Ludwig held Feliciano, more than happy to see him. They remained like that until the Italian suddenly remembered what happened. He pulled back and looked to him over worried, his eyes searching for any wounds. "Where were you hit?"

The German looked down to his side, there was a hole in his trousers, he could feel that it went right through his leg, the blood ran from it, soaking his pants. "Ja... I was lucky. Who ever shot me was pretty good to hit me from.. Where was it? The hospital?" He looked down the street to the hospital, impressed by the distance, assuming it wasn't a sniper rifle. Italy looked down slightly, feeling a bit bad.

"I-I was the one that shot you..." He could feel the stares from all three men. Gilbert, who had been watching, laughed and slapped Italy on the back.

"My brother actually did make a man out of you!" He smiled wide, his German accent thick. Italy winced slightly at the slap but was happy. He looked to Germany who was smiling happily and surprised.

Ludwig looked to Italy's eyes and smiled. "I missed you my useless Italy."

Italy smiled and hugged him. "I missed you too Doitsu!"

America jogged over and looked to them. "Oh.. Wow, hey guys. How the hell did you find this place?"

They looked to the third man who just smiled. "I'm looking for someone." America nodded with a small smile and watched their friend walk by to the hospital.

Inside, he walked up to where everyone was. He looked around before spotting the South Italian, he walked over as Romano turned. Romano heard the nearing footsteps and turned to look before his sight fell on the nearing man. His heart nearly stopped as he stepped up to him. Romano's glance turned to a teary glare as he slapped him, the sound echoed in the room, a few of the other nations stopped what they were doing and looked over. They were shocked by the scene but remained silent. "How dare you leave me there Spain!"

Antonio looked down, ignoring the stinging on his cheek. "Lo siento Romano.. I wasn't able to see yo-"

"Why?! Why weren't you there! Why didn't you find me sooner!?" His eyes teared from frustration and sadness. His hands were balled into fists and he shook slightly, thousands of questions ran through his head; Where was he? Why wasn't he there? Why didn't he text or call? And one small sentence stuck in his throat, I missed you.

Antonio kept his glance to the floor, his voice was softer as he spoke, as he spoke from a memory. "I'm terribley sorry Romano.. I tried.. But by that time there were some closing in on where you were... They needed a distraction..."

It wasn't until he looked up that Romano noticed the scratches down his face.

Italy took his tie off and tied it around Ludwig's wound to slow the bleeding, his hands slightly shaking and his mind only half accepting this as reality, the other half were convinced that this was some twisted game that his dreams were creating to torture the small nation.

Alfred helped bring Ludwig in, holding most of his weight on his shoulder as the nation limped along side him. Italy walked beside, holding Ludwig's hand tightly, afraid to let him go as if he was afraid of him fading off into a dream.

Gilbert walked behind them quietly, his glance moving down to their hands. He only smiled a little bit, happy that they were reunited. And he himself was hoping to meet up with someone too.

As the nations got in, Lithuania and Estonia closed the doors behind them. Ludwig looked around, impressed with the way they were secured in there. Gilbert also looked around, impressed, but could tell that they were running low on supplies, and where the hospital was located, there wasn't too many places nearby that would have what they needed, especially defense wise. "So how do you get the ammo and guns?"

America glanced over. "We're actually planning on leaving to go retrieve some from the armoury soon."

Ludwig thought a moment. "That's quite a ways away, do you have enough to even get you there?"

The American gave a small nod. "Yeah, it'll be fine. We just have to stay low and avoid all the zombies we can." The German's exchanged glances, not too sure how sound a plan that was, but it was better than running out here and then having nothing to use against the zombies.

They continiued up until they met up with the others, Gilbert walking ahead to look around.

Latvia looked over and rushed to get medical supplies as Alfred brought Ludwig to another room, Feliciano still holding his hand tightly.

The German held the small nations hand tightly before Latvia and Belarus needed room to work on his gun wound. Once the wound was stitched up, he got up and embraced the nation again before going to see the others.

Their group was small, but they were glad that they had everyone they did, and hoped to find more.

Alfred went to Arthur, who at this time was trying to help Latvia with getting food, though the Baltic was trying to remain polite and insist he didn't have to. "Hey Arthur." He leaned on the wall beside him. Arthur looked over to him.

"Yes? What is it?"

"We have to get ready to move out.. Can you tell everyone else and get it organized while I go get Mattie ready?" Alfred gestured to his brother's room. Arthur thought a moment on what he would say to the others and gave a nod.

