his head around so quickly that England was surprised that it didn't snap. The American's smile looked like that of a predator preparing to kill it's prey and feast on it's carcass.

"Yes. Yes I am."

The bike's speed was harshly reduced before England could deliver a snarky comeback and emerald eyes darted wildly over the huddles of rotten flesh which were now swarming the vehicle.

This is for my kind, it's for my fellow nations...And for any humans still out there...

He drew in a big drink of air in an attempt to ease his growing anxiety as the walking dead got closer and closer.

This is to avenge my brothers...

The creatures at the front of the herd were now at arm's length.

This is for Alfred!

Without another thought, Arthur let out an ear-splitting battle cry as he sung the roaring machine in his hands.

The first couple of corpses fell to the floor, this time they were dead for real.

For a second, Arthur merely looked at the bodies on the ground and then at his hands, now faintly tainted with small splatters of blood.

A small giggle escaped the british man's lips as realization of what he had just done began to seep into his brain.

That wasn't as bad as he expected it to be. In fact, it was rather fun!

It reminded him of his pirate days, where he could be wild and rebellious. Feared and not needing to worry about what everyone else thought and expected.

It re-lit a fire in his eyes which had been dead for so long. Something which went unnoticed by the gathering undead.

With a bloodthirsty smirk, England lifted up the saw and brought it down hard.

Again...

And again...

And again...

Alfie let out a yawn as he continued driving the bike slowly down the road as if there wasn't a massacre being orchestrated by his passenger.

"You done yet, Dollface? I'm getting sick of driving like a goody goody!"

No response.

"Dollface? You dead or something?" The 2P wasn't sure what humans called the painful feeling which was surging in his gut right now but he was sure he had never felt it before.

The strange feeling vanished, however, when he heard Arthur's voice.

"...Heh..."

"Arthur?!" The tanned nation looked over his shoulder and harshly pulled the belt-leash, forcing Arthur to turn around.

Cracked lips were pulled into a sickening smirk and blood red eyes narrowed at the sight they were welcomed to.

Blood, dirt and who-knows-what coated England's clothes. The chainsaw was clutched tightly in both hands. Hair messy and face drenched in sweat.

But what drew Alfie in was the eyes.

The disgusting illusion of obedience and order had been torn apart to show who England really was.

The Green iris were now filled with anger, pride, excitement and Alfie's personal favorite: blood lust.

"Enjoy that, babe?" The smaller nation could only nod. His words clogged up by small giggles of excitement.

It had felt so good!

2P America looked at the mangled mess of rotting flesh and smirked.

"Feel a bit bad that I didn't get to join in the fun now... How about another round?"

Alfie's passenger nodded frantically-the American knew he would!-As he twisted the bike's key and made the engine roar as loud as he could.

England got what the 2P was trying to do, jumping off the bike and turning the chainsaw back on, waving it around like crazy.

The eerie moans of the undead began to sound once again as Alfie stood up, grabbing his baseball bat which had tied to the front of the motorcycle with a piece of rag. He and Arthur shared one, devilish look before they lunged into death's mobs.


The 1P nations stumbled wearily across the waste land with the younger and weaker in the middle and the stronger taking the back and sides. The Tomato gang took the front, their faces gave. The tension between Romano and Belgium had been too much for even Spain to try and bring down.

Japan still looked pale, despite Hong-Kong and China never leaving his sides and small sobs could be heard occasionally through the deadly silence but Hungary strongly denied it was her (Prussia wasn't convinced.)

It was after what seemed like hours that Finland decided to speak.

"Um...Does anyone else find this...Odd?"

"Odd?" The Netherlands raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Well think about it, we've been walking for what must be hours by now and we've only come across, what, two? Three Zombies?"

"Actually, I was thinking that too..." Germany agreed.

"But the motorcycle should have drawn them towards us," Monacco mused. "Unless..."

"The motorcycle's stopped!" France's eyes widened. "Mon Dieu! Angleterre!"

"Francis, are you out of your mind?" Spain grabbed his friend's shoulder as the Frenchman hurried through the group in an attempt to pursue the bike on his own.

The cold eyes which looked back at him made Antonio flinch.

"Then tell me this, Espagne. Suppose it was Lovino in this situation right now."

"Hey! Leave me out of this, French Bastard!"

"Spain, don't do it!" Belgium begged before screaming as the tanned nation merely let France's arm slip through his fingers.

"France!"

Nobody knew who cried after the blond man and nobody really cared.

"Francis!" Canada screamed as he took off after his caretaker.

"Are you both out of your minds?" Germany yelled after them.

"Says the man yelling in the middle of a zombie-ridden wasteland!" Belarus snapped back.

America ignored the scwabble which was about to commence and instead began to run after two of the nations he considered family.

Despite hearing the screams and cries of nations such as Italy and Liechtenstein begging him to turn around and come back, he kept on running and eventually caught up with Canada.

"Mattie!"

The Canadian let out a yelp as his brother tackled him to the floor, kicking and screaming.

"Dammit, Alfred! Let me go!"

"So you can run towards your death? Nu-uh bro. Not gonna happen!"

"Then what about Francis, huh?" The violet eyed brother pushed the American away, finally giving Alfred a glimpse of his crying face.

"Francis means everything to me. He always notices me when you lot don't and actually treats me like I'm something other than your stupid shadow!"

