"Hey, bro, come check this out!" An eager blue eyed man turned and ran out of the dusty basements filled with jars and old worn out machinery.

I know this place…

"What did you find?" Another man made an appearance. "Have you been out?" The other responded with instead of answering the question. Setting down a large sack the long haired blonde reached into his pocket and pulled out a metal syringe. "found what you needed, sorry I couldn't find more there were a bunch out today."

How many times has it been now?

42?

"But, seriously America, what did you find?" America smiled and jumped in excitement the other stared in wonderment how his brother could stay in such a happy mood even during hard times. "I did it!" America pumped a fist in the air. "It's… I mean, she's awake!"

Not now I have to wake up

. . .

I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids. I waited for my blurry eyesight to adjust to the cold, yet bright room. Where was I? When I was about to life myself up from what seemed to be a bed a familiar voice came from beside me. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." I jumped at the sound. England was sitting beside the bed I was on. Was he there the whole time? I was honestly annoyed that he was there. Even so, I let myself fall back into the hard mattress. After seconds of silence England set down his book. What is he reading? This isn't the time to be reading! It's been like that with him ever since the world went to shit. It wasn't the yelling and bitching England anymore. It was the patient and quiet England now. I could tell he was ignoring the real problem but I didn't know why. "How are you feeling?" he asked his eyes full of concern. I don't like how he treats me now. Before he wouldn't hesitate to yell and bitch about how stupid I'm being, now he just sits there and smiles, listening to his music and reading the same book. I moved my arms in tiny circles I wasn't expecting any pain but my right shoulder felt like it's been snapped. "F-fuck…" I groaned. "What the hell?" I sat up ignoring the other parts of my body that were sore. I looked to my right arm the whole sleeve of my sweater has been ripped off and replaced with a thick lining of bandages. I stared at it memories flashing back- they were everywhere clawing and snapping their nasty teeth in every direction. I remember pushing, punching, stabbing my way through to get to Canada who was being attacked. Thank God I got there in time to save him…

Wait…

No I didn't.

"WHERE'S MATT?!" I jumped up only to stumble forward; England caught me and settled me back in the bed. "Careful there, we don't want you getting another injury do we?" He soothed. "Shut up, where is he?" I growled. I don't have time for this. England's gaze grew soft and he looked sad. "I saved him!" I yelled tears pooling in my eyes. "I DID, DIDN'T I?!" I screamed. I didn't know why I was still asking I knew the answer. He died in my arms, and then he died again. I heard it while I was wrapped in England's protective arms… Did he see him die again?

"Dammit." I put my head in my hands and began sobbing. Now I didn't care to stop Englands soft voice telling me it'll be okay I didn't stop when he was wiping away my tears. I let him again wrap his arms around me I didn't fight it I hugged him right back and we cried together.

. . .

"PRUSSIA!" A loud commanding voice snapped me out my trance, ever since the attack and death of Canada most of us stayed quiet besides my bro who was blabbing about war strategies usually I'd be joining in his tactics but not today. Today I know what I'm going to do. Today is the day I pack up my weapons and leave this sorry excuse of a team, they never have appreciated my awesome help. Without me they wouldn't have all these fuckin weapons. I wasn't sure when to leave since they all seemed pretty helpless and dysfunctional like always so I felt like I had an obligation to protect Italy and West but now, It's every man for themselves. I'm not planning on telling anyone I plan on waiting till they all go to sleep and let me do all the night guarding like always pack a couple of rifles and bows and blow this hag sack.

"Prussia, snap out of it amigo!" Spain hollered in my ear. I glared at him making sure that my red eyes strike fear in him but he smiled and nodded his head towards my brother who was still talking to me even though I wasn't paying attention

"-furthermore we are going to start having order in this place no more fooling around this was never a safe place and we were fools to believe it was." He gestured to the wooden cabin that was a whisper away from falling, it was so god damn fragile. Everybody nodded in agreement except for Italy who was never keen on leaving the cabin.

"But we made this our home, how can we leave?" He cried out. This caused an argument to break out France agreeing with Italy he didn't want to risk leaving this save hafen.

"This was never our home this is America's home it's his nasty mess and we should never have meddled in his business because look where we are now!" I roared my voice crackling and shaking the tension. West slowly turned his head towards me I could see the frustration and guilt in his icy blue eyes.

"We can't start putting the blame on someone that is counterproductive!" He growled his hands balling into fists, his knuckles whitening. I glared right back up at him. Red meeting Blue.

"I don't care what's productive or not someone has got to take charge now this isn't some god damn democracy anymore half of the people here have no common sense, I say we stop listening and start leading, how bout it brother?" I snickered knowing that he won't take charge I know he'll just crumble under the pressure and let me have all the pressure which I will make sure to lead to safety wherever it may be. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything a pair of footsteps where making their way down the hall.

"There'll be no rogues or dictatorship while I'm around." America chuckled his arm wrapped around England's shoulder keeping himself upright. His shoulder was in pretty bad shape but his leg also took some nasty injuries. Relief washed over the whole team knowing that America was alright and not infected seemed to ease our minds no matter how much this his fault. I myself couldn't help but smile his laugh was contagious as ever and like when he was young none of us could help but smile back. But my joy didn't last long when I met Germany's gaze he was still nervous and it made me sick.

Yes, it is my time to leave.

