Hetalia Zombie Theatre Episode Two
Ratings: Mature
Warnings: use of human name, zombies and subtle(?) homosexuality
Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
First, two sisters deal with the zombies, each in a very different way. Then, Matthew informes Andres of his realtions (or lack there of) to Alfred. A certain albino get up close and personal with the gardener. Lastly, will this be then end for Herazles and Kiku? Find out on this weeks instalment of HETALIA ZOMBIE THEATRE.
Eduward was running for his life.
‘Stupid P.E. laps,’ he thought, panting heavily. He wished he could stop, but he knew that if he did, he’d have to deal with Miss. Hedervary. He did not want a repeat of what happened last time. He would have suddered at the thought, but he was too busy running.
He decided to just suck it up and run the laps, no matter how stupid or pointless he thought they were.
‘Hey, why did they stop?’ he wondered, starting at a group of still students. He was about to run closer to see what they were so infatuated with, (it had to be something good, no group of high school students would be that quiet and that still for this large amount of time if it wasn’t,) when his insides told at him to stop and run in the other direction as fast as he possibly could. Conflicted, he just stood there, taking this time to catch his breath.
Suddenly, the group snapped to life, grabbing those who had wandered too close, much like a hungry alligator would do to an ignorant fish, biting and tearing at them where ever they could.
Eduward couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it.
He was suddenly very happy that Mrs. Hedervery had made him run all those laps.
~
"Oh shi-" Toris jumped up just in time to avoid being knocked down by a large barrel rolling down the street. He didn’t ask why there was a barrel rolling down the street, he didn’t have time! He was late, very late.
‘Shit shit shit shit’ he thought again and again as he walked as quickly as he could towards his destination. Running would make him look more suspicious.
‘Why today of all days?’ he thought hopelessly. His demeanour brightened considerably when he spotted his destination in the distance not too far away.
‘I can make it!’ he thought joyfully, ‘I can make it!’ his joy was soon crushed when he saw that he still had several blocks to go.
‘I never noticed how huge the building was before...’
As he gazed upon the ever growing building, he found could suddenly see the sky.
‘What?’ he thought dazedly, ‘What happened to the building?’
"Ohmigod!" he heard a strange voice call. In the next instant, his vision of the sky was blocked by a lovely person with short blonde hair, "Are you, like, ok?" the stranger asked, concern etched on her face. Toris found his ability to speak taken away from him.
~
All Kateryna wanted was to spend a nice day with her sister. One day away from her bother (much to his relief and her sister’s dismay), a day for just her and her dear (slightly insane) little sister.
‘Why can’t we ever have a nice day?’ she thought, tearing up. The unearthly groan of an undead man snapped her back into reality. She let out her own version of an unearthly scream and promptly hit the offending corpse with her large, light blue purse filled with university text books.
"Sister, are you alright?" Natalia asked, sneaking up behind the frazzled woman. Kateryna jumped.
"Natalia!" she sobbed, falling to her knees, "I think I killed someone!" Natalia shifted her gaze from the dead body to her frightened sister.
"It was already dead, no need to feel guilty." She comforted the woman coldly, using the bludgeoned corpse’s slightly dirty shirt to clean her knife.
‘Silly woman,’ she thought, looking back at her sister, ‘She shouldn’t feel guilty about something she had nothing to do with.’ She inspected her knife, ‘She was just defending herself.’
Her thoughts then turned to her beloved brother, was he ok?
‘I’m sure he is,’ she assured herself. Her brother was strong and could easily deal with a few measly corpses. She cut the corpse’s shirt into strips.
"We better get moving," Natalia offered her hand to her big sister, "More are sure to follow." The busty woman took the hand and stood up on her feet. Natalia then offered a clean strip from the shirt. Kateryna was a little hesitant at first, but then took the strip of cloth and wiped her tears away with her sister’s gift. Kateryna picked up her slightly bloody purse and the two went on their way.
~
‘Fuck, four-eyes, where the fuck are you?’ Glibert thought, wandering down the oversized hall, ‘Honestly, how does he do it? You need a fucking GPS to navigate this motherfucker.’
He glared at the paintings on the walls.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" he asked one of them. The painting continued to stare vacantly into the space in front of it. Gilbert grinned,
"Too taken aback by my awesomeness I see," he said, "I don’t blame you, I would be too." The painting again did nothing but stare. He grinned to himself and went on his way.
He was half way down the hall when he heard footsteps behind him.
‘Can’t be Roderich,’ he thought, continuing to walk, ‘The pompous asshole would have yelled at me to slow down by now...’. The foot steps were sluggish and uneven; defiantly not the Austrian’s.
