Finland goes hysterical. He screams. He curses. He shouts. And before the zombies can charge at him, he charges at them.
He plunges into the fray, swinging his gun around and knocking their heads off. He kicks and twirls and punches and hits, shooting as well.
"YOU KILLED MY SON," he shouts. "YOU KILLED MY FUCKING SON AND NOW I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU UNDEAD BASTARDS!"
The rest of the Nordics start to shoot at the zombies as well, succeeding in blowing many of their heads off of their bodies.
But it's not enough.
Out of all of them, Finland might be the most determined fighter. He's incredible with his skills, kicking one zombie with a leather booted heel and shooting another one in its godforsaken face.
However, even Finland can't fight forever.
He falls, tripping over his own boot. He tilts his head up, as if preparing for the biting and ripping that he'll undergo…
Iceland can see Sweden propel himself forward, moving faster than humanly possible. He jumps in between the zombies and Finland, and Iceland can see him get bit instead of Finland.
Finland looks up, and the surprise in his eyes quickly changes to horror. "SWEDEN NO!" he yells, but it's too late.
Sweden's already been bitten.
Sweden gives Finland a tender look before crashing to the cement, landing with his right arm at an awkward angle.
Finland lets out an inhuman screech, and picks Sweden up, slinging one of Sweden's arms over his shoulders. He fights the horde as he escapes, Norway, Denmark, and Iceland shooting at them as well until there isn't a single zombie that doesn't have its head blown off.
That'll give them some time.
They run. Norway's limping on his bad leg, and Denmark has to carry Sweden. They sprint as fast as they can away, but when Sweden starts whimpering they have to stop.
Tears are trickling down his eyes. "Please make it stop," he says, a begging tone in his voice. "Please stop."
Iceland has never seen Sweden cry out of pain before.
Finland presses his head up against Sweden's. "Sve… Why?" he asks, sniffing.
"I love you, Fin," Sweden says. "Y'need t' go on and survive for me, okay? I know you can make it."
"Oh, Sweden…" Finland whispers. "I love you too much to watch you die."
"There are stars even in the darkest of nights," Sweden responds.
"I don't want stars, all I want is you," Finland says, and drops his head to Sweden's chest, breathing slowly in an attempt to control his crying.
Denmark is crying openly, weeping. He may've fought with Sweden a lot in the past, but in his heart Sweden was always part of his family, someone that he needed to protect. And he failed.
Norway is sniffling. Iceland knows that he's always had mixed feelings around Sweden, especially after he was forced into a union with him. But that was a long, long time ago, and they'd been a complete family for such a while that nothing would ever seem the same again.
Iceland can feel tears streaming down his cheeks, and he does nothing to stop them. He loves Sweden. Sweden was like a brother to him, always there when Iceland needed some space from his actual brother or his rambunctious partner. He always listened to Iceland, and understood what Iceland needed. He was there, and now he isn't going to be.
Finland hugs Sweden, wrapping his arms around the larger man's body, and starts to wail. Sweden's biting his lips to keep from making more sounds of pain, and he gives Finland one last gifts before he passes out.
A smile.