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Prussia dialed the number for France's house and stood there with the phone pressed to his ear, waiting for the other end to pick up and staring at the Austrian all the while with a "have-you-lost-your-fucking-mind?" sort of look. Austria grew angrier. How could Gilbert not realize how serious this was?

"Just how much of an idiot are you, Prussia? Calling France is a waste of time! The zombies are going to break down the door and attack us and then we'll become monsters that devour human flesh and it'll be all your fault because you wasted precious time by calling one of your "buddies" to double check that I'm not making this whole thing up!" Austria paused in his rambling to take a breath.

"Prussia. I am going to go insane. I am mortally afraid of zombies, did you know that? Did you know that I can't stand the thought of those monsters?" He was almost laughing now. "Really, Prussia, I cannot last long knowing there are zombies out there. I'll probably die of fright before they even get to bite me! I'm fucking serious about this whole thing, and I wish you'd understand that."

The phone started to ring right after France had ran outside to fight the Zombies. Antarctica took her attention away from the window to pick it up.

"H-hello. France's house. How may I help you?" she said in a sweet, calm voice.

Prussia was waiting for the phone to be picked up, and listened to Austria's rant. He took it to heart, and noticed how horribly terrified the other was of zombies. Then the phone was picked up.

/"H-hello. France's house. How may I help you?"/

It was a girl, which really didn't surprise Prussia, but she seemed rather young. "Yeah, can I speak to France?" he asked, sounding dull, but kept his eyes on Austria the entire time.

"I'm sorry but France is currently attacking some Zombies. May I ask whose calling?" Antarctica asked, looking back out the window as France started attacking more and more Zombies as they appeared on his property.

Prussia paused. It is true. And now the biggest pervert is fighting off a horde of zombies as they spoke. Prussia looked out his window, checking. Then back to Austria with wide eyes. "U-uh... P-Prussia. Just tell him when he gets... Back... That Gilbert called. Thank you..." With that, he hung up, then ran upstairs, searching for any weapons, and the keys to the car. He had to make it over to France's house. Even if it took a while. "Austria... You aren't gonna like this... But we gotta go help France..."

Austria stayed silent as the person on the other side picked up. Glancing worriedly at the door every few seconds, he perked up his ears when he heard what Prussia said to the person on the other end. He couldn't hear the other's response, but that must have meant France hadn't been home... What if he had been eaten by zombies? What if they were coming for him next? Austria sat on the counter in the kitchen and pulled his knees to his chest, trying to comfort himself. The zombies were coming to eat him. The zombies were coming to eat him. The zombies were coming to eat him and he was going to die...

While Prussia was walking hurriedly into the kitchen, he glanced at Austria, who was now rocking back and forth, obviously in a state of 'Oh my god, I'm gonna die. The zombies are after me.' Sighing, he set down all of his things he had in his hands at the time, the keys making a jingling sound as they swung around on a keychain, wrapped around the albino's wrist. He placed his hands on Austria's shoulders, attempting to comfort him, but Gilbert had no idea of what he was supposed to do. "Hey, uhh... Calm down, dude. It's not awesome having you sit on the counter like this, rocking like a little kid!"

Austria felt warm hands on his shoulders, attempting to comfort him. "We're all going to die..." he mumbled, his face still hidden. "They're going to come for us, and then we'll all be eaten, and I'll never be able to play my piano ever again and… OH MY GOD THEY ARE GOING TO EAT ME!" he cried, Prussia's attempts to calm him down not even remotely having any effect at all.

Noticing there was no effect on the Austrian, Prussia began mentally flipping out. This guy won't calm down. He had no idea how to help him, except to... Physically comfort him. He put his arms around Austria, offering a friendly hug. It was almost awkward, but there really wasn't anything left to do. Seeing Roderich freak out was making Gilbert mentally freak out, making him uncomfortable and nervous. "Austria... Calm down... I don't wanna have to call Hungary over here... She'd just bust my damn head open if she found out you were here and freaking out like this..." He laughed nervously. 'Not helping...'

Feeling Prussia's arms wrap around him, Austria shuddered and tried to calm himself with deep breaths. Leaning into the warmth of the embrace, he tried to think of things other than zombies. Like his piano. He imagined himself playing piano at home, with no zombies in sight. They weren't anywhere, and they weren't going to kill him, and- NO. THEY WE'RE STILL COMING FOR HIM. "Prussia... they'll eat you too..." Austria mumbled, tears at the corner of his eyes. "And they'll kill Hungary as well, and Italy and Germany and everyone in the whole world...!" He buried his face into Prussia's shoulder, as though if he couldn't see the zombies, then they wouldn't eat him.

