a/n I'm writing this in front of an episode of 'Starsky and Hutch' . Aaaah, 70s cheesiness have never been so sweet. The downside is the effort it takes to get comfortable in a beanbag. When you just throw yourself down on it, you get it exactly perfect. When you try to get comfortable in a beanbag, it's impossible. Why? Dammit beanbags.

I don't own Hetalia, all the rights go to Himaruya whom we should hail as a genius.

Thursday 17th March 2013

Yesterday I swore Kiku to secrecy. Both of us made a vow of sorts; we won't tell anyone our suspicions unless we discuss it and together agree it is appropriate. What we don't want to do is make it seem like we're losing our heads. I mean between Heracles and I we have a lot of evidence to base the 'Security is evil' theory on, but now is not the time to start causing problems, with Lili down and Luddie's sorta fragile state of mind. You wouldn't figure out he's losing it unless you know him well. When he thinks no one is looking, his face literally has no expression. It's blank, like he has to be told what he should feel or he needs an atmosphere to gauge before he can decide. Sometimes I see that blank look on Ivan too. God I hope he doesn't lose his shit as thoroughly as Ivan has. The last thing our people need are two basket-cases.

Either way I don't think it's a good idea to give Luddie someone to hate apart from the zombies right now. He's a protector. When the people he cares about are hurt he goes out of his way to make sure they're avenged. Sometimes that's a subtle insult aimed at the offending party and sometimes that's an uppercut that lands them in the med bay. In this case I think it would be a rampage with a machine gun. Luddie is among the most sensible of our group, but the way he is lately I don't think he could take the news that Security let his cousin be bitten.

Have you noticed bad news comes at the same time? Once the shit hits the fan whoever is throwing the shit chucks the whole fucking bucket at the fan, and it gets chopped up and splatters in every direction. There's a nice image. I hope you were eating when you read that.

A cold is going around. Bella and Eduard are down with fevers and Mo looks a little bit pale. I hope no one else gets sick. You know what schools are like with colds. I swear it's like a cold is a new brand of iPhone everyone wants. I hope I don't get sick. I'm like Dad when I get sick. I can't do much for myself, I just sorta curl up into a ball of misery and build an island of used Kleenex. Mattie and Papa stay strong when they're sick. Good thing too otherwise when our family gets a cold Dad and I would probably die left to our own devices.

Yesterday Suzy and Luddie were helping to remove the bodies and scrub away the blood left over from the attack. Somehow Suzy managed to break his hand. God knows how. Apparently a machine gun was dropped on his hand. Thanks again Security, you're doing a bang-up job. And I did not mean that as a pun. So now our Swede's fingers are busted up. It's in a sling made by our very own Sadie, who mercifully remains whole because "It's not quite legal for doctors to get sick themselves". Now he can't use his right hand. Good thing he's a lefty.

Peter Baron has also injured himself seriously. I wonder if he thought it would be a good idea to copy Suzy again, which he loves doing. Suzy had literally just been let outta the med bay (overnight stay on Sadie's insistence) when I heard Peter cry out. I sped around the corner thinking he had been attacked. He was technically. By the light fixtures. One fell out of the ceiling right on his shoulder. I threw the thing off him. You won't believe this, but he laughed, he didn't cry.

"The whole bloody world is against us huh?" he said with a pained edge to his voice. "Do me a favour? I think I need to see Dr Adnan."

I obliged gladly. Peter seemed far happier than he should have to be injured. When I left him with Sadie he was saying "It's kinda cool to be hurt. I feel like one of the guys."

And Sadie was saying "You are one of the guys kiddo, you're just a lot younger than the rest of us."

Since I was in the vicinity I checked up on the others. First Bella, who was on asleep on her front and snored raggedly. Then Mo on his side. He twitched like Ivan does when he has a nightmare, so I woke him up. He punched me in the shoulder and went back to sleep.

Finally Lili. She slept under the watchful eyes of Ven and Gio. They spoke in hushed tones so as not to wake her.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Her fever just broke." said Gio.

"When she was awake she called me Dawson. You know, the Security woman who died yesterday. I saw Luddie and Berwald carting her body away." added Ven.

A chill went down my spine. "Yeah. She was there when Lili was bit."

"Obviously she was oceans of help." Gio scowled.

I don't know how long Kiku and I should wait to reveal how it went down. Earlier we talked to Heracles about it and he accepted the terms of the secret. So it's a super-secret now. Who knows if it actually is a secret? Maybe some of the others already have their suspicions about Security and by the time we start sharing our concerns it will be too late.

I have to go help clean up a little now. The halls are getting messy. Later after I'm done I'm going to discreetly pack up some of my things and the things the others might need, but not miss immediately, and hide them under Lili's bed. It shouldn't be a problem. You can't see under her bed because of the long sheets.

I don't want to take any chances.

Sorry for the short chapter. I have a couple of other projects going right now, such as one for the Avengers based around an OC cat named Director Furry (It was a moment of weakness. Don't ask.). Next week I have a ½ term so I shall endeavour to publish two chapters- or at least one long chapter.

I literally cannot believe this fic has gained over 1000 views. You people are too good to me. A Huge massive thank you to my followers and favouriters (I made a new word in honour of the occaision) whom I am so thankful towards I don't think I can sum it up in words. It makes me very happy to write and even happier to know people enjoy my writing. So thank you everyone who has read this, followed this, favourited this or given it a passing glance.

Anything to add to that Al?

Alfred: YEAH! What the holy hell is wrong with you woman?! Do you have any idea what kinda nightmares your dumbass story is giving me? I woke up screaming the other day, and I was in a fucking meeting! Now they're talking about having me committed again and it's totally your fault! Just wait until I get my zombie-killing weapon! You're the first bastard on my list!

Love you too baby boy.