Yes I Am a Loser for Being on the Computer on Xmas Day...

But I am so BORED.

I'm looking after my sister while my parents are preparing the lunch.

She's got this annoying as hell toy that you just CAN'T keep away from her.

And she keeps trying to shove me off the bed.

So here's a [sort of but you probably won't get anything unless you're Dove] present for you, some writing I did last night while thinking about the awesomeness that is Zombieland.

Basically a Alternate Universe of Hetalia in Zombieland.

Warning: Swearing and Gore+Zombies ahead.

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Nnnh... it nnnhed, lumbering towards its prey, thinking its usual thought pattern. Food... nnnh...meat...nnnh...flesh...nnnh...BRAINS.

Its bloodied hands stretched towards its would-be lunch, about to grasp it by the arm, to wrench it so the food would scream but then quieten to shock as the zombie would then sinks its yellowed teeth into the rest of the body, savouring the warm coppery taste of-

Click.

The zombie paused for a moment, confused by the sudden noise, when its prey turned around, holding a big black shiny thing. A big black shiny, DANGEROUS thing.

Chk Chk.

Unfortunately for this wannabe-killer/zombie, it was to become kill number 492 for a certain person. A certain person with a double-barrelled shotgun.

A certain person by the name of America Fucking Jones.

With a smirk and raised eyebrow, the prey turned to the hunter, raised his gun, and blew its brains out.

Just like that.