Huzzah!
This'll be a very eventful chapter... at least I think it will ;_;
Guest appearance from 3 people! (albeit, only one's actually real...)
Romania was in the middle of killing 3 zombies with his gun.
'Need some help?' asked a familiar voice.
Romania looked up, still shooting his gun. 'Sure, if you can, help me get the mob surrounding the Asian shack.
'Gladly,' she replied. She pulled out her black umbrella of DOOM, turned it into a spear, and began killing the zombies.
Meanwhile
'They are, like, so pathetic. Don't they know that what they're wearing is a disgrace?' Poland told Lithuania.
The Lithuanian didn't really know why Poland was so worked up, but Poland's his friend so he had to be nice.
'M- maybe it's because they're zombies that they don't know that?' Lithuania replied uncertainly.
They were currently hiding in their shack, sitting on a pink blanket. Lithuania had done all the working (made the brick shield, locked padlocks, etc) while Poland sat back and painted his nails.
'I don't care if they're hideous flesh eating things! They should still know what to wear!' Poland yelled angrily.
'Besides, if I, like, really wanted to I could just ki- OW!' Poland had just been hit on the head with a parachute. Obviously whatever was inside was not spinach.
'Um, Poland are you okay?'
'Do I look like I'm, like, okay?' Poland asked and grabbed the parachute off the ground.
'Liet, you open it,' Poland told Lithuania and tossed it to him.
' But it's yours...'
Poland gave him the death glare and said 'Yeah, I know, but I just finished painting my nails,' and showed off his newly painted pink nails.
Lithuania sighed and opened the sponsor gift ' Oh look, it's a pink gun,' he told Poland blandly.
''Oh, let me see that!' and he tore it from his hands.
Wicked Hipster Pink Glitter Gun of DOOM
'Yay, now I get to, like, kill zombies in style!' Poland ran out of his shack and shot any zombie he saw.
Meanwhile, with Spain and Romano.
'Lovi, you look so cute!' Spain squealed.
Romano was wearing a fedora and typical Italian mafia clothing, complete with the gun. He had just received a sponsor gift.
He shrugged and held up his gun. 'Spain, call me Lovi one more fucking time and I'll shoot you,' Romano threatened.
'... Lovi~' Spain whispered with a grin.
Romano pushed the gun into Spain's stomach ' I beg your pardon?' he hissed.
Spain chuckled 'You know, Lovi, you're even cuter when you're angry,' he told him.
Romano blushed and pulled away the gun '... don't call me cute.'
Spain pulled Romano towards him and lightly kissed his lips 'Go kill the zombies, I might stop calling you Lovi then,' he whispered to the Italian.
Back to Romania and Myrna!
Myrna was hiding behind a shack, Romania was still in plain sight. He had told her to stay there so she could work out strategy.
'Now, if I go out there from the right I might be able to kill 5 of them... but if I go from the left it'll be 10, yet I'll have a higher chance of "dying",' Myrna mumbled to herself as she counted her fingers.
'Brains...'
'Then again, if I go from the left I might be able to put all my knives to good use,' she continued.
'Brains...!'
'Hm, but also, if I go from the le-!'
'BRAINS!' a zombie lunged at Myrna and began chomping on her neck and arms.
'Romania! Romania!' she screamed in pain as the zombie threw her to the ground.
Myrna's "dead"! Romania, you should pay more attention to your allies. Claw, go get Myrna!
The Claw picked up Myrna from behind the shack and dropped her in the Death box.
Myrna stood up and grinned when she saw France.
'Why hello France, how've you been?' she asked evilly.
France gulped ' Oh non...'
'Happy to see me?'
France shook his head slowly and gulped again.
'It's your fault for being a perve. Now I get to torment you until your stay's up,' she whispered into his ear.
'Don't even try groping Taiwan or I, I still have my black umbrella of DOOM, remember?'
Now we switch to Canada, America, and Sealand!
' I think we should go back into the shack,' Canada whispered to his allies.
'Huh, did you say something Sealand?' America asked Sealand.
'No, no I said something,' Canada replied for him.
'No, I didn't say anything, why?'
'Agh! I did, Ca-na-da!'
'Hm, oh hey Canadia, when'd you get here?'
Canada sighed, this was normal, but you'd think that in a zombie apocalypse he'd at least remember his name.
