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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      America_(Hetalia)/South_Italy_(Hetalia), America_(Hetalia)/England_
      (Hetalia), Canada_(Hetalia)/Prussia_(Hetalia)
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      America_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), South_Italy_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers),
      England_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Germany_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), North
      Italy_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Prussia_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Canada_
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      Published: 2014-12-06 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1426
****** Unhinged Complications ******
by BittenTogether
Summary
     In a world ruined with the only things that once kept it going,
     Alfred faces problems he never had to before.. Along the way he comes
     across extreme challenges and throw backs, will he make it through?
Notes
     This is my first fan fiction, so please go easy on me, although all
     constructive criticism is welcomed.
                                647 Days After.
The bitter cold had travelled throughout the whole of his body, reaching every
dead end there possibly is.. His fingers, his toes, his nose. Everything felt
numb as he wrapped the scrawny coat further around his emaciated figure. He had
to use every last bit of his hope to push further through the abnormal cold
gushes of snowy wind, the snow flakes no longer felt delicate, they felt like
they were slicing through his soft gentle skin the more he pushed through. He
began to feel as if this whole trip was... some what pointless, after he had
suffered so much pain.. He wanted to collapse onto the floor and give up, take
away all of the torment he possessed in his heart. Alfred clutched his coat so
hard that whiteness from the pressure dominated the throbbing redness from the
blistering cold. His lips were a tender shade of powdery blue, every inch of
his face seemed to be frozen, he could hardly scan the surroundings with his
cerulean blue eyes because petite snowflakes invaded the space on top of his
eyelashes and gently dropped down onto his rosy red cheeks. He breathed out
slowly when he saw the blurry dull figure staggering towards him up ahead.
Without hesitating he sprinted towards it and pulled his meagre sized dagger
out and pierced the inadequate creature in the side of it's skull, it dropped
lifelessly into the snow; Alfred stared longingly at the blue and black knitted
scarf around it's neck.. He needed something that would warm him up and the
scarf looked just like it would do the job. He looted the scarf and began
walking again, he'd need a place to stay the night, which was quite an
intruding thought as he made his way through the groggy streets of Camden.
You'd think this place would be packed with the filthy rotten creatures. But
they weren't.. as soon as the infection broke out, everyone had crammed their
way into the country side, that's where they were all situated right now, where
you really didn't want to be. It was kind of ironic that a neighbourhood known
for its exuberant markets and colourful night life was so still.. Halcyon and
hushed. Alfred saw a familiar looking place ahead, he made his way over to look
at it, taking out his knife he slowly opened the door.
Inside the place, it was serene.. but Alfred knew nothing other than the fact
the silence was often the devils disguise. Silence is not to be trusted, it is
to be murdered. He banged loudly onto the wall of the average sized place,
Immediately, a rotter falls down the steps opposite him with a violent bang. He
frantically scrambles to it, grabbing a chair and restraining it to them
ground, once he has a tight grip he proceeds to puncture its skull with his
sharp blade. The rotter stops writhing and becomes defunct and motionless. He
takes the chair away and, like routine, he simply drags it outside by its legs.
He leaves it in the cold to rot, where it belongs and closes the door behind
him when he goes back inside, he barricades the door and the stairs with some
furniture and going ahead with breaking chairs for wood to start a fire.
Later, he is sat by the fire, warming up his body and almost drying his soggy
clothes, being beside the fire is currently his favourite place to be because
he is so tranquil and undisturbed... at least he believes he is until he hears
a crash from upstairs, and a creak of floorboards. Alfred frowns and gets up,
taking his torch from his bag and the knife from his pocket, he shines the
bright light up the stairs, only to see nothing. "Hello?" He asks, his tone
deep and husky. No response. 'Rotter.' He thinks, sighing, he climbs over his
barricade and slowly advances up the stairs, slightly jumping when he hears
another noise from the floor above. "Don't fucking hide from me.." He mutters,
biting his lip and turning the corner and shining the light down the corridor,
only to see a man, he was round about his age, with muddy blonde hair and a
fragile bony figure, he was alarmed when the light shone in his direction and
his arms flung up immediately.
"Please! Don't hurt me.." He begged, his accent definitely originating from
England.
"...Who are you?" Alfred asked wearily, holding his knife tightly by his side.
"I'm.. Arthur." He said, his voice smaller, probably due to intimidation.
"How did you get in here?!" Alfred demanded to know the answer to so many
questions but he was kind of happy to see another person alive.. alive and
well. He hadn't seen another person since.. since..
"I-I-I was... Already in here, I was just stuck in one of the rooms because
the... thing was blocking my way out." He explains.
"Well get out, I've set up camp here and it isn't big enough for the both of
us." He stated, no matter how much he longed company, he couldn't accept
another burden, he'd just drag him down and he didn't need that.
"Please.. It's dark out there.." Arthur whispered. "Just let me stay here for
tonight, this house is really big and I can stay up hear and we can just avoid
each other." Arthur pleaded, turning towards him, his eyes clearly watering.
"Don't make me go back out there." He begs. Alfred glares at him.

"How can I trust you, you literally snaked your way out of there, you didn't
even reply to my calls, how do I know you won't just rob me while I sleep?" He
sighs. Arthur frowns.
"Do I look like the type of person to want to rob you and run off into the
night time?" He sighs.
"You can't trust everyone you meet." He states.

                                 4 Days After.
Things were chaos. No one had seen it coming, the streets were ravaged with
beasts that could've only come from the deepest and darkest parts of hell. But
right now, Alfred was with Lovino, things were okay as they bundled up together
in Alfred's apartment.. Lovino suggested that it would be best to barricade the
door and find weapons just in case they got in, and when they did, they were
prepared, the door had been weak already and just as they were settling down,
some of them broke in and Alfred was faced head to head with the rotten
disgusting diseased creature... He didn't want to hurt it, no matter if they
were unholy monsters.. He couldn't kill something that once had a life.. that
has loved ones. He glanced over to Lovino who was pinned against the wall. It
made him angry, his heart pounded, if Lovino ever died, he wouldn't be able to
live, to go on.. So he did it... He pushed the creature backwards and it fell
onto the floor, Alfred stabbed the rotter in the chest but it didn't die.. It
still grabbed out for him and he was soon pulled towards the snapping teeth of
the creature. He screamed, stabbing it in the head and it stopped dead. He
quickly pushed himself off and ran to Lovino who was trying to get a rotter off
of him. Alfred pushed the rotter to the ground and then kicked it's head,
stabbing it. He angrily cried, it pained him to kill something, even if it was
for the best. Lovino just panted and looked at him. "Alfred.. are you okay?" He
asked. Alfred nodded and took Lovino's hand.
"We need to leave here Lovino." He says frantically, he wiped away his tears
while dragging him to the cupboards where he rummaged about for tinned food,
once he found it, he shoved the tins into a backpack and he found empty bottles
which he filled with water, Lovino did the same.
After the the two teenagers had packed their things up, they travelled out of
the apartments to the streets, they were fairly quite but he knew that they had
to find another place to hide soon because it got worse at night, which he had
observed throughout the last few nights in the apartment, as he used to watch
them out of the windows at night. Something about the night made the rotter's
comfortable. He was shivering, it wasn't exactly the warmest weather lately,
which unnerved him even more because he worried about Lovino's petite body
getting cold and weak.
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