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    You sit by the fire watching the flames steadily consume the fuel like greedy monsters.

"That's the last window," Spain says with a heavy breath, setting down his hammer on the table.

"Good," America nods as he does the same. "So has anyone seen Switzerland?"

"Last I heard from him, he went to search Liechtenstein's bedroom." Prussia speaks mildly, mainly focusing on a large, old world map in front of him. Ukraine sits at the table quietly, but watching everything.

"Should I check on him?" America suggests. Quickly, England denies.

"No, he wanted to be alone while he looked. Everyone needs their space…especially after all of this," he motions to the room around him, suggesting the whole disaster that has struck the world.

Spain agrees, "He's right, there's no need to bother him now."

Sealand enters the room as Spain's sentence finishes, his mouth full of cheese from raiding the refrigerator. He announces,

"Oi! Italy wanted me to tell you all that the grub's done. Get it while it's hot."

"Alright!" America grins and slings his jacket over his shoulder. Prussia peels himself away from the map, mumbling things under his breath. The room clears out except for you and England.

You're daydreaming and haven't heard a word that's passed. England sits next to you and taps your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Are you okay, love?" he asks softly. You look over at him and smile a bit, nodding your head.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired I guess."

"So am I. However, the macaroni brothers have prepared something for us all, care to eat?"

"Oh, I forgot about eating…" you look at the fire in disgust; you've seen enough "eating".

"Well, if you want to live then I guess you've got to," he chuckles. You look over at him and ask, your voice almost a whisper,

"You knew that woman wasn't human…the one that turned into a spider thing. You also knew which Ukraine was the fake…I don't suppose it's just luck, is it? Or do you know something?"

England's eyes soften. "I get this feeling," he pats his chest, over his heart, "right here. I don't really know how to describe it…I guess you could say it's like a tugging feeling. But I trusted it against zombies so far, so I'll trust in it for the time to come."

You nod slowly. "Okay…I understand…"

"Actually, (Name), I think this situation has brought out a lot of different abilities within all of us…It could be the effects of the virus, or it could just be the thought of survival, but either way you have it, we all have developed something beyond our normal capabilities. I've seen it once with Alfred, once with you, and quite a few times with Russia. I haven't the slightest clue what it is…but…" his voice trails off. You grasp the thought. It was true, out of the ordinary abilities have randomly popped up in you. Like how all of your senses spiked as you drove. You pushed it off as adrenaline, but with England's words, they could be something more.

"I feel it now," England says abruptly, scrambling to his feet. You do the same and look around. The den has been deserted except for the two of you. The only sound is the fire devouring the flames. You two wait in silence for a moment before Arthur sighs.

"I guess the feeling won't always be correct…" Yet he doesn't sound too sure. "Well, love, let's eat before the food gets cold…or that pig America eats it all."

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   "I hope you all like it!" Veneziano says loud enough so everyone can hear. The dish is a mix of different things, but consists of cheese (that Romano has taken a dislike to) and breads, along with a few different meats.

"Shut up and eat it, I slaved over the stove to make it." Lovino adds curtly before taking a seat on the floor with his bowl. Prussia scoffs before nearly shoving the whole plate down his throat.

"Thank you," you say to the brothers. Romano looks up at you briefly and looks a way. Veneziano smiles,

"Ve~! You don't have to thank us! Me and big brother Romano like cooking! I just wish we had pasta…"

"We have beer and wine, so that's all that matters." Germany reminds Feliciano before chugging down his glass. Sealand jumps up and runs into the kitchen.

"I'm not drinking any of that! So I'll just get some water!"

No one says anything, not really minding. But after a second, Austria shouts urgently,

"No! Don't drink water. We don't know what could be inside of it."

A slight murmur goes around the room.

"He's right. Just…have some wine…this once." England shakes his head. Peter makes a face and comes out of the kitchen.

"You don't think it's safe to drink?" he asks no one in particular.

"We shouldn't risk it, you know." Alfred comments.

"Bugger…Alright…" Sealand retakes his seat besides England and Canada and reaches out for a small glass.

"I swear, if you drink any without asking," Arthur forewarns Peter as he pours a small glass of white wine, "I'll throw you out to the Zombie!s the next time we see them as a sacrifice."

"Alright, alright! Blimey!" Sealand whimpers, taking the glass with two hands.