"America it seems like you are ready to take your rightful position as leader am I right?" Japan spoke his voice smooth and soft like ever.

"It seems so." America smiled his gaze falling towards the floor. England walked him over to the dusty couch with the flowery decorations. It made me sick everybody is so keen to let this arrogant baby have the leadership role was has he done besides get 40 people and his brother killed, how could we still trust him to lead us? Fucking insane, everybody here is just fucking crazy! I have to get out of here fast!

The sun slowly set and I proceeded to clean up the bodies that we left after the massacre can't risk any of these fuckers going super in the morning. I ignored Italy's pleas to come inside I have work to do can't he see that? Even if I leave tonight it would be pretty selfish of me to leave such a mess outside wouldn't it? I piled the bodies far away ready to burn.

"Wait!" I heard Americas frantic yell. He was covered in dirt probably out doing whatever americans do I figure he took a bath or something.

"What ya want?" I groaned my annoyance showing through.

"I made Canada a burial hole thing." He gestured with hands towards the wheat field. I gave him an unsure look. "Oh, come on he's been shot right in the head there's no chance he's coming back as a Crimson Head after that!" Crimson Head I guess we all have our special names for their super revival. I walked around the pile of bodies he followed after.

"There, take him." I said.

"Oh.." He murmured. Yeah he wasn't expecting his body to have been prepped of course we didn't have any embalming fluids or anything fancy but I made sure to make him look at least presentable for his funeral. I'm not heartless.

"I'll help you. Let me just take care of these first." I picked up the gas container and showered the bodies well made sure they were wetter than a motherfucker. I took out my lighter and set them ablaze. We stood and watched for a while admiring the fire before it started to smell.

"Ugh, gross, come on let's get Canada to his hole."

When we got to the wheat fields I was surprised at the sight. Everybody was there dressed in the most formal attire they could muster. Italy and Spain where already crying like babies, as we passed by they all bowed their heads down in respect. With a grunt we slowly lowered the body to the bottom of the hole one of us had to jump in first to settle it as comfortable as possible. I didn't understand that the dead needs no comfort. Comfort found them when Death found them. I felt my heart shatter to a million pieces as I looked down at Canada's sleeping face the hole in his forehead was a reminder of his attack on his brother.

"Mattie, I'm sorry." America sobbed kneeling to his knees and dropping a flower to his body.

Everyone bowed their heads once more and one by one dropped a flower down the hole.

"I-I know you told me to be strong b-but it was you damn it.. You were the strong one. Ever since Colorado you kept me in line I wasn't the leader, you were. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before It was stupid of me. The first time I had a thought of my own I got everyone killed but you weren't mad you just smiled and said 'be strong because who else is going to be that for you?' it was you Matt you were strong for the both of us, I was weak and pathetic then but now, just you watch wherever you are, just you fucking watch." His fingers digged into the dirt his face was covered in tears I thought the pansy was going to start crying again but he got right back up. He raised his arm gesturing to give him the shovel which I was holding I handed it to him.

"Everyone go to bed I'll take care of this."

I watched as everyone left and followed after Italy scampered his way to where Germany was. The sun was beginning to set zombies are usually out this time of night but it was deathly silent. god is throwing me a miracle because it's high time I get the fuck out of here.

Back at the cabin everyone was already in their corners, couches, rooms sleeping except for France who was in the kitchen he looked my way and gave me a worried look. I wouldn't for a second think he hasn't already got me figured out. We stared at each other for minute and I almost thought he was going to engage a conversation, but he didn't, he didn't even open his mouth, he just nodded and looked away. Not sure what pissed me off more, the fact that he knew my secret or the fact that he didn't even try to convince me to stay. It's like I'm not even needed here. Like I wasn't the one always watching their backs, like I'm not the one always cleaning up their messes after an attack. Fuck them then, fuck em all. They can just rot in this sorry excuse for a home for all I care. I felt like I was going to cry but I'm too manly for that. I climbed the stairs to the attic, AKA our arsenal, AKA my room, I won't need much for I didn't bring much. I'm also not going to take many weapons they need at least something to give them a fighting chance. It will be my parting gift. I grabbed my backpack from the lockers and began packing. Taking my rifle, my bow, and my hunting knife, and of course ammo and a couple of water bottles I had stashed up here. I needed to pack light, ALWAYS pack light! I don't need an extra change of clothes I can just scavenge some from… wherever I'm going. I strapped on my pack and took one last look at the place. The whole left wall was covered in knives and ammo, the right wall was dedicated to guns and all that cool exploding shit, grenades, dynamite, landmines, just practically every deadly thing I found while we made our way from D.C to this shitty town. I'm not gonna lie but yeah I'll miss this place.

I turned my back to the weaponry and opened the only window up here I wasn't going to risk going downstairs and running into someone. On the roof I looked up at the stars, it's been a while since I've been outside on the roof to admire the stars, but there's plenty of time for that later.

I jumped off the roof to a pile of hay so I wouldn't hurt myself of course being a nation and practically immortal jumping off a roof from the stature would not hurt but I could get a broken bone. I jumped out of the pile of hay, brushed myself off and walked. Never looking back.

oh frick! Sorry it took so damn long to update but I have lost inspiration for most of my stories and I lost touch with Hetalia for a while but don't worry I will try to post as much chapters for Outnumbered as far as my motivation and inspiration will take me.

~TimeWastedAway

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