'ello again~

More kills, more sponsors, oh, and drunk Prussia!

Thank you That-Other-Germancest-Fan, Myrna Maeve, and Gir'sdoomsongofdoom.

The Voice sighed upon hearing about zombie!Canada Claw, go grab Canada and put him in the Death box...

The Claw grabbed zombie!Canada, and ploppedhim beside Italy.

'Veh~ Who are you?'

'I'm Canada...'

'Guess what Frog, this isn't just an umbrella,' Myrna said to France 'It's also a spear, and guess who I'm going to use the spear on?'

'P- pas moi?'

France, your stay in the Death box is over... sorry Myrna.

'What!'

'Finallement!' France exclaimed happily.

'But, but... I haven't even used my black umbrella spear of DOOM yet,' Myrna mumbled sadly.

'Veh~ don't be sad Myrna,' Italy told Myrna, and hugged her.

France trotted out of the Death box, whispering happy things in French.

Oh, Taiwan, you're allowed to come out as well The Voice said kindly.

Taiwan slowly stood up, said goodbye to Myrna, and quickly ran back to the Asians shack.

Meanwhile, with Spain, Germany, Romano, and Prussia.

'Kesesese, Germany, guess what my awesome self just got?' Prussia asked, while walking back inside the shack.'I don't know, vat?' Germany asked, sounding very bored and uninterested.

'...beer!'

'You fuckin' idiot! There are zombies out there and you're celebrating about beer!'

'Aw, Lovi, don't be mad.'

'I told you, don't fucking call me Lovi!'

Spain pouted and said 'You didn't kill enough zombies,'

'Heh, vell, vhile they have an old married couple fight, I'm gonna drink some off this!' Prussia exclaimed, holding a can of beer in the air.

'...idiot.'

About 1:00 later~

'West, buddy...! How's Italy doing? heh heh, I'm drunk!' Prussia said, he hiccuped and laughed everynow and then.

'This is vhy you shouldn't drink that much...' Germany mumbled, he was currently holding Prussia up, as the Prussian kept stumbling over his feet.

'Roma, you should drink, I bet you'd be very lindo!' (A/N-Cute in Spanish, I think, if I'm wrong tell me!)

'Don't call me cute, you Spanish bastard!' Romano yelled, flailing his arms, and gun, around.

Spain laughed and hugged Romano, much to the others distaste.

Prussia hiccuped and continued to speak 'Hey, hey, West and Spanish! Guess what else I got?' Prussia asked, even though he wasn't staring at either of them.

Germany sighed and turned his brothers head so it would be facing him, Spain, and Romano.

'What?' they all asked, and Romano added quietly 'Bastard.'

'I got a,' he paused and hiccuped 'a sword!' and he pulled a red and black sword from behind his back, a large button was on it's hilt.

'Another stupid sponsor gift I assume?' Romano muttered and crossed his arms, allowing his fedora to fall over his eyes.

Prussia coughed and asked 'Dude, what's this button for?' and pressed the button.

Yup, bad idea, the sword blade immediately caught fire, and with it, the shack...

Thankfully everyone got out ago, and Spain was carrying Romano bridal style.

Back to the Death box

France was once again in the Death box, now for an epic flashback to why~

France was chasing England around the endless room 'Angleterre, I want you to be my love!'

'Go away you twat!' England yelled, he wasn't having much luck though.

'Non, j'aller pas!'

'Brains...'

'I mean it, Frog, if you don't leave I'll use my magic!'

'Brains...!'

'Ohonhonhon, what type of magic?'

'Brains!'

Like every other time, the zombie jumped at it's victim. France's head was torn off his shoulders and blood was splattered across the blank floor.

'Hmph, Frog deserved it,' England muttered and trotted to his shack.

'Heh, aren't you happy to see me?' Myrna asked with a grin, and a deep purple aura emitting from her.

'Non...?'

'Well too bad! You're a pervert and I, personally, hate you!'

France whimpered and tossed back his "golden" locks of hair.

'Pourquoi? Je suis France, the country of love~?'

'I don't care, now, face the wrath of my black umbrella spear of DOOM!' she exclaimed and pulled out her DOOM weapon from hammerspace.

France shrieked and protected his "precious" face.