"I'll talk to them." He gave a slight smile to Alfred before the American walked to be by his brother's side.

Alfred knocked before opening the door to find his brother curled by the corner and shivering, a small sniffling noise coming from him. "Mattie?"

Matthew didn't turn to greet him, but curled a little tighter. "Al..?"

"Yeah. Hey, what's wrong?" He sat on the bed beside him, placing a small hand on his shoulder. The Canadian jumped slightly from the touch before relaxing a little bit. Mattie shook his head, not wanting to say. "Come on dude, what's wrong?" He reached over, pulling Mattie's chin to look at him. There were scratch marks, hardly visible on and around his eyes which he kept closed. "Mattie, what happened?"

"I tried doing what you said.. But he wouldn't leave... So I.. So I t-tried to stop it..." Tears ran down his cheeks as he opened his eyelids, his eyes were injured from the scratching, though still there.

"Mattie..." He couldn't think of anything to say as he stared in horror at his brother. Mattie glanced down, though his eyes seemed glazed over and foggy. "Can... Can you see anything..?" The Canadian responded with a small shake of his head, but he smiled softly.

"...I'm sorry..." Was all he said before pulling his chin away and laying back down, staring blankly at the wall. "It's funny... The one who was never seen, now is the blind one..." He gave a slight laugh though Alfred stayed quiet and glanced to the floor. The Canadian's glasses lay there, the lens broken.

Alfred leaned down and picked them up, he didn't know how long a blind nation would survive in this kind of world, but he kept quiet about that. He remained silent from a few minutes before speaking again, "We'll be going to the armoury soon.. Are you ready to move?"

Matthew gave no response other than a shrug. Alfred nodded softly before folding the broken glasses and putting them in his pocket.

"I'll come get you when everything is ready.." He patted the once so free and happy nation on the shoulder before getting up and going outside.

Outside, England had spoken with the group of nations, all of them eventually agreeing upon the idea, though saying they would need to get the injured ready. Alfred waited till Arthur was done to pull him aside. "How's Matthew?" Arthur looked to him. "Ready to go?"

Alfred pulled the glasses out. "He can't see anymore Arthur.."

The Englishman looked to the broken glasses. "I thought he could at least see a little withou-"

"He injured his eyes.. These were just tossed to the floor." Alfred's voice was more stern. "He's blind now and I'm worried about him being out there, what if something happens to us and I can't get to him in time?"

Arthur nodded softly, knowing how dangerous it would be for the nation, but he placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder, giving him a small smile. "It will be alright. If you are busy, I will stay with him and keep him safe. I promise."

Alfred looked back to him before giving a nod, putting his trust in him. "Okay.. Thanks." He looked to the glasses before putting them in his pocket once more. "Are the others ready?" He changed the subject.

"Yes, they should be ready soon.." He looked to the group of nations behind him. They were all getting things packed and ready, the Italians mostly staying close to the ones closest to them, and Belarus helping her big brother and sister. "The injured one's will be harder to move out.. But it will be alright.."

Alfred nodded before going to help the others. Arthur watched him before giving a sigh, not knowing how well it would go, but praying that it would be fine. He went to find things they would need, like medical kits, food, and the hospital even had some clothing left from those who were lost, or left quickly. In one jacket he found cigarettes, an old habit he once had growing up. He took one out, put it between his lips, then lit it with a match.

"Might as well." He spoke to himself. "If I'm dying in this world, then I don't see why I should need to worry about silly things like my health." He looked down as he inhaled the smoke, he knew it was a foolish excuse, but he didn't want to admit that it would soothe his nerves at least a little. He pulled the smoke from his mouth and blew it out slowly, the smoke filling the air, but escaping quickly out the window.

He remained there as he finished his smoke, taking a moment to himself as he let his mind calm and take in everything that has happened. He looked out to the sky, it was blue with light fluffy clouds. It seemed so normal and peaceful outside. That's when a small dove landed outside on the windowsill. Arthur looked to it and a small smile came to him.

"Hello there..." The bird looked to him and tilted it's head, some words played through Arthur's mind. "I remember a friend telling me about you. Some rubbish about you being the bird of love..." He chuckled to himself. "He insisted that you were a beautiful animal and would help spread the love..." He paused and took another inhale of his smoke before speaking it out. "What a foolish man... He really said the craziest things..." He looked to the small cigarette before taking a small inhale and squishing the lit end by the window. "I almost miss him..." He half-admitted before walking back to the others, the bird watched and let out a coo before flying off.