He turned around. Standing there was the gardener, well, most of the gardener anyway. Gilbert found himself wondering how the gardener was still standing when she had so clearly lost far too much blood from that wound on her arm. She groaned and stumbled her way to him.
He realized that he was at a dead end.
‘Shit,’ he thought. He couldn’t hit a girl, even if it was a dead one. She opened her mouth and raised her arms as she neared him, ready to consume her pray. When she had him cornered, he held her arms back as she savagely bit at the air, hoping to bite his face. He was so busy trying not to get eaten by the dead girl that he failed to notice that another had joined them in the hall.
The newcomer snuck up behind the struggle, raised its arm up high then...
BAM
The former gardener suddenly stopped fighting him and fell forward; Gilbert pushed the dying dead girl away from himself,
"It's so hard to find good help these days," Roderich frowned shifting his gaze from his former gardener to the slightly dented frying pan in his hands. Gilbert grinned at him,
"You’ve been spending way too much time with Lizzy."
~
Matthew had no idea where to go or what to do next.
‘Being the hero is...was... Alfred’s thing,’ he thought, trying to think of a safe place for the Cuban and him to go.
"Ehh," the Cuban started, breaking the odd silence between the two, "We’re close to the gymnasium..." He turned bright red, "I have to get something from my locker." Matthew nodded; the gymnasium seemed like a good place to start...
"Lead the way, eh," Matthew said. The black man paused,
"You’re Canadian, aren’t you?"
"Am I not supposed to be?" The polite bully shook his head, and raised his hands up in defence,
"It’s not that, I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all." He rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled,
"Alfred sure as hell wasn’t." Matthew bit his lip, could he really tell a stranger...?
"Technically, we’re not related," Matthew stated, "We’re both adopted, he from America and myself from...Canada." He went on, "So is our little sister...and brother, though he isn’t technically adopted, he’s just a foster child. Then there’s..." Andrés’ eyes widened as he went on.
‘He...has a large family...’ he thought, picturing them, or at least trying too.
"Err," he felt the shorter blond tap him on the shoulder, "Are you alright?"
"Andrés," he informed, realizing just then that he had no idea what the adorable blonde’s name was, "My name is Andrés, and while it’s a little late for introductions, what’s yours?"
Matthew was taken aback; no one who had ever come after him looking for Alfred had asked him that before...
"M-Matthew, My name is Matthew." Andrés smirked,
"Matthew," the larger man purred, testing the name on his lips. Matthew blushed and looked at the ground.
"We, uh, better get moving," the frazzled blonde mumbled, Andrés nodded,
"Don’t want to stay in the same place for too long."
~
"Ludwig," Feliciano winced as the German’s grip on his wrist tightened. The German said nothing and continued to drag the smaller male though out random hallways.
"Ludwig!" Feliciano shouted, causing the frazzled German to stop, turn around and growl fearsomely,
"What is it?" The Italian flinched and gulped,
"I-I-I am sorry for what happened to your Grandfather." Ludwig’s icy eyes searched his own. He blinked and rubbed his eyes,
"What happened had nothing to do with you," he mumbled, trying to hide the fact that he was crying, "We’d probably be dead if he hadn’t warned us..."
He suddenly felt younger man’s thin arms wrap around him,
"It’s ok to cry." The dam broke.
~
"Um..." Kiku frowned as he stared at the mess in the courtyard. He looked up at Heracles, who was looking back at him. They were both very confused and worried. They suddenly heard a loud, heavy knocking on the old wooden door seperating them from the outside.
"You think it's...?" the Greek didn't need to finish his sentence. As soon as the words left his mouth, the things outside the door started to claw at the door insted of trying to open it. Kiku gulped.
"We should barricade the room." He said, wincing slightly when he saw the door buckle under the combined weight of the undead. They quickly set to work by dragging the heavy, wooden teacher's desk infront of the door.
"How long-" Kiku paused and winced at the force the former students were pushing against the door. They both could see that it wasn't going to hold for long.
"The vents," Kiku almost didn't hear the quiet man over the banging. Kiku followed his gaze to the ceiling.
'Could it...?' He wasn't at all familiar with the university ventilation system, but the banging reminded him that they didn't have that many options. He looked to his companion then back up at the vent.
He knew he would fit, but what about Heracles?
"Um," he tried to voice his concerns, but found he was too embarrassed too. Heracles smiled lazily.
"Don't worry, I'll fit." he assured the blushing man as he stood up on a desk directly under the desired vent and interlocked his fingers together.