'Die, Frog, die!' and she swung the spear at his neck. Blood splattered across the Death box, and France had once again "died"

Canada, who had quietly watched the whole thing, spoke up "Um, what happens if you kill someone in the Death box?'

The Voice replied with a laugh and said (quite creepily, might I add.) They don't get to play for the rest of the game.

A hole beneath France's previous seat appeared, and France spiraled down, into the endless darkness.

'See you NEVER Frog!' Myrna yelled into the hole, her voice echoing throughout.

'Aurevoir, papa...' Canada mumbled.

'Veh~ bye bye, big brother France~!'

The Nordics shack!

'Denmark, get off me,' Norway told his boyfriend (A/N-DenNor ftw!)

Denmark grumbled and took his arms off Norways shoulders "why? I like hugging you!' he exclaimed, and pulled Norway into another hug.

Norway grumbled and pushed him off him 'No, I think I have a "sponsor" gift,' he told him.

A large green, Norwegian troll was kneeling near the door to their shack.

Oh goody, it's Norway's troll! The Voice exclaimed.

Back to Sealand and America

Sealand stared at his brand new paintball gun, he noticed that it said 'Acid' near the trigger. He didn't really care about the "acid" and he put his finger over the trigger, pretending to be shooting.

'Hey, Sealand. Do you think I look fat without my Popeye arms?' America asked Sealand, staring at his muscles.

He wasn't watching where he was going and walked straight into Sealand, making him accidentally shoot... England.

'Agh! Who... did... tha-' England fell to the ground, blood pouring from his head.

Claw! Go get England!

Once England was in the Death box he sat on the bench with a 'huph!'
Myrna couldn't help but snicker at England and his expression.
'What? What's so funny?'

'N- nothing' Myrna replied, trying to hold back laughter

'I was just "killed"! it wasn't even by a zombie either!'

'Well don't get mad at me, it wasn't my idea!'

'I have a hard time believing that...' the Englishman mumbled.

Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Austria, and Hungary!

Hungary was far less than amused at the moment, in fact, if Austria hadn't torn it from her hands, she'd have swung her frying pan at his head by now.

Her and Liechtenstein were holding Switzerland by his arms, and were relying on Austria to protect them. Switzy was currently (trying) to claw his way towards a gun that was laying on the ground outside their shack.

'B- but, I don't have that one!' he whined and continued to try and escape the two girls' grasp.

Austria spoke up and shot another zombie threw the head 'Incoming parachute, I believe it's addressed to Switzerland!'

Switzerland cringed at Austria's voice and tried grabbing something to hit himself over the head with, but failed.

Hungary and Liechtenstein let go of him, and allowed him to go grab his, rather large, "sponsor" gift.

Switzerland, dare I say it, squealed with glee upon seeing what he had been given. He held it up proudly and yelled 'I now have the gun!'

Once again, back to Prussia and "friends"

'Dude, that vas,' Prussia paused and chugged some more beer 'Awesome!'

Germany sighed, Spain laughed, and Romano scowled and muttered something about idiots.

'Bruder, I think you should stop drinking now...' Germany told his brother and tried taking the beer from him.

'N- no! I like this beer! I like my sword, I don't like se- actually I did like setting our hidey place on fire! It was funny!' Prussia said, laughing after he said 'it was funny'

'No, it was not funny, you Prussian bastard! Now give me the fuckin' beer before I shoot you!' Romano threatened, pointing his gun at Prussia.

'Vhoa, Italiano is feisty!' Prussia joked and began waving his beer around, his sword staying in his left hand.

'Do not give me a stupid nickname, you're gonna be like Spain if you do!'

Prussia laughed and put his arm around Spain's shoulder, spilling beer on the Spaniard and the Italian.

'But, I like Spainy~' he whined.

'Bruder, don't vave your beer around,' Germany told his idiot of a brother 'Also, do not press the button on it either.'

'Oh yeah, the button!'

'No!' the other 3 yelled.

Too late, Prussia pressed the button once again, setting the sword on fire.

Prussia, you're such an awesome idiot. The Voice said and giggled

'Thank you! Now, how do I turn it off again?'

'You don't know how to turn it off!'

End of seventh chapter!

By the way, I updated it and added the sponsor gifts that I forgot OTL

Oh, I have a really good idea for a... sequel (?) to this. This'll be over in around 3-4 chapters ^-^