I do not own Hetalia.

P.S. This chapter will be a Zombie Apocalypse AU! Yay!

"AMERICA! BEHIND YOU!" the blond man turned as he heard the warning, only to see a walking corpse bite into his shoulder, ripping his shirt and his flesh along with it. Grunting in pain, he bashed the zombie in the head best as he could, only to see England shoot it away instead. Once it was dead, England ran to America, who collapsed in pain while gripping the wound.

"America, are you ok? Come on, we have to get to a safe house and take care of this. Then we have to-"

"England…" England stopped talking when America spoke, shocked and scared at the fact that the injured man was speaking so weakly.

"England… you need to do it…" America coughed, the zombie's bite was making him weaker by the minute, and he knew he didn't have much time left.

England's eyes widened as he realized what America was saying, "No. No, no no! I won't do it! We can still make it, you can still make it." America shook his head.

"You have to, before I turn," America smiled painfully.

England shook his head in denial, "No America! We can still save you, we can still stop it!" tears were beginning to form in his eyes as he stared at his weak younger brother. England did not want America to die just yet.

"It's already spread too far by now," America panted, "You have to kill me."

"America please don't say that! We've already lost Canada, we've already lost France and the others, I don't want to lose you too!" tears fell down the elder nation's face and his voice cracked. He felt a weight in his hand and looked down to see America place a handgun in his grasp, America's favorite weapon. England looked up and saw that America had started crying too.

"America, you know I can't do this… you know I could never kill you-"

"Please." America cut him off again and gave him a bittersweet smile.

England tears continued to stream down his face as he hugged his brother, America doing the same. After a while, England laughed ruefully through his tears as he said, "And to think, it had always been your dream to survive a zombie apocalypse." America chuckled.

"Well, looks like you'll have to live that dream for me, big brother…"

England looked at America again, only to leap away when he saw that he was getting paler. America was confused, only to notice the change as well. Taking on a solemn expression, he nodded once to England. Still crying, England shakily raised the gun in his hand, aimed for America's forehead. "I-I'm sorry, America," he choked out. America only smiled once more, not needing to say anything.

A loud bang was heard afterwards, and all that was left was a dead America, and a sobbing England.

And there's America. Sorry if this one's too short, I didn't want to create a whole new fanfiction out of it (that is a good idea though...), so I tried to keep it from getting too long. Sorry if it isn't dramatic enough either. So, yeah. I'm still open for requests and suggestions! R&R please! Hope you enjoyed!