Hetalia of the Dead
Happy Saint Georges day and Happy Birthday England XD
Chapter Twelve
As soon as the foursome entered the room, Gilbert ran straight over to Ludwig, stopping a few steps away from him when his eyes looked upon Feliciano. The deep red orbs filled with tears but he held them back, being strong for the Italian and his own little brother. Ludwig on the other hand openly gaped, not really sure what he was seeing was real.
"Gil-Gilbert?" he stuttered, unable to move since his boyfriend was leaning on him asleep.
Without another word shared, the albino wrapped his arms around both of them, gently squeezing Feliciano between their bodies. Antonio, with his eyes full of tears, patted the older Germans back, telling him how much he was missed and that they were glad that he was safe.
"Where the Hell were you?" Ludwig snarled as soon as the embrace became a little uncomfortable for him.
"I was in the staff room" Gilbert muttered, pulling away slowly. "I wanted to come and find you, I really did, but I was . . . erm I . . ."
"Was scared?" Ludwig offered, eyebrow arched but a little smile on his lips.
Gilbert frowned and placed his hands on his hips. "No" he grunted. "I'm too awesome to be scared."
Suddenly, a fist made contact with his shoulder. Yelping, he turned around with a snarl on his lips, rubbing at his aching arm. He was met with a pair of furious blue eyes. "Tu petite merde!" Francis snapped. "I was worried about you!"
"Franny!" Gilbert screamed joyfully, ignoring his bruised arm (and ego since he had yelped like a scared young girl), he wrapped his arms around one of his best friends and more or less lifted him off his feet. Grabbing Antonio by the arm and pulling him to his feet, he wrapped them both in a hug and jumped up and down in glee. "The gang is back together!"
Neither Francis nor Antonio said a word. Both of them just let themselves be hugged, looking away from the German who was slowly realising that his joy was not shared. "Hey, what's wrong with you two?"
"I don't know if you've noticed Gil, but now is not the time to celebrate" Antonio replied, looking directly into his friends eyes.
Gilbert sighed, "I realised" he grumbled, glancing at Feliciano who was frowning in his slumber. "Pardon a guy for being happy about seeing his friends and family alive and well." Unimpressed, he glanced around the room.
Sat next to Ludwig and Feliciano was the Italians older brother, asleep next to where Antonio was sat, one of his hands wrapped around Feli's. Sat at the tables were Arthur, Peter, Lilly and now Vash, who was hugging his sister like he had never seen her before. Not far away from that group was Alfred and Matthew, the Canadian lecturing the other about something. Sat alone in a corner were Roderich and Elizabeta, heads close together and talking in hushed tones. There was also Kiku and his little younger sibling Mei, the girl with her head on her brothers knees, her eyes open but staring blindly at nothing as Kiku mindlessly ran his fingers through her long hair. Lastly, sat on his own was Ivan, his head and back resting against a wall, eyes shut but a strange smile on his face. His hands were caressing a metal pipe he had held on his crossed legs, showing that the Russian was still awake.
"Quite a lot made it here" Gilbert mused. "But Feliciano . . ."
"As you can see, he's been hurt" Ludwig mumbled. "I wanted to leave here tonight so we could get him help faster, but everyone thought it best to stay here the night."
Gilbert blinked sadly. "Even I know it would be un-awesome to leave at night" he replied.
"Did you get the keys?" Francis asked. "For the minibus?"
"Erm, yeah" Gilbert replied. "They picked up two sets of them. We can leave whenever we want."
"Then get some sleep" Francis nodded, briefly clapping his friend on the shoulder. "We're leaving here at dawn and it won't be a stroll in the park."
"Actually, I was hoping for a bite to eat before I crashed" Gilbert grinned. "I've not eaten since breakfast so I'm pretty hungry."
Francis sighed, "Help yourself; the kitchen is that way mon ami."
With a weary smile, Francis slowly walked back over to his boyfriend, kissing the Canadians forehead and telling him that he was going to lay down for a nap. Young Matthew quickly said something to the his brother before following Francis, both taking their school blazers off and nestling together on the cold hard floor, using their blazers as makeshift pillows.
"Hint hint, make me something" Gilbert grumbled as the French teen lay down. "I'm going to go and raid the fridge, I wonder if there is any beer secretly stored around?"
"If there is you cannot have any" Ludwig grunted. "For tomorrow a hangover is unacceptable."
"Luddy, give a dude a break" Gilbert smirked. "I've just fought my way through a shit load of zombies."
Ludwig scowled and glared at his older brother. "So have we all. Be grateful that you're unharmed." Gently, the German ran his fingers through Feliciano's soft brown hair. The little Italian mumbled in his sleep but did not wake up. A tear escaped through his closed eyes and ran down his cheek. Like a loving mother, Ludwig carefully wiped it away with his thumb. Gilbert pouted childishly but said no more. His brother was right, everyone here in this room had had to fight against the monsters and luckily for him, he had come out unscathed. Unfortunately, that was not the same for everyone.
"Do . . . do you want anything?" he asked kindly. "A sandwich or something?"
"No thank you" Ludwig muttered, blue eyes on Feliciano. "We have not long just eaten. Perhaps some water, for when Feli wakes up?"
"Sure" Gilbert nodded, patting his brother on the shoulder and smiling softy. "He's going to be alright. Don't worry too much."
Ludwig just nodded, holding the Italian closer to his body for comfort. Feliciano grunted softly but did nothing else.
