Summer colds. They should not be allowed to exist. I don't own Hetalia or any of the other references that appear in this fic. *dies*

9:50

Do you know what it feels like to have not eaten for two days? God it's horrible. Not only do I miss Veneciano Vargas for his cheerful disposition and enormous sentimental value as a long-time friend, but he always had food on him. He stored food in secret hidey-holes all over the place. One day a whole watermelon fell out of his pocket. I still don't know how he kept it in there without anybody noticing. I miss the little raccoon.

We did have water though. The class that has Homeroom in the Math room was going on a field trip in the afternoon and they'd left a whole crate of water bottles to keep the ninth grader monkeys hydrated pushed against the floor. We'd drunk all but five of them by the time we finally went over the top. Those five are spread out between the pockets of our jackets. I wish one of them were a watermelon.

Oh yeah I forgot to mention: we're at the lockers now. Luckily, we hadn't had lunch when the disaster struck…hey I totally forgot to finish writing about that. I'll have to get back to that soon before I block it out because of the massive trauma I associate with it! Whoo jeez, I sound like Ivan. I have GOT to get away from that guy! Anyways I remembered I had food in my locker so I almost dove through the door. My hands were shaking with shock, horror, terror and eagerness to GET MY FUCKING LUNCH AND FUCKING EEEEAAAAAAATTTTTTT!

Taking pity on me like the saviour he is, Luddie removed my hands from the combination thingie and did it for me. You'd think I would have lost my appetite like Kiku and the Ludster, but not so. I told myself it was a zombie film I walked through to get here then ate my food in a way that made Antonio's appetite to go soaring south even though he was just as hungry as I was.

I write this digesting what I scoffed while the others are destroying their lunches. What is it with Dubois and fruit? Looks like she stuffed a whole orchard in her bag. Ha! Listen to me I'm all happy and satisfied now that I've eaten. I literally have no excuse to be so stupidly happy about eating when the eviscerated corpses of the people I knew and was fond of, I should be spewing everywhere and on everyone (with Ivan in the direct line of fire) in my terror. And yet I'm still hungry.

Oh yeah, I should be explaining how we made it here. Surprisingly easily.

We waited on the landing for a good ten minutes trying to figure out if the groaning were just echoes or if there was a whole crowd of them standing around in the hall out of sight roaring their lungs out.

Dubois suggested we do that trick Hermione pulled with the mirror in the Chamber of Secrets, you know using the mirror to look around corners, than Luddie pointed out if there were some zombies we'd notice sharpish because they'd bite her hand off. Then she suggested sticking a hand mirror she kept in her pocket (most girls use it to check their make-up but not Dubois, she uses it to check zombies) on the end of one of the pipes with duct tape (I tripped over a roll earlier) and check, then Luddie the destroyer of dreams pointed out they would notice that too, then Kiku chipped in with "we don't know what sense these 'zombies' retain, they might not be able to see anymore" and the whole group goes off into this whispered debate. You'd think we were in a freaking R.E. lesson again.

I stood to the side for a while, thoughts on a hungry stomach and my parents. Dear old Dad and Papa. I was named after Papa, my middle name, at Dad's insistence. 'Francis'. Francis senior and I agree 'Alfred Francis' isn't the best of names, but try arguing with my Dad. Once he sets his mind to something he gets it done and I'm sure he's set it to survival mode. He and Papa are definitely still alive. Probably king of the fricking zombies too.

It was this thought that made me step quietly out into the hall. If my dads are ruling the zombies in Canada with my little bro I should be ruling the zombies at Gakuen High School in, in…fuck me what state are we in? One sec. Ok I asked Luddie and he said Maine. Prince of Maine, that's me.

There was nothing in the hall but me. Took the others a moment to notice. By that time I was already half way down the hall. In my head this scene totally looked like a cowboy in slow-mo going to meet his enemy at the high noon showdown. Then Ivan's obnoxious accent broke my dream: "Hey guys, Al's committing suicide."

I glances back at this point and they were all staring after me. I could have taken the opportunity to say a cool line, you know, make an impression as an awesome hero, but my mouth acted independently of my brain: "what now bitches?"

WHY GOD. WHY DO YOU CURSE ME WITH SUCH IDIOCY? KIKU WAS WATCHING THAT. HE KNOWS I'M EVEN MORE OF AN OAF THAN HE THOUGHT BEFORE.

