Zombitalia!!SwitzerlandXReader Chapter 6

  "Strange. There hasn't been a single zombie anywhere." Germany scratches his head.
"I was sure at least one country would be down here...But I'm not complaining." Austria adjusts the cutlas on his hip. The basement area made Roderich feel uneasy,he was probably the only one who hated basements. Even at a time like this,he was feeling out of his element and confined by the ceiling. At least on the first floor,there was a door that lead right out. Not in the basement area. No windows,of course,no doors leading out to the open world. Basements just screamed a prison of the soul. Germany smiles at Austria's dry humor.
"Ja...Say,what is the time?"
Austria locates his pocket watch promptly and pushes the button,flipping it open. Ludwig caught a glimpse of his reflection through the silver metal on the watch.
"It is exactly 9:00pm. The others will be returning to the conference room in 20 minutes,more or less."
"Then we should be on our way."
Italy rushes to a door and swings it open,then he closes it.
"There's no one in here~!"
"We checked there already!" Germany growls. Italy grins and opens a small closet door.
"Ve~!Nothing in here but coats!"
"We checked there as well. Get over here before I-"
"YES SIR~!" Veneziano dashes over and salutes. Germany sighs and shakes his head.
"Okay,we should go now." Germany heads for the stairs. Feliciano marches behind. As Austria begins to turn,he spies something familiar. A bright orange flower,laying lonely across the wide room. Roderich compulsively walks to it and picks it up delicately. His heart thuds. It was Hungary's. It had to be. There was no flower that was prettier.
As Germany begins up the few steps,he turns to see Austria and frowns,"Austria? Is something wrong?"
Roderich doesn't hear. His mind is racing with all of the different reasons why the flower would just be laying here. But she wasn't down here...or at least,not as they searched. Italy's hand on his shoulder brings Austria back to reality.
"Mr.Austria?" Italy's amber eyes have opened now.
"Hm? What is it Italy?"
"Should I be asking you that? You seem so sad and worried. Why is that?"
Roderich blinks,wondering how Italy sounds so...mature.
"I'm worried about Hungary...She said that was going to make sure Prussia got out safely before she ran away during the first attack. I haven't seen her since..."
"Ms.Hungary is big and strong! She will be fine!" Italy closes his eyes and smiles.
"Italy is right. I doubt Hungary would lose in a fight." Germany adds.
Roderich smiles faintly,"You're right. She is strong."
"Yeah! So is Prussia!"
"And if they where together,then that shrinks the chances of them dying. No matter their rivalry,Prussia would never just sit by and watch someone he knew die. I doubt Hungary had the heart either."
"...Yes...It was foolish of me to doubt those two...Thank you."
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The second floor.
Many nations lay dead. More than once,you've wanted to just turn and walk away,but your strong sense of justice over powered your fear and you continued onward with Switzerland and Sealand,case in hands. You couldn't tell Switzerland's feelings on the matter. He was definitely quieter and more aware. It was almost...a cold personality.
Sealand was quiet,too,as if he sensed the danger. Occasionally,he'd twirl the metal rod and Vash would whip around,gun drawn; and once Vash saw it was just Peter,he'd give him a hard look before continuing on. After the third time,Sealand decided to knock it off.
The corridors of the second floor are a little wider than the first floor,making it easier to walk past the deceased without disturbing their abrupt and internal sleep. Then there was the case. Still,you say nothing,but it has gained even more weight since the beginning of this expedition. It was a solid five pounds. The increase was evident, but your curiosity wasn't. Secretly,you wanted to open the slick,black case you've been toting around under Switzerland's rule. You wanted to know why it was getting heavier. But,because of your sense of justice,you kicked aside your curiosity and stayed loyal to the case. You wouldn't even touch the combination unless Switzerland told you to. And before long,you decided that the dream you had was linked to the case somehow.
"I guess there's no one left." Vash says warily and he walks down the hall.
"But where are the zombies?" Sealand cautiously steps over a pile of intestines.
"I haven't the slightest clue."
You frown,"What if the Zombie!s are planning an ambush?"
"That's possible. So that's all the more reason to take precaution,right?"
"We can take on all of those half-dead bums on!" Sealand taunts to the open air,seeming to be challenging walls. Before you can advise him to pipe down,a lot of racket comes from the ceiling. Immediately putting you on defense. Vash steps back,gun aimed.
"What is that...?" Peter whispers.
"It might be those zombies you where taunting..."
"Or the walls are angry." You add lightly. If Switzerland caught the joke,he didn't smile. Ahead,the vent covering crashes to the ground,sending up a ringing sound through out the 2nd floor. Metal against tile was not pleasure to the ears,especially in this kind of silence. Voices follow,"I'll go first!"