Prussia tells a joke that makes everyone break into laughter. Germany discusses tactics. Italy falls asleep. Romano complains. You suggest ideas. Russia considers tactics. Austria develops a theory. Ukraine wonders about a cure. Prussia develops scenarios. All of this goes on until, one by one, people head off for rest. The last two awake are Germany and Switzerland, who plan to stay up for as long as they can, keeping watch.

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   You, however, hadn't completely fallen asleep in the large and dark guestroom. You lay awake, staring up at the beige ceiling. Sleep wasn't coming easily for you: being in a quiet place for so long seemed unorthodox in a time like this. But what could you do about it? You roll over on your side and look at the clock on the wall.

5:13 am.

You groan a little and force your eyes shut. Yet you open them quickly, for terrible images of the previous day unfold in your mind. You try to settle yourself. And as you begin to give up on rest, the bedroom door opens. You stay still and close your eyes, not wanting to be bothered as you sulk.

The person quietly walks around your bed and stops at the inn table. The case is resting there. You open your eyes. It's Switzerland. His face is grim and written with worry. He looks down at you, as if seeing you for the first time.

"Sorry to wake you." He says. You sit up.

"I wasn't asleep…" You smile. Vash looks back at the case.

"You should go to sleep, (Name). I really need you to."

You stare down at the covers. If you went to sleep, you could ask Liechtenstein if she knew the whereabouts of Pandora's Box and/or Pandemonium. Still, it was troublesome trying to sleep when all you saw were faces of the dead.

"I can't…"

"You have to," he demands. "I've looked everywhere. I can't find either piece. Please, (Name). Get some rest."

You lay back with a puff.

"Stay here with me. I can't sleep."

Vash's emerald eyes search yours for a moment before he sits at the edge of the bed.

"I don't know what to do…" Switzerland shakes his head. "I'm not sure what to do. I don't want to risk anyone's life…but I know I can't do this on my own. Look at the world that we see. There's nothing left of it. There's a chance it can be fixed, but how? By putting a rock in a box and giving it to some old hag!? There has to be more to it…There's something I'm not seeing…it has to be…"

"Switzerland…that's why you have the rest of us, there's absolutely no reason for you to think you have to do this on your own. We all have the same goal in mind and we can't reach it without each other."

Vash does not reply to your words, although you know he heard them. Your eyes find the ceiling again. Something inside of you hates that Vash always feels he must do everything on his own.

He looks back at you.

"I don't really know what to say to that…except that you're right. It's not that I feel hopeless or anything…it's just…"

"Frustrating?"

"Yeah, it really is. Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

Switzerland takes your hand and clutches it tightly.

"I'll fix this…I'll fix all of it. Then everything will be better…normal again…"

"You don't have to alone." You remind him. He nods.

"Right…" he smiles a little, then stands, letting go of your hand.

"Talk to Liechtenstein for me," he adds. You nod.

"Sweet dreams," Switzerland says. His lips gently press against your forehead, yet you've suddenly become too drowsy to realize it. Your eyelids grow heavy and eventually close. The rest awaiting you has finally come. Vash slowly pulls himself away from you and straightens. With a glance at the case and back to your sleeping face, he closes the door quietly behind him.

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Sorry it took me so long to continue this. I wanted to fill some requests:iconbucketswitzerlandplz:
After this, things are gonna get batshit crazy :iconbatshitcrazysaixplz:
And I just want to say thank you to all the people that like my Zombitalia!!.


Chapter 1:[link]
Chapter 2:[link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5 pt.1: [link]
Chapter 5 pt.2:[link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8 pt. 1: [link]
Chapter 8 pt. 2: [link]
Chapter 9: [link]
Chapter 10 pt.1: :star:
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LavonaV Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2014
You really should continue
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TheRollingScones Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
It's very unlikely, I'm sorry. :iconhideplz:
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VeroPokesU Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2014
Nyah~ Please continue this~
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TheRollingScones Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Maybe one day. U , U
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hetaliadreamer Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2013  Student General Artist
isnt sealand to young to drink lolz xx
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TheRollingScones Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It's a zombie apocalypse! Booze for all minors! //shot
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hetaliadreamer Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2013  Student General Artist
lolz i can tell my mam im driking and she wnt care ........... oh wait its not a zombie apocalypse its jst bath salts lolz xx
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KuroFrickenNeko Featured By Owner May 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This fic is best fic.
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TheRollingScones Featured By Owner May 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much! :iconcraiplz:
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KuroFrickenNeko Featured By Owner May 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It's so addicting! >w<
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