Spain wandered through the streets of Berlin. He was bloody, he was sick, and he was HUNGRY. He didn't know how he did it, but he escaped certain death. Everyone...everyone thought he was dead...Romano, Veneziano, even France! Everyone...But that didn't stop Spain. He had to look on the bright side, he was alive! He could see Roma, he could see Ita-chan, he could finally be with his friends again! Spain was determined to get out of Germany. He could go to Prussia, but he was just shoot him and shout, "THE ZOMBIE APOCAYLSE!" The closest country to him right now was Poland. He had no other choice. He would go to Poland, but not on an empty stomach. Spain's plan for food was full-proof. He would go into the resturant walking like a zombie, but not before rolling in some mud, while saying softly,"I desire your heads and your hearts..." in the best German he can, then everyone would run out and POOF free food! If only Germans had believed in zombies. Since I'm too lazy to write an "earlier" scene, I'll just let your imaginatons do the work for me. Spain had gotten food from a friendly German woman who looked like John Cena and was as tall as Abraham Lincoln and had the speech problems of a retarded kid with no teeth. Suprisingly, it was McDonalds. There're McDonalds in Germany. DAMMIT AMERICA YOU'VE SPREAD YOUR DIABETES TO THE WORLD!
To be continued.