  First comes Antonio,falling on his stomach from the ceiling-however that worked-then comes Lovino,crashing on top of Spain and Gilbert who follows,landing expertly on his two feet without flaw. Your party stares in amazement. Prussia is too busy laughing at Spain and Romano to notice.
"Get off of your boss!"
"You think I want my ass on your back!?" Romano howls. Prussia wipes a tear of amusement from his left eye and then notices Team Neutral,waiting patiently.
"Switzerland?(Name)?...Uh...That kid who I don't remember?"
Peter groans,"S-E-A-L-A-N-D."
"I knew that!Kese."
"I'm guessing you all are unharmed?" Switzerland nods to Spain and Romano.
"Yep! We're o.k!" Spain dusts himself off. It takes a second before the surrounding area registers in Team Bad Touch Two and A Half [See that joke I made there?Alright,not funny] minds. Romano shrieks and stumbles towards Spain away from a liver and stomach. Prussia's eyes swiftly scope the scene,then fall on to Switzerland's eyes.
"Where's West?"
"Searching for any survivors with Italy and Austria. He's unharmed."
Gilbert takes a deep sigh of relief. "Good...Anyone else alive?"
"From what we know,Russia,England and America,then the three of us and the three of you."
"I see..." Prussia's voice trails off.
"Is Veneziano alright?" asks a careful Romano that is watching his every step while staying close to Spain.
"You bet!" Sealand twirls the rod. Briskly,Prussia walks past your party and kneels next to one of the fallen.
Even in death,the Hungarian woman was still beautiful.
She slouched against the opposing wall.Surprisingly,she remained untouched,in a way. She was bloody,yet she had no visible wounds of her own. However,she was cold,she didn't breathe,she was still. You stand next to Prussia,feeling guilty for not even realizing one of your best friends laid dead a few feet away. After seeing so many faces,you stopped looking at the bodies.
Slowly,one of his gloved hands reach out and rest on Hungary's sleeping face. He gently pushes the hair from her face,wondering how she was claimed to have been eaten. Did those Zombie!s know that he was listening? Was it a ploy to scare him? Gilbert gently presses his lips against Elizabeth's. It's quick and sweet,but full of sorrow and regret. As he pulls away,a tear rolls down his cheek. Prussia silently pulls her body forward to lay her down in a respectful manner,and then he discovered it.
From the front,she seemed absolutely normal,but the backside was where the damage was done. Prussia feels his rage spike,but he continues,until Hungary was laid on her back completely,arms folded across her stomach. It was at that moment that you felt yourself fall into a fit of tears. The loss of so many has put your Sorrow Capacity at it's maximum and you aren't too sure what will happen if it over fills. Gilbert sadly looks up at you. He knows no words to comfort you. Germany never came to him crying,nor had he ever needed to comfort anyone but himself in a state of loss. He was sure telling you that you're awesome wouldn't help you any.
Instead,it's Switzerland who wraps you up in a warm hug,telling you everything will be all right. You hug him back,holding to his words and hoping with everything you've got that things will turn out o.k.
Sealand glances at the faces in the room. He sees that Romano is standing still in one spot,eyes closed. Even in this situation,that was just funny.
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  And so,with the clock reading close to the one hour mark,your newly extended party starts back to the stairs that lead to the first floor. You have a dull headache and your eyes are puffy,but the feeling of Switzerland still lingers. The whole crew is absolutely silent with Sealand furthest ahead. Spain and Romano closest to him. Prussia is walking further behind Vash and yourself. You decided to just let him have his space. Who knows what Gilbert might do if he's angry?
So,as you literally take your first step of decent,a voice stops you. It's not Prussia,because he's now at your left with Vash to your right. The voice is small,yet familiar. You turn to face the voice,Switzerland doing the same,while Prussia looks over his shoulder.
"Oh! Ukraine!" you smile. It's her,right down to the color she was wearing earlier today.
She looks more shaken than hurt or wounded. In fact,she's not wounded at all.
"You...you are all human...right?" she asks quietly. Switzerland nods.
"Have you seen Russia? Is he alright?"
"Yes,Russia is safe. He's been worried about you." you walk over to her. "R-Really?" her eyes light up. It's easy to tell she's been crying...well,so have you.
"Yeah,"
"Great! We found Ukraine! Or...she found us!" Peter cheers enthusiastically.  
"It was probably your big mouth!" Romano spits. Sealand completely ignores this and goes about with his noisy ways.
"It's good to see you again,Ukraine." you say.
"I feel the same."