Warnings: use of human name, zombies and subtle(?) homosexuality
Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
First, two sisters deal with the zombies, each in a very different way. Then, Matthew informes Andres of his realtions (or lack there of) to Alfred. A certain albino get up close and personal with the gardener. Lastly, will this be then end for Herazles and Kiku? Find out on this weeks instalment of HETALIA ZOMBIE THEATRE.
Eduward was running for his life.
‘Stupid P.E. laps,’ he thought, panting heavily. He wished he could stop, but he knew that if he did, he’d have to deal with Miss. Hedervary. He did not want a repeat of what happened last time. He would have suddered at the thought, but he was too busy running.
He decided to just suck it up and run the laps, no matter how stupid or pointless he thought they were.
‘Hey, why did they stop?’ he wondered, starting at a group of still students. He was about to run closer to see what they were so infatuated with, (it had to be something good, no group of high school students would be that quiet and that still for this large amount of time if it wasn’t,) when his insides told at him to stop and run in the other direction as fast as he possibly could. Conflicted, he just stood there, taking this time to catch his breath.
Suddenly, the group snapped to life, grabbing those who had wandered too close, much like a hungry alligator would do to an ignorant fish, biting and tearing at them where ever they could.
Eduward couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it.
He was suddenly very happy that Mrs. Hedervery had made him run all those laps.
~
"Oh shi-" Toris jumped up just in time to avoid being knocked down by a large barrel rolling down the street. He didn’t ask why there was a barrel rolling down the street, he didn’t have time! He was late, very late.
‘Shit shit shit shit’ he thought again and again as he walked as quickly as he could towards his destination. Running would make him look more suspicious.
‘Why today of all days?’ he thought hopelessly. His demeanour brightened considerably when he spotted his destination in the distance not too far away.
‘I can make it!’ he thought joyfully, ‘I can make it!’ his joy was soon crushed when he saw that he still had several blocks to go.
‘I never noticed how huge the building was before...’
As he gazed upon the ever growing building, he found could suddenly see the sky.
‘What?’ he thought dazedly, ‘What happened to the building?’
"Ohmigod!" he heard a strange voice call. In the next instant, his vision of the sky was blocked by a lovely person with short blonde hair, "Are you, like, ok?" the stranger asked, concern etched on her face. Toris found his ability to speak taken away from him.
~
All Kateryna wanted was to spend a nice day with her sister. One day away from her bother (much to his relief and her sister’s dismay), a day for just her and her dear (slightly insane) little sister.
‘Why can’t we ever have a nice day?’ she thought, tearing up. The unearthly groan of an undead man snapped her back into reality. She let out her own version of an unearthly scream and promptly hit the offending corpse with her large, light blue purse filled with university text books.
"Sister, are you alright?" Natalia asked, sneaking up behind the frazzled woman. Kateryna jumped.
"Natalia!" she sobbed, falling to her knees, "I think I killed someone!" Natalia shifted her gaze from the dead body to her frightened sister.
"It was already dead, no need to feel guilty." She comforted the woman coldly, using the bludgeoned corpse’s slightly dirty shirt to clean her knife.
‘Silly woman,’ she thought, looking back at her sister, ‘She shouldn’t feel guilty about something she had nothing to do with.’ She inspected her knife, ‘She was just defending herself.’
Her thoughts then turned to her beloved brother, was he ok?
‘I’m sure he is,’ she assured herself. Her brother was strong and could easily deal with a few measly corpses. She cut the corpse’s shirt into strips.
"We better get moving," Natalia offered her hand to her big sister, "More are sure to follow." The busty woman took the hand and stood up on her feet. Natalia then offered a clean strip from the shirt. Kateryna was a little hesitant at first, but then took the strip of cloth and wiped her tears away with her sister’s gift. Kateryna picked up her slightly bloody purse and the two went on their way.
~
‘Fuck, four-eyes, where the fuck are you?’ Glibert thought, wandering down the oversized hall, ‘Honestly, how does he do it? You need a fucking GPS to navigate this motherfucker.’
He glared at the paintings on the walls.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" he asked one of them. The painting continued to stare vacantly into the space in front of it. Gilbert grinned,
"Too taken aback by my awesomeness I see," he said, "I don’t blame you, I would be too." The painting again did nothing but stare. He grinned to himself and went on his way.
He was half way down the hall when he heard footsteps behind him.
‘Can’t be Roderich,’ he thought, continuing to walk, ‘The pompous asshole would have yelled at me to slow down by now...’. The foot steps were sluggish and uneven; defiantly not the Austrian’s.
