Stealthily, to the Capital! [America]

[Japan]

((Note: This takes place a little after Japan has settled in, and after he is more aware of what is available in the lab. ))

Japan scanned the rooftop, looking for any sign of his fellow nations. He did not want to waste time explaining to anyone what he was doing. Frankly, he did not have the time to waste. He sighed noiselessly upon seeing no one, inwardly thanking his luck that the other nations seemed content to be indoors at that hour.

He would have told them, even asked them for help, but he already felt guilty for his late arrival and wanted to do something, anything to help their situation. The warehouse itself was wonderfully furnished, housing almost everything they needed. But the reality of the situation was that it would only be safe for so long, and with only three scientists working on weapons and cures (and fewer medics), their chances of survival rested solely on the fighting abilities of the nations. If he could give them an edge, something unexpected or new that could turn the tides in their favor, then he was willing to do it.

One of the nations had mentioned the old abandoned capital, a location that supposedly held remnants of technology among the rubble. He came to a decision then--he would go out in secret to the capital and procure all of the supplies he could. He doubted his fellow nations would approve; they probably would have insisted he brought others with him, which to him proved more of a burden due to personality differences than anything. Besides, a stealth mission would have greater success than a bombing mission and would attract far less attention, allowing him to focus more on the supplies and less on fighting his way through hordes of the undead.

The wind tugged on his hair, taunting him to begin as it carried the scent of the forest to him. He shivered in the slight chill, closing his eyes for a moment to realign his thoughts with his mission. He mentally ran through a checklist of his supplies; he could not afford to forget anything.

'Weapons...check.'

His katana had been cleaned and sharpened, and the pistol checked and placed within easy reach. The extra bullets were muffled by a cloth, and he had practiced loading the thing several times until he could do it almost as quickly as he could draw his blade.

'Medical kit...check'

He had taken nothing from the warehouse, instead relying on supplies he had brought with him. He turned over everything to the clinic his boss had requested, but he refused to part with the medical kit he had prepared by hand. Besides holding sentiment, the small bag housed plants and pills that were...not necessarily commonplace remedies.

'Food and water...check.'

A small box with mostly dry things save for the lone bottle. He knew nothing he came across would be safe, and asking for purification tablets would only peak the curiosity of the other nations as to why he needed them. They could serve others better; he had survived far worse than being thirsty, after all.

'Emergency...provisions....check.'

The small pill bottle rested against his hip, though he hoped he would never have to resort to using it unless in the near vicinity of his fellow nations. He would hopefully be able to better rely on his other provisions of pellet-shaped pills made of bitter herbs and other more natural cringe-worthy additives.

'Flashlight and extra batteries...check.'

No invention or substitute could replace the compact light and its power, and Japan wouldn't be caught without one...though he wasn't really planning on being caught at all.

He shouldered his pack, careful to secure it and to not jostle any of its contents. The bag held almost nothing, though if his mission was successful he would return with it filled. He would be able to move through the forest with no difficulty on both trips, the straps designed to distribute the weight equally. He reasoned that he could explain his finds to his fellow nations after he returned.

He reached and brushed his fingers lightly over the hilt of his katana, the familiar weapon easing some of his nerves about his mission. He did not doubt it would be perilous, but the necessity for supplies and for success in aiding his fellow nations far outweighed any anxieties he felt over the potential loss of his own life. Taking a deep breath of the crisp air, he exhaled slowly, watching his breath curl away in tendrils into the night. He turned to the ladder, intent on beginning his mission.

[America]

Boredom had a lot to do with most of the decisions that America made. He wasn't one for sitting around doing absolutely nothing. No, he wanted to get up and move some, get up and actually help with something. However, there wasn't much to do. No one was requiring him for patrol, zombies hadn't been spotted in a day or two, and there weren't too many nations around the warehouse that could take time out of their busy schedules to entertain him. Even Japan was too busy getting familiar with everything to sit down and play a few video games with him.

Speaking of which, where had Japan gone off to?

America had seen him moving towards the door that led to the roof, but he hadn't seen the need to go off chasing him. He supposed it was for patrol duty, considering he had a few supplies with him. After yawning and falling over on his bed, America narrowed his eyes. Actually, Japan was a scientist or medic or something, wasn't he? They didn't send scientists or medics out to patrol for zombies, unless England decided to change the rules on him for no good reason.

Which he probably didn't, which led America to believe that Japan was doing something other that patrolling. Rising from his bed (and wondering why he even fell onto it in the first place if he was just going to get right back up again), the young country scratched at his neck, trying to make a quick decision.