"Matt..." America felt his gut ache with guilt. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and grabbed his brother's shoulders.

"Matthew. I'll make a promise to you now, as a hero, no, as a brother. I won't let Francis die. Heck, I won't let anyone else die."

But Matthew merely looked away.

"No Hero can save everyone, Alfred. You're not a child, even you know that saving everyone is impossible."

Slowly, he peeled the hands off his shoulders.

"The others could be dying right now. Francis might have been torn to shreds. Arthur-"

"Don't say things like that!" The gentleness in Alfred's voice had gone.

"I know it's hard, dude. But please, you have to hope." He felt his hands begin to shake but he continued to talk.

"You may be thinking that they're dead, but that's just a thought. There's still hope that they're still up and running and looking for you. So Mattie, if you ever remember any of the stupid shit I've told you ever, please let it be this. Never ever lose hope no matter what happens! Please promise me, Matt."

"Al..." Canada looked up at his now crying brother. "I'm sorry! You're right, we can't give up hope in situations like this!" He let America help him up before pulling the American into a bone-crushing hug.

"I promise I won't lose hope anymore!"

"There you guys are!"

The two nations jumped away from each other and looked to see the others running towards them. Switzerland was seething.

"What the hell do you think you were doing running off like that? You could have died!"

"But big brother, it wasn't their fault!" Lilli held Vash's arm. Denmark nodded

"Yeah! It's pretty difficult not to lose your mind in this sort of thing!"

America was about to thank his two saviours when suddenly.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!"

Everyone paled.

"Francis!" Seychelles screamed as she ran after the voice's source.

"No wait!" Monaco took off after her. "It's too dangerous!"

Matthew wasn't too far behind as the other surviving nations also joined the pursuit.

"Francis!" Seychelles saw her ex-caretaker on his knees slumped in the middle of the mud.

He paid her no attention.

"Papa!" She tried using the name she used in her childhood to bring him back to his senses as she shook his shoulders. "Please, what's wrong?"

The Frenchman merely pointed straight ahead.

Chocolate brown eyes followed the out-stretched arm.

Now it was her turn to scream.


"Sey!" Monaco's eyes widened as the shriek pierced the smoggy air. "Sey, hang on! I'm coming!"

"Not without us, you're not!" The female nation turned to see Belarus along with Russia, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Canada, America, Spain and Germany. Germany stood forward.

"We're not letting you go after them alone, the others are on their way." The blond girl nodded as she tried to regain some composure.

"You're right, forgive me for being silly." Lilli shook her head.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I would do the same if it was big brother." Vash blushed.

Another scream filled the air, America tensened.

"C'mon!" The group followed the screams to see the two missing nations slumped on the floor. Seychelles was shaking and sobbing hysterically.

"Victoria!" Monaco ran to her side as Spain, Canada and America headed towards France.

"Amigo, what happened? We thought you were dead!" Antonio never got a reply as just as the question escaped his lips..

"What the?" Germany pointed to the near distance. The path was littered with parts of what was probably once a heard of zombies. Switzerland gritted his teeth.

"Lilli, look away!"

"But why-?" Belarus covered the other girl's eyes before she could say anything else. America gritted his teeth.

"That idiot! I knew that the bike thing was a bad idea!"

"It explains the lack of zombies we ran into," Switzerland observed before raising an eyebrow. "Hey, are you alright?"

Tears were beginning to form in Alfred's sky blue orbs. Canada took a shaky step forward.

"Al...?"

"He's dead, isn't he?" The American let out a hollow laugh. "Arthur's dead and it's all my fault. I should have never have let him go with him."

The others watched as America broke down, Seychelles continued to wail and France just sat there motionless. The grief that loomed over the three made even the coldest of hearts amongst them hurt. Just knowing that they couldn't even comfort those who needed it right now, after all, what were they to say? 'Sorry that the man that was so dear to you was mauled to death by zombies after being abducted by an evil doppleganger?'

It was only when the silence was broken that all hell broke loose.

"...He's not dead."

America looked up to see a smiling Ivan.

"What?"

"I said, he's not dead." Switzerland narrowed his eyes as Germany prepared to restrain America if things got messy.

"Ivan, this is no time for jokes."

"Hm?" The Russian tilted his head to one side, obviously puzzled. "Who said that I was joking?" He pointed at the ground inches away from where he stood.

"See? The bike tracks still go on after this point."


"Ah~ That felt bloody brilliant," Arthur sighed, leaning into Alfie's back with his eyes closed. The 2P smirked.

"You did really well out there, I didn't think you 1P wimps would have it in ya." Red eyes narrowed. "Plus, you look sexy covered in blood."

"Don't push it," the Brit growled. "Anyway, that's another reason to get some of this gunk off me. Are we almost there?"

"Nope," the darker haired man grinned as he saw the outline of an archway in the near distance. "We are there."


DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE! Whew! Sooooooooooooo happy! I hope the chainsaw scene was satisfying enough for everyone since I got so many reviews from people saying they were looking forward to it.

Okay, so...

NEXT TIME: The 1Ps arrive at camp. Yeah, America and Norway are probably gonna freak when they find out what Alfie let Arthur do...

Hopefully, I won't take forever on the next chapter but I can't really promise anything.

So until next time...BYE BYE!