Gilbert was actually... Being sensitive for once... But still surprised at the Austrian putting his face in his shoulder, beginning to cry. "A-Austria... Please... I'm awesome enough to protect you all! I'll... Defeat those damn zombies..." He said, now slightly afraid, but being brave for Roderich. The piano man was right. Everyone was in danger and the longer that they stayed there, sobbing and wondering, the faster it spread to the ones that they loved. Thinking with his heart for once in his life, Prussia pulled Roderich away from him, looking at him, then kissed him quickly. He gathered all of the courage he could, looking back to Austria once more, mustering up a smile.

Austria stared blankly up at Prussia as the other pulled him to his feet. "C'mon. We gotta go fight!" Gilbert told him, trying to give him a smile. Austria nodded dumbly, still not quite sure at what had just happened. All he knew now was that there was something else on his mind other than zombies. "Did you... did you just... just... kiss... me?"

Walking to the door, Prussia was stopped by Austria's question.

He smiled at the other. Then said, "I don't know... Was it something like this?" Gilbert rushed towards Roderich, placing the others face in his hands, kissing him deeply. As he stood there, he realized that it was calming them both down, and Austria wasn't complaining about the zombies. Prussia backed away, then went over to a nearby cupboard, grabbing a hand gun from the top shelf, handing it to Austria. "C'mon! We gotta go be heroes!"

Before Austria fully realized it, Prussia's lips met his once more, and he found himself responding to the kiss almost instinctively. The embrace comforted him, and when Gilbert pulled away, a part of him wished that they didn't have to stop. But he knew that wasn't a choice, and he smiled a little as Prussia handed him a gun, figuring he could at least try to overcome his fear of zombies. He didn't want the other nations to die and he would be there to help, no matter how scared he was.

"I'll try..." Austria mumbled, following the albino out the door, hoping that his momentary confidence wouldn't leave him as soon as they ran into a zombie.

This fight was going to last for a while, but Prussia knew they would have to go to war with these creatures, making sure the undead... Would be dead again.

He avoided the thought of how this all might have started, and pushed back the thought of anyone already being dead, as it would have brought down his calm manner in front of Austria, making him go into a panic attack.

Once outside, the sirens began to go off, startling Prussia, but he tried to remain calm. He ran to the car, and quickly unlocked the door. He looked over to Austria, just making sure that he wasn't frightened again, or left behind, and smiled as he saw he was still there.

'As long as I'm not alone... I think I'll be fine...'

The zombies had invaded Norway and England. Now they've invaded France. This accident was going too far, especially if it was going to kill the whole world.

France was ready with sword in hand, and a gun at his side. He was going to stop the zombies from spreading. There was Spain to the South West, and Italy, Switzerland, and Germany to the east. If he let the Zombies out of his borders then the rest of the world could be infected.

Francis felt like all the pressure in the world was on him. As the zombies approached, he pulled his sword out and charged into the dead mob, swinging the sword around. The feeling of fright was gone and all he could feel was his heart pounding in his chest. The world around him seemed to slow as zombies surrounded him from all sides. He cut off some of their limbs but they still wouldn't go down. He needed back up and quick, or else he would die.

Sealand finally reached his 'Papa's' home. The micronation began pounding on the door. "Papa Berwald!"

Sweden heard the door over the sounds of panic on the TV, all live. He'd already made arrangements to defend his borders, orders from the boss but it was only a matter of time before the living dead broke through. He eventually got to the door and opened it.

"S'al'nd!"

"W-what's with this stuff about zombies?" His young mind was, of course, easily scared. He had sneaked his way into watching a zombie movie or two, and was really hoping this wouldn't turn out like one.

"Y'u he'rd j'st n'w ? 't's tr'e."

He sighed before silently inviting the micronation inside while mentally worrying about Finland, hoping the Finn was safe.

"A-are we gonna be alright?" Sealand stammered. "I'm small! I'll be a zombie in no time!" Yes, he was panicking. But hell, these were zombies, man!

"S'al'nd c'lm d'wn." Sweden stared at the nation still standing outside the door before realizing he wasn't helping much "D'n't w'rry y'u'll b' fin'. N'w 're y'u g'nna c'me 'ns'de?" He went stepping aside and gesturing the invitation a second time. Hell, if there were zombies on his land, the safest place to be would be in his house.

"R-right..." Sealand sniffled lightly. Peter scurried inside. At least it was probably safer here. If he'd stayed on his little concrete island, he'd be doomed.

Sweden shut the door once the micronation was inside and went ahead into the other room to shut the TV off before turning to the Sealander behind him. "H've y'u h'erd fr'm F'nl'nd?"

Peter shook his head, trying to calm down. "No, I though Mama Tino would be with you..." He lost all calmness once more. "What if Mama got taken by the zombies?"

"I h'pe n't." A pause. "I h'ven't h'ard fr'm h'm s'nce b'f're th's st'rted, b't n'w th't this h's, I'm w'rried," Sweden explained all at once.

Norway tensed up as he heard the somewhat familiar sound of helicopters hovering above his home, only to be followed be a series of gunshots. Outside of his house, the zombies were beginning to drop like flies. What was going on? Had America called somebody else for reinforcements? It may have helped the Norwegian out for now, but he knew it wouldn't hold them off forever. The Norwegian took this moment to examine the corpses that had been shot outside of his door. They were the remains of what appeared to be young adults, mostly female. It was at that moment, the Norwegian knew he deserved to die for making all of these people suffer.

So many lives cut short. He couldn't even bring himself to think of what had happened to all of the children in his country, most of which had probably been feasted upon by their own parents or even other children. His hospitals...his airports...his harbors...they had all been infected as well, and were long gone. As far as he knew, some of the hospitals around the world were trying to create a vaccine to hold off the zombification process, but it was useless. Norway had been completely wiped out, and his country's borders weren't going to hold for much longer. Soon enough, the zombies would get to Sweden, along with possibly getting to Denmark, and even worse, Iceland.

A few gunshots pounded on zombies that seemed to be just outside of Norway's domain. How did they get here so fast? Well... it was a good thing that the Norwegian reinforcements had arrived, or else they'd have a hoard of Zombie's knocking on the door right now. A quick nod from Mexico confirmed the trio's fate. America turned his attention to Norway, a small smile playing at his lips at this final act of redemption.

"Ready?"

The fire burning through the Norwegian's dark purple eyes and the small snarl pulled over his lips said it all; but it could very well be just a mask. He was scared. Mexico was. Even the fearless hero felt a pang of fear slicing through his barriers. Alfred took a deep breath. Perhaps a shotgun wasn't the best weapon against a mass of millions of Zombies, but it would do for now. Four shots left. Once he was done with that, he'd have to quickly replace the empty magazine and start again.

The sniper shots ceased, and America took it as a cue. He and the others exploded from the door and out into the cruel world, ready to take on anything. A final stand for Norway.

The Norwegian gave a simple nod as he gripped his favorite battle axe in his right hand. This was it. He knew that it was going to be the end of him. He deserved it, and he knew that. "I'll head towards Oslo. You guys make your way towards the borders!" he yelled, knowing fully well he was attracting attention towards himself. "Protect the Swedish and Finnish borders at all cost!" Before either the American or the Mexican could reply, the Norwegian headed off towards his capital, knowing fully well that he'd never see the two nations, or any others, after this. It was a cruel fate, but it was worth it if he could manage to hold off the infestation for even a small amount of time.

Thailand could make out the forms of Mexico, America, and Norway coming out of the house. He signaled to the other choppers, and each sniper gave a confirmation signal. Thailand backed away from the door, grabbed a rope, and threw down a ladder. He let it down far enough so it was above the zombies heads, where they could not get to it, but low enough so any of the three countries could jump and grab hold. The other two soldiers did the same. Thailand spotted America, who was closest to his helicopter. "America! Over here, ana~!" Thailand yelled, waving his free arm to get Alfred's attention. Another person in a different helicopter was doing the same, trying to get Mexico's attention.

Thailand hoped Alfred had noticed him, and was trying to make his way to the ladder. Thailand raised his sniper rifle once more, aimed, and shot off the head of a zombie that America hadn't noticed, and had gotten a bit too close for Thailand's liking. He reloaded his gun, and cursed when he saw Norway not even glancing at the Thai soldier who was trying to get his attention from the third chopper. Norway was off hacking zombies with his axe. "Get to the ladders, ana~!" Thailand yelled to all three, hoping his voice would be heard over the beating of the propeller above him.

Despite the fact that the helicopters propellers were obnoxiously loud, Norway managed to make out half of what the Asian man was saying. Unfortunately for Thailand, however, the Norwegian refused to listen. This was his battle, and he wasn't going to run and hide any longer. He gripped his axe, a once precious memento of his days as a Viking, and hacked through another small horde of what was once his own living, breathing population. It made him feel horrible, looking at the now deformed faces and bodies of some of the civilians he had seen around from time to time, but he knew that he had no choice.