He turned around. Standing there was the gardener, well, most of the gardener anyway. Gilbert found himself wondering how the gardener was still standing when she had so clearly lost far too much blood from that wound on her arm. She groaned and stumbled her way to him.
He realized that he was at a dead end.
‘Shit,’ he thought. He couldn’t hit a girl, even if it was a dead one. She opened her mouth and raised her arms as she neared him, ready to consume her pray. When she had him cornered, he held her arms back as she savagely bit at the air, hoping to bite his face. He was so busy trying not to get eaten by the dead girl that he failed to notice that another had joined them in the hall.
The newcomer snuck up behind the struggle, raised its arm up high then...
BAM
The former gardener suddenly stopped fighting him and fell forward; Gilbert pushed the dying dead girl away from himself,
"It's so hard to find good help these days," Roderich frowned shifting his gaze from his former gardener to the slightly dented frying pan in his hands. Gilbert grinned at him,
"You’ve been spending way too much time with Lizzy."
~
Matthew had no idea where to go or what to do next.
‘Being the hero is...was... Alfred’s thing,’ he thought, trying to think of a safe place for the Cuban and him to go.
"Ehh," the Cuban started, breaking the odd silence between the two, "We’re close to the gymnasium..." He turned bright red, "I have to get something from my locker." Matthew nodded; the gymnasium seemed like a good place to start...
"Lead the way, eh," Matthew said. The black man paused,
"You’re Canadian, aren’t you?"
"Am I not supposed to be?" The polite bully shook his head, and raised his hands up in defence,
"It’s not that, I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all." He rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled,
"Alfred sure as hell wasn’t." Matthew bit his lip, could he really tell a stranger...?
"Technically, we’re not related," Matthew stated, "We’re both adopted, he from America and myself from...Canada." He went on, "So is our little sister...and brother, though he isn’t technically adopted, he’s just a foster child. Then there’s..." Andrés’ eyes widened as he went on.
‘He...has a large family...’ he thought, picturing them, or at least trying too.
"Err," he felt the shorter blond tap him on the shoulder, "Are you alright?"
"Andrés," he informed, realizing just then that he had no idea what the adorable blonde’s name was, "My name is Andrés, and while it’s a little late for introductions, what’s yours?"
Matthew was taken aback; no one who had ever come after him looking for Alfred had asked him that before...
"M-Matthew, My name is Matthew." Andrés smirked,
"Matthew," the larger man purred, testing the name on his lips. Matthew blushed and looked at the ground.
"We, uh, better get moving," the frazzled blonde mumbled, Andrés nodded,
"Don’t want to stay in the same place for too long."
~
"Ludwig," Feliciano winced as the German’s grip on his wrist tightened. The German said nothing and continued to drag the smaller male though out random hallways.
"Ludwig!" Feliciano shouted, causing the frazzled German to stop, turn around and growl fearsomely,
"What is it?" The Italian flinched and gulped,
"I-I-I am sorry for what happened to your Grandfather." Ludwig’s icy eyes searched his own. He blinked and rubbed his eyes,
"What happened had nothing to do with you," he mumbled, trying to hide the fact that he was crying, "We’d probably be dead if he hadn’t warned us..."
He suddenly felt younger man’s thin arms wrap around him,
"It’s ok to cry." The dam broke.
~
"Um..." Kiku frowned as he stared at the mess in the courtyard. He looked up at Heracles, who was looking back at him. They were both very confused and worried. They suddenly heard a loud, heavy knocking on the old wooden door seperating them from the outside.
"You think it's...?" the Greek didn't need to finish his sentence. As soon as the words left his mouth, the things outside the door started to claw at the door insted of trying to open it. Kiku gulped.
"We should barricade the room." He said, wincing slightly when he saw the door buckle under the combined weight of the undead. They quickly set to work by dragging the heavy, wooden teacher's desk infront of the door.
"How long-" Kiku paused and winced at the force the former students were pushing against the door. They both could see that it wasn't going to hold for long.
"The vents," Kiku almost didn't hear the quiet man over the banging. Kiku followed his gaze to the ceiling.
'Could it...?' He wasn't at all familiar with the university ventilation system, but the banging reminded him that they didn't have that many options. He looked to his companion then back up at the vent.
He knew he would fit, but what about Heracles?
"Um," he tried to voice his concerns, but found he was too embarrassed too. Heracles smiled lazily.
"Don't worry, I'll fit." he assured the blushing man as he stood up on a desk directly under the desired vent and interlocked his fingers together.