A practice drabble piece on the Nordic 5 + Sealand. I honestly admit that I'm heavily influenced by Left 4 Dead, and there's also a part where I shamelessly took the idea that Finland names his sniper rifle from another fic on the kink meme that I really like. Obviously I don't own any of the characters, places, plot, etc. Hope this is still enjoyable to read and laugh at ^^

Nordics Survival Guide for Zombie Apocalypse

Day one

It was pretty much the most obvious choice at that time.

They were having their monthly family dinner in Stockholm when it happened.

They swore that they were going to kick some serious zombie asses while making an IKEA store as their defensive headquarter.

Sweden had never looked happier.

Bang

One fell down before it even managed to put its filthy, rotting hands on the tall blue fence.

Bang

Another one fell down as its legs exploded.

Finland reloaded his beloved sniper rifle (Her name's Anja) and took another aim.

Bang

He could smell coffee. Specifically, a steaming mug of black coffee that was being offered by Iceland.

Bang

Last one before he took his half an hour break. The weather at the rooftop was pretty good that afternoon.

Anja 178 - zombies 0.

Iceland was in charge of the food rationing.

He scooped out the Swedish meatballs into plates.

The sauce came next.

Then the lingonberry jam.

And lastly, the potatoes.

He thanked the Gods and Goddesses again that they chose that particular IKEA store with the huge cafeteria.

Food stock available : 3 months for 5 grown up nations and 1 micro nation.

Denmark swung his newly cleaned and oiled heavy axe downward in a cruel arc, severing a zombie into two equal parts.

Sealand watched with awe written all over his face.

Sweden and Finland nodded with approval as Denmark taught the youngest of the lot how to stay alive.

Denmark's axe 513 - zombies 0.

Denmark forgot to secure the loading dock, the great fool.

Norway sighed loudly as he rolled the bandage tightly over Denmark's mangled arm. His axe had been snatched away at some point during the bloody skirmish that dawn.

The man was sobbing like a 5 years old whose candy had been stolen, Sweden had to offer him his great sword just to stop his bawling.

Well, they had to admit that watching Denmark bashing zombie hordes with IKEA food tray was entertaining enough.

Denmark's axe (MIA) 961 - zombies 1.
IKEA food tray 39 - zombies 2.

It had been one full month ever since the living deads invaded Northern Europe.

Norway and Iceland had finished their rounds of securing the premise for the day.

Sweden and Sealand managed to cook the boxed macaroni and cheese for dinner without a single glitch.

Denmark opened the bottles of Absolut from the store to celebrate.

Finland wished they had a sauna.

It was time for a party, zombie apocalypse or not.

They finished nailing the last plank to their longboat today.

Zombies couldn't swim, right?

Longboat loaded with supplies, they set out.

Sweden shed his manly tears as their home for the past two months grew smaller and disappeared on the horizon.

Finland grasped his hand in his, Denmark patted his shoulder.

Sealand and Iceland were excited to be out in the open ocean, they didn't give a damn.

Norway asked aloud whether England had an IKEA branch.

Sweden smiled his scary smile.