He was bored. That was a fact. He was bored and lazy and really just wanted something to do today. He trusted Japan, though. Japan was one of the few nations America knew always kept a level mind about everything. There must be a very good reason for the Asian country to be out on the roof with all sorts of stuff at his disposal.

And, in case it has failed to have been mentioned, America was bored. So very bored. He wouldn't mind checking on his good buddy, if only to relieve the constant state of boredom that wouldn't release him.

Acting silently so as to not alert Japan to his presence (that and he decided he thought it'd be fun to try being a ninja for a few minutes), America made his way to the door that led to the roof, happy that he was actually going to find something to cure him of his boredom.

And that something was Japan, who was usually a really fun guy.

Without much hesitation, America exited the warmth of the warehouse, not entirely prepared for the sudden blast of freezing air that hit him, grasping at his whole body with icy hands. Geez, he really hoped it wasn't this cold when he had to actually come back here and patrol.

”Hey, Japan,” America greeted, remembering to keep his voice down in case zombies were somewhere near by. Last thing he wanted was to engage the undead in another fight. There would be time for that later, just not now, not when all he wanted to do was have a little fun, a little adventure. And, by the looks of Japan's supplies, this was most certainly going to be an adventure.

”Where are you going with all that?” He didn't ignore the determination in Japan's face nor the body position. The smaller nation was obviously ready to leave the safety and comfort of the warehouse. He was looking at the ladder, of course he was getting ready to leave. Why, America wasn't sure, but he wished he had gotten the memo. Japan had only just come, but what if he was going back to his home country?

Nuh-uh. Not on America's watch.

[Japan]

Japan was so lost in his thoughts that the door to the warehouse opening and closing did not even cross his awareness. It was only America's voice, softer than usual but unmistakable, that broke through his concentration. He stiffened momentarily at the greeting, frozen as if caught doing something forbidden. Part of him wanted to make a break for the ladder, but the part of him that desired to show respect to his friend kept him rooted to the spot. 'I was sure that America-kun was not on patrol tonight. How did he know that I would be here?'

He quickly relaxed his shoulders, his facial expression melting into a polite half smile. His eyes remained void of the surprise he felt, unless one looked very hard. Instead, they settled, the determined look washing into their usual neutral state. He had learned long ago that looking guilty made others suspicious, and so he did his best to wipe all traces of it from his body language. Once he was sure he had succeeded, he turned to face America. He removed his hand from his katana, not wanting the other nation to mistake his turning as a potential threat.

'Perhaps America-kun simply could not sleep and therefore does not know my true mission. I could try to convince him that I am simply practicing for the future, in case I am deployed on missions.' The latter was partially true, though his practicing would extend to actually leaving to fulfill his mission of exploring the capital. He could only hope that his explanation would satisfy America's curiosity.

"Good evening, America-kun. I was simply preparing for the future. It would not be good if I was not prepared for a mission. I am sorry if I have disturbed you...it is late, after all." He bowed slightly to the other, slipping easily back into his polite, quiet shell, where each gesture held more than one meaning to those who were able to decipher him.

He resisted the urge once again to simply excuse himself and leave, wanting to give his long time friend the conversation he seemed to want. He had not been able to spend any time with America since his arrival, though his timing was currently not the greatest one. Though, he had to admit America rarely worried about timing, if his rather spontaneous phone calls or visits were any indication.

[America]

Despite Japan's fairly reasonable explanation, America still found himself a bit confused. Couldn't Japan be 'preparing for the future' in the mornings or afternoons when there was a less likely chance of zombie attacks? Granted, the zombies could come at any time they pleased, but during the night, it was more difficult to see the undead creatures. Maybe Japan just has excellent eyesight. Or, maybe this could be the only time he would be free to do...this. He is a scientist, after all, so he's probably real busy most of the time.

Nodding slowly, America stepped forward, glancing out over the roof and at the land, the land that held so many possibilities of death and despair. “You didn't disturb me,” he said, giving Japan a quick grin. “I was bored, actually, and I didn't feel like going to sleep.” He shrugged, then gave a glance to the materials that Japan had. Far too many to simply go out and 'prepare for the future', America thought. And, being the overly curious nation that he was, he wanted to know exactly what Japan was preparing for. Surely this wasn't like a drill, was it?

“What do you mean by 'preparing for the future', anyway?” America asked, now fully facing Japan and keeping his eyes off the landscape. No matter how alert he felt he needed to be out here, he was certain he'd hear the zombies if they approached. It wasn't like some random nation would go around moaning and pretending to be a zombie- not only was that highly unlikely, it would also be considered rude and stupid. Besides, he was more concerned over what it was exactly that Japan was planning on doing. “If you wanted to go out there-” America pointed out over the roof. “I'd think again. It's dangerous, especially at night and especially without a buddy by your side.”