Long story short I led the way to the lockers through another zombie free corridor - free also of familiar live faces, a few corpses we vaguely knew. No one immediately close to our hearts. Actually I'll admit I was kinda glad to see the Principal's gnawed-on body spread eagled in one of the classrooms.

While we've been sitting around to catch our breath, change out of our uniforms into the spare clothes in our bags, try the numbers on our phones, retrieve bokutos , store knives in safer places, eat, get our stuff out and take a moment to assess the situation. Maybe I should explain about the weapons.

Gakuen isn't an ordinary school. You mighta guessed that from the huge range of nationalities. In some American schools you'd be lucky to find half a dozen black kids and here we've got Japanese, Belgians, Russians, Germans, Italians, Chinese, Latvians, Spanish (not Latino Spanish, Madrid Spanish), Austrians, Hungarians, Estonians and pretty much every other nationality on the face of the planet. In this school the future world leaders are educated, trained and conditioned for their roles as the heads of states or figures of extreme importance in their home nations. In lessons we're asked to call each other by the names of our nations because anonymity is a vital policy here, although we are encouraged to socialise, as there will be less chance of international war and chaos if the people who essentially control the nations have been friends from kindergarten . That's the idea at any rate, but I must say America, me, still feels like kicking Russia, Ivan, up the ass.

Added to the nations we have a student representing the capitols of each country and a few major cities. The girl Rosie was raised to be the representative for Canada I think. We were going to be put in a lot of the same lessons next year to make us closer friends/colleagues or whatever, because our nations share a huge border. The school already ensured me and Kiku, who is Japan, had a chance to be close. They tried it with Ivan. But we hate each other's' guts, in a friendly, sorta rival way. I'm better than him at everything by the way- especially at looking normal. Violet-eyed white-haired 6ft 2" freak…

Back to the subject at hand, we 'nations' are trained in a particular area that should become our expertise, something we are so good at we should win all the available prizes and be the utter best in our field, so if we're not made the head of state we are hired by them to be the expert in whatever the hell it is that we do. I'm going to be the President someday. Well I was. I don't know if America still exists as a country. Might just be a bunch of people running away from zombies and crazy government purges. I don't know, it's been like 4 days since the shit hit the fan, but I don't know if it's a global fan or the fan of the State of Maine. All the crazy shit happens in Maine, as Stephen King tells us.

Lemme think…we have Luddie who will be a physicist/engineer one day (he is a literal genius at Math and Physics with an IQ of 185 the last time it was tested, which is insanely high, I'm surprised his head isn't swollen up like Gallaxhar from MVA), Kiku will be an engineer/politician on the side, his older sister, half Chinese like he is and raised for China, is gonna be a military high-up, and of course so is Mr Physco man (Ivan). Haven't the foggiest what Antonio, that's Spain, will be. He's got an ass like a bullfighter though. And as for Dubois? Fuck knows. She might be the Belgian Queen, President, Premier, I don't know what Belgians have for their president.

Well that's what we were going to be. If the world outside is still a world people are going to send some help for us. They should have by now as we're one of the most valuable political resources in global possession. What's left of us at any rate; as far as I know what's left of the 'nations' is gathered around a handful of lockers trying to call their far-away parents. The rest of them probably charged off into the fray like Berwald, the brave Ox. He went to help the littles. Since he hasn't been back I guess he died with them, unless they're barricaded in the kiddie Math room. HA! That cheered me up! The image of Berwald trapped in a room with a bunch of preteens. If the zombies don't kill him he'll kill himself. Basically when we left the room and had collected the others, he just ran off down the hall yelling "I'm gonna help th' k'ds." Wish I'd hugged him or patted him on the back or told him he was the best Swede on the face of the earth or something for him to remember me well by, instead of "What did you say?"

I AM A BUFFOON.

I need to sleep. I do not care if it is a ten minute nap on the floor, I need a nap now, immediately, because I haven't slept since it started, and I'm jealous of Antonio who's having a nap on Bella's shoulder. I lay claim to the other shoulder. Good night. See you later- and that's a promise.

Sorry for the length, but I'm about 14 hours away from a month long trip to the States. This marks the beginning of my summer hiatus. Sorry again guys, and if you're still reading this after I get back in about a month, then I genuinely love you. Have a nice summer!