Italy burst into the meeting room, a fresh supply of tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

"Germany, everybody, it's China-"

For a moment it seemed as if the world itself had stopped moving. He felt the air get sucked out of his lungs as if he had just been punched in the gut- not that he would have felt it if he had. A strange numbness descended over Italy as he struggled to comprehend the bloody scene in front of him, but he found himself unable, so he tried a trick Germany had taught him; take in your surroundings one thing at a time if you can't do it all at once.

First of all, the meeting room table had been completely flipped, as if someone had tried to create barrier between himself and… something else. Italy didn't think it worked very well.

Next he noticed the string of gunfire that decorated the wall, splattering across in a similar pattern to the blood that was drenching the carpet. And that led him to notice the next item on his comprehension checklist: the body.

The figure was lying face down, so he wouldn't have been able to tell who it was had it not been for the navy blue and white hanbok that was still mostly in tact.

"K- Korea!" Italy screamed. He momentarily lost all control of his vocal cords, letting out devastated sobbs of hopelessness as he collapsed onto the floor. He dragged himself closer to Korea's limp figure. He rolled over the body, trying to get a look at his face. He had the same glossy eyed expression as China, and there was a little bit of foam trailing out of the corner of his mouth.

Italy remembered just after South Korea's war how they would sometimes hang out. Even after that, they would still visit each other. Seeing his friend like this was something he never thought he'd see. But one thought still troubled him; Korea was a nation, right? How could he die? It should be impossible… right?

Italy stood and covered his mouth to try and prevent himself from throwing up. He wiped away the tears in his eyes as took a shaky breath. He had to find the others. He needed to know what happened.

He staggered out the door, barely able to walk straight as he made his way down the hallway that seemed so much longer than it did a few minutes ago. His right eye stung furiously, and at first he assumed that it was just the tears, but then he realized that it was only in his right eye. He covered it with his palm and continued moving forwards, not wanting to be in the building any longer than he had to.

Germany, America, France, England and Japan all retreated out of the meeting room and then proceeded to barricade themselves in the men's bathroom. They had no idea where the other's went. Everyone had panicked and ran in different directions.

Everyone in the room immediately went to work trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

"What the bloody hell was that?!" England started off.

Japan looked the most shaken. "I don't know… Korea just…and China... I don't know…"

Everyone paused a moment.

That's right… Germany thought. Korea was Japan's brother…

America was the next to speak. "Hey, guys, wasn't Italy supposed to be in here?"

Everyone exchanged nervous glances as Germany did a double take of the room. "Italy! Don't tell me… Did anyone see where China went?!"

"I think he slipped out of the room after… after Korea went down." France said, casting a nervous glance at Japan. Japan had suddenly gotten very quiet, clutching his chest like his heart was about to shatter.

America's eyes widened in concern. "You don't think that-"

"No!" Germany interrupted him. "That's impossible. Italy is a nation, so he couldn't possibly get hurt too badly. And if China did find him… he couldn't… die…"

"... Korea did…" Japan whispered.

All the nations looked up at him, shocked that he would say such a thing.

"Japan!" England blurted. "You can't just say that-"

"But I did… I mean… I'm sorry. It's just… My chest hurts." Japan said, staring intently at the floor.

England moved forwards and put his hand on Japan's shoulder. "It's okay Japan. We're all sorry for your loss. It's… hard to lose someone you care about."

"You don't understand…" Japan said, looking up. "My chest… physically hurts. I think I'm sick, or something."

"Now that you mention it…" America interjected, stepping forwards. "My left arm is hurting again…"

Germany looked around. "That's odd… now you mention it, my ear kind of hurts."

"And my hand." England added.

"My leg hurts, too." France stated.

"Do you think the same thing is happening to the others?" America piped in.

"What's that supposed to mean?" England snapped.

"I mean, think about it… You saw how Korea and China were acting."

"I think he may be onto something." France said. "I remember that just before the meeting Korea said his head hurt and I saw China acting like he had a stomach ache."

"Are you saying that you think we're all going to end up like… that?" England asked, starting to look worried.

"We can't say we're not…" America almost whispered.

The room went dead silent as everyone tried to process this new piece of information.

Germany looked down at the tiled floor and couldn't help but hold his breath.

One thing's for sure… Germany thought. I'm going to do whatever it takes to find Italy… After all… We're allies…

Hey! Sorry to disappoint all of you, but there aren't going to be any pairings, so don't get too worked up. Also, please comment on how you think this is going so far; I've always loved Hetalia and zombies, but this is my first time combining the two, and I could really use some feedback! Thank you and enjoy!