[Japan]

Japan's expression showed relief for a moment before flickering back to unreadable. America's words put his worries at ease. It was obvious that the other nation did not know his true motives, and he had indeed been quiet enough not to disturb anyone save for those already awake. He frowned in sympathy; he would be bored too if he had been cooped up in the warehouse also. He had some manga with him, and his home promised to send more, but that could only be entertaining for so long. And it would be too ironic to be playing one of his usual video games with America, ones filled with war or monsters that would just give them both nightmares in reality. He wasn't scared, but when video games came too close to reality in a negative way it was usually a sign that one needed to get out of their home.

He followed America's line of sight to his materials, then met his gaze politely. He used that moment to search the blond, trying to decipher the change that had taken place in his friend. This was a side of America he had seen before, the change for war all the more noticeable in the cheerful blond. Japan had both the fortune and misfortune to see America on both sides, as a determined ally or as a force to be reckoned with. Tonight he bore witness to the former, as he commented on the dangers of the night and the need for numbers. Japan bit back an immediate reply, the sharp 'no' too harsh a word to be uttered to such an honored friend.

"America-kun..." He began, the wind sending shivers through him like a bad omen. "I am preparing for the future. By that, I mean that I intend to do all that I can to assist you and the other nations. Unfortunately, this is not entirely possible with the materials we possess. I have seen the lab, and have familiarized myself with the current state of our living quarters and our ammunition supplies. While it is not my place to tell the Minutemen, Scouts, and Snipers how to conserve resources, I fear that we will become too relaxed and eventually exhaust our supplies.

"That is why I cannot sit idly by and wait for a mission to occur. A large-scale mission will also exhaust more supplies more quickly. There is also the matter of this warehouse. We are all together, in one place. If we have not already attracted the undead, it is not inconceivable that we will not. I have only the little encounter from my first night here, as well as research for video games. I know that these two things are fairly unrelated, but if any of what I have witnessed has any truth then I fear more for the others and feel the need to act more quickly.

"I am more comfortable working with technology than the biological side of this warfare. Therefore, our technology is in serious need of upgrading or simplifying. I have been thinking on this ever since my arrival here to the warehouse and have come to the decision that a run to the nearest abandoned city gives me the best chance of finding what we might need. I realize this is risky, but if we continue to stay in the warehouse I am not sure how well we will be able to accomplish our goals."

He stopped speaking, realizing that this the most he had spoken to the blond since even before the outbreak. They could never speak so much at meetings, and though they visited each other often they could not always find the time to simply sit down and catch up. They were also not the types to waste words, instead sitting together and 'talking' it out with the tapping of buttons. Japan kept his gaze fixed on America, waiting for his reply. Outwardly, he appeared patient, as if he was not truly in any hurry. Inwardly, he again debated whether simply excusing himself and leaving would have truly been better after all. America might tell the others now, and then more nations would have tried to tag along or stop him. Still, his respect for his friend kept him rooted to the spot, waiting patiently for whatever the blond had to say (or yell) at him.

[America]

Most of what Japan had said flew right over America's head, which was only to be expected. Japan's voice was soft and gentle and America found that it could easily lull people to sleep if need be. Obviously, though, America wasn't going to get sleepy when he was able to wrap his mind around some of the phrases that the Asian country had uttered and what significant meaning they had on life right now (something very deep, something America hadn't known he could easily comprehend in such a short amount of time).

Rubbing at his forehead, the younger country blinked. Basically, Japan was just making sure they'd be prepared, right? Well, that's what America gathered out of the little (long, actually, by Japan's standard speeches). Ready to say something that would truly rival what Japan said, that would be so utterly genius and make Japan realize the error of the journey that he was currently ready to embark on, America opened his mouth. "Oh." And that was all that came out. Pity, really, for America was certain he wanted- no, needed- to say more. He wasn't certain how to word it, though, so he simply put everything together and it came out as a two-lettered word. Oh.

Because, actually, how was he supposed to reply to that? Considering the determination in the smaller nation's eyes, America was positive that Japan wouldn't listen to him if he started lecturing. Either that, or he would bring up points that far surpassed whatever America had to say and would, once again, prove that he was highly intelligent and knew what he was doing. But it wasn't as if he was going to encourage whatever mission it was that Japan was about to face. He believed the other should stay right here in the warehouse. It wouldn't do them any good if they lost a scientist, and it wouldn't do anyone any good if they lost a friend and fellow nation.

Then there was, of course, the need for adventure that was nearly making America jump out over the roof