'I've been here the whole time...'
'Right~ You just used your epic ninja powers didn't you?' America asked jokingly.
'Brains...'
'Heh, that was a good zombie impression dude,' America told Canada.
'Um, America, that wasn't Canada...' Sealand told America.
'Brains...'
'A- America, turn around,' Canada whispered.
'BRAINS!' 3 zombies lunged at the 3 nations (A/N- Sealand's a nation!)
'Crap!' America yelled 'My awesome Popeye arms have worn off!'
Canada was already being "killed" by one, and Sealand had ran towards a shack and was currently cowering inside.
America whimpered and began following Sealand's lead. 'Sorry Canadia, but you're on your own!'
Canada lay on the ground, "dead".
ZZZZzzzz No, I don't wanna help you bake cookies...The Voice had fallen asleep, and had forgotten to turn off the mic.
'Uh, Flute, Canada just "died"' Hungary told The Voice from inside her shack, her voice was shaky and scared.
ZZZZzzzz Change setting... no more smog, add sparkly donuts! ZZZZzzzz
'Do you still not know who I am...?' asked zombie!Canada to everyone, he sounded sick, and his voice was cracked out and low.
ZZZZzzzz...
'America, do you know what my real name is?' he asked, turning his head towards their shack.
America was hiding in the corner of a shack with Sealand, and cried out 'Y- you're name's Canada!'
'Good job, fatass,' Canada whispered, and began to slowly hobble towards America and Sealand's shack.
'Don't go any closer,' commanded an unfamiliar voice.
'Unless you want to die,' another voice concluded.
2 girls stepped out from behind America and Sealand's shack. One looked older than the other, but probably not by much.
One had chin length auburn coloured hair and hazel eyes, she was wearing a purple witch cape that flowed beside her legs, and a ring that appeared to have sparks flying from it was on her right index finger, she appeared to be the eldest.
The other stranger had brown hair, that was held back in a messy ponytail, and striking blue eyes. She was wearing a black leather jacket, and a silver crucifix necklace was hanging around her neck.
'Wh- who are you?' questioned America (A/N- HA! Who's the hero now!)
'We're the people who're gonna save your whiny little ass!' the younger one exclaimed.
'Delmira, settle down...' the older one told the other, but added 'Although it's true,'
Delmira mumbled something incoherently and pulled out a sword from hammerspace. 'Cassie, am I going first or are you?'
Cassie grinned and adjusted the ring on her finger 'I'll go first, you can finish him off,' she told Delmira.
'Wait, you're going to kill Canada!' Seychelles squeaked.
'Oh no, we're not killing him. We're killing a zombie, Canada's already "dead",' Cassie told her, a creepy grin spreading across her face.
Seychelles gulped and said no more.
Delmira sighed 'Cass, I think you scared her. Seychelles, I'm a trained monster hunter and she's a witch, believe me, we know what we're doing, and I promise we won't hurt anyone else,' Delmira told her.
Seychelles let out a big gasp of air upon hearing this.
Cassie lifted her right hand and pointed her index finger at zombie!Canada, who had somehow remained silent through the whole thing.
'What are you gonna do? Shoot me with "magic" pfft, I bet you're going to fail like England always does,' zombie!Canada taunted.
England's eyes bulged and his face grew red, he stomped towards the witch and zombie!Canada.
'Excuse me? I did not raise you, or your brother, to talk to anyone like that!'
'Yeah, well I'm not Canada,' he answered creepily.
'Can you two be quiet? I want to get this over with!' Cassie yelled impatiently.
England sighed and stepped back from zombie!Canada.
A bright light erupted from Cassie's ring, and shot towards zombie!Canada, he was thrown across the floor and into a brick shield.
'Delmira, now!' Cassie shouted and ran back towards her ally. Delmira grinned and lifted the sword in front of her.
Delmira began charging towards the zombified nation, sword in her right hand 'In 5 seconds my Blessed sword'll have gone straight through your heart!'
The monster hunter threw her sword straight through zombie!Canada's heart, and he fell limp.
Delmira pulled the sword from his chest and wiped the blood from it on her jeans, even though her face clearly said 'I'm gonna have a stain in these, aren't I?'
ZZZZzzzz k-co-heh! The Voice yawned and groggily asked So~ what'd I miss?
Yup, apparently I missed a lot *laughs*
No flames~