Alfred heard footsteps behind him and turned and looked to see Italy coming over with a gun.
"Hey dude, what are you d-"
"I came to help..." He looked down a little.
"Oh.. You don't have t-"
"I want to be here if Germany comes by..." Alfred stayed quiet and nodded.
"Yeah.. Okay... Can you go look around those windows?" He pointed to the ones that didn't have many ways for zombies to get to as he went to other ones. Italy went and held his gun up, looking out the window.
Alfred let out a sigh and went to his own window and looked out, keeping guard. As time went by, more and more zombies began coming. With each shot, Feliciano could feel his nerves getting more on edge. His heart beat faster, as he tried to stay strong. He brought Germany to mind, this brought him a bit more peace of mind.
"Just watch Germany... I'll live... And I'll find you." He said under his breath before pulling the gun up and aiming down the sight as he saw movement in the distance. His finger ready, he pulled the trigger. The figure fell.
Italy shot them, zombie after zombie. Some took a couple shots, but they all dropped down. It was getting late out, Alfred began boarding the windows for the night. He went to Italy. "Go rest, I'll take first shift."
Italy looked over. "But.. I'm not tired, I can handle this... Please..." Italy looked to him, Alfred could tell what he was thinking.
"If I spot Germany, you'll be the first to know.." Italy only gave a small nod as he lowered his gun from the window and went up with the other two.
"You are so stupid!" was the greeting he got from his brother. "You could have been, I don't know, killed!"
Italy looked to him "But I wasn't.. I shot a few even!" Italy smiled, wishing that Germany had seen what he had done.
"Oh right, just shoot a few zombies, then one gets in and takes your head off! You are not going back down there!"
"But fratello, I was doing good and helping!" Italy tried to persuade his furious brother.
"No buts! You are in so much trouble!" He gripped his Northern brother's arm and pulled him to a room. "Now hurry up so we can sleep!"
Italy followed him into the room. Romano went to lay on the one bed, another on the other side. Feliciano looked to his brother. "Fratello? Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Romano groaned and nodded. "Yeah sure. But don't be all clingy or noisy."
Feliciano nodded and laid down with him, he kept his arms close to himself though he leaned close to his older brother. Romano peeked back to him a little, slightly worried, his younger brother had his eyes closed. He didn't want to lose him either, after losing Spain, that was hard enough. He rest his head back down and reached behind him, grabbing his brother's arm and pulling it around him. Italy woke a bit and smiled as he cuddled.
The next morning Italy woke up, he looked to his older brother who still slept. Feliciano got up and grabbed his gun before going back downstairs. He passed Alfred on his way down. Estonia and Lithuania already down there.
Alfred watched him go, he was surprised at the change in the small nation. He never thought he would have had the guts to even shoot a gun. But he was having to focus on other things this morning. He looked to Arthur who leaned on the door frame of Matthew's room. "How is he?"
Arthur only shook his head and took a step into his room. Alfred could hear Matthew's voice. "I killed him.. I killed mon papa... He won't leave me alone! I'm sorry!" Alfred quickly rushed over, Matthew was hugging his knees, pressed against the corner of his room. He had tears running down his cheeks as he seemed to be panicking. Alfred rushed over and knelt by him.
"Matthew what's wro-"
"Don't touch me! You're not real! You're dead!" Alfred tried to calm him down, only to be pushed away. Alfred turned to Arthur worried. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry... Why do you haunt me...?"
Alfred took a breath and slapped Matthew across the face, the boy falling silent as he stared in shock. He turned to Al. "Alfred...?"
Alfred glared at him. "How dare you fucking break down when I need you!"
"I-I..."
"No! You're not allowed to break down Matthew! Not now! Not ever!"
Matthew teared up. "He's everywhere Al... I can't get rid of him..." Alfred looked to Arthur. Arthur walked over.
"Matthew, Francis IS dead.. He's not here..." Matthew looked down.
"I see him everywhere... He's upset with me.. He's mad.. He won't forgive me..." Alfred gripped his shoulders and looked into his eyes.
"That wasn't Francis you shot, he was already dead, that THING killed him." Matthew only pulled away and looked away. Alfred sighed and head back down.
Feliciano looked outside. He looked around before seeing movement in the distance. He raised his gun and aimed before firing. The figure dropped, it was the furthest he actually was able to hit though, that was pretty good aiming. He was about to celebrate but he paused and lowered his gun, seeing a couple of figures run to the one he shot down. His heart skipped a beat as he watched, he quickly ran to the door, unlocked it and ran out.
Alfred looked over, seeing the Itallian run out. "Feliciano! What the hell are you doing!" He ran after him. There were still zombies out there, but Italy was so focused on getting to the one he shot down that he ran passed them all. Alfred ran behind a bit before stopping to shoot them, Estonia and Lithuania helping by the door. The zombies were turning to go after the small nation but were all being shot down by the others.
Italy ran over to the figures, but when he got close, the image made him freeze, his gun dropping to the ground. "Ludwig!" He ran over and launched himself at the sitting German.
"F-Feliciano?" He groaned when he was glomped by the Itallian who had started sobbing.
"You're alive! I knew you would be!" Feliciano clung to Ludwig and cried heavily, never wanting to let go.