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The lights had been turned off, everyone agreeing that they should all settle down and try to get some sleep. Snores filled the room, coming from the survivors laid in different places of the cafeteria. Some were still wide awake, their eyes reflecting the dim light coming from the windows placed high up on the walls. Lay side by side were Alfred, Arthur and Peter, the younger deep in sleep, a small smile on his face, hopefully dreaming good dreams. The two older boys were still awake. Grunting, Alfred turned over and faced the Brit, who was laid on his front, head propped up on crossed arms.
"Artie, you awake?" Alfred whispered.
"No" Arthur grumbled, not in the mood to talk to the American, closing his eyes so that he was in full darkness. "Go to sleep."
"Can't" Alfred mumbled, flopping on his back so that he was looking at the ceiling. "I can hear them."
Arthur was silent for a moment, cocking his head to one side. Sure enough, he could hear moaning coming from outside, scratching on the doors and the odd thump here and there. He shuddered and said, "Try and block them out or pretend that they're something else."
"Can I be truthful with you?" Alfred grumbled. "I'm scared."
Arthur snorted. "I'd call you crazy if you weren't. Everyone is scared Al."
"I'm not supposed to be scared though," Alfred huffed, blowing out air angrily. "A hero should never be scared. Who wants to look up to a guy terrified of his opponents?"
"I would" Arthur replied, turning his head and opening his eyes so he could see the other. "Fear makes a person human. You can still be a hero who has fear."
Alfred sighed heavily. "I'm no hero" he said eventually.
Arthur frowned and scooted closer to the American. "Not a hero? Al, you saved my life at least one, helped me save Peter, protected Roderich so that he could get the minibus keys so that we all can leave. How the bloody hell is that not heroic? Is it because there was no hapless damsel at the end of it all showering you with kisses and praise? Or is it because you're not wearing your underwear over your tights and prancing around?" His voice then softened. "You've done more than everyone else here, so don't be so harsh on yourself, okay?"
Alfred smiled. "Not wearing my underwear over my tights? Is that how you see superheros?" he laughed and rolled over, facing the Brit, unknowingly rolling closer to him, their arms now touching. "When we get out of here, remind me to show you all of my Batman, Spiderman and Superman comics."
Arthur chuckled. "Unless you go to your house and pick them all up and take them with us to the next safest city, I'm sure you'll be unable too. But thanks for the offer."
"C'mon, I read those Harry Potter books you leant me!" Alfred chuckled, nudging the other.
Arthur blushed, his cheeks turning an embarrassing shade of pink. Luckily for him it went unnoticed because it was as dark. "You read half of the first one and said that you'd find out the ending by watching the film. Arrogant sod."
"Ah, but you love me." Alfred said nonchalantly with a quick wink. Arthur didn't say anything as the American rolled back over onto his back, arms crossed behind his head. "I really hope that there's someplace close that is safe and that they have a cure. I'd hate to see anyone turned into one of them. Especially Mattie."
"Yeah" Arthur agreed. "I'd hate to be in Ludwig or Lovino's position right now. It must be horrible for something like that to happen to someone you care for and love."
Slowly, he turned his head to his other side so that he could look at Peter, the young Kirkland snoring softly, his hair ruffled and his limbs sprawled out in opposite directions. With a sad smile, Arthur carefully brushed hair from out of his brothers face, thankful that he was safe and unharmed.
"We may not get along well but I do care for him" he whispered to Alfred and to himself. He turned back to the American and said. "Please care for him if I die."
"Not this again" Alfred groaned. "You're not going to die. We're all going to make it through this. The next town is only a few miles away – a few minutes' drive. Tomorrow all of this will be just a nightmare. We'll be sat back in comfortable chairs, eating fatty food and watching the game on TV."
"How stereotypically American" Arthur said with a roll of his eyes.
"You can eat scones and play cricket with your fairy friends if you want" Alfred teased, poking the others cheek. "That British enough for ya?"
"Stop doing that" Arthur growled, swiping at Alfred's invading hand. "Or I'll snap your finger off."
"You're not strong enough to do that" Alfred laughed.
Suddenly, his hand was grabbed and pinned to the floor beside his head and some weight was added to his waist. He glanced up to see the other straddling him and looming over like a ghost. His face turned bright red and he looked away.
"Not strong enough, hhmm?" Arthur chuckled, leaning up straighter and prodding the American's forehead. "I'm sure I'll be able to hold my own in a fair fight with you."
"A-Art" Alfred stuttered, still not looking at the Brit. "You might wanna get off me, it looks weird."
"Huh?" He looked down and yelped, suddenly throwing himself off the other and laying back down where he originally was, but now facing the other way. "Don't think anything of it" he scowled. "I was just showing you that I'm not weak, alright? Now get some sleep, we have to get up early."
"S-sure" Alfred said, rolling over so that they were back to back. "Goodnight." In return, all he got was a grunt. Willing his hot blush to leave, Alfred closed his eyes and imagined at that sounds coming from outside was something else. Within minutes he had fallen asleep, drooling a little on his blazer.
Translations:
French- Tu petite merde = you little shit.
Sorry I have not been updating much. I'm soooo lazy. I think I'm going to do one chapter a fortnight or whenever I finish it, just so I'm not rushing and posting rubbish chapters. Would that be OK?
Again, not a lot happening but next time things will step up a couple of notches. Hope to see you next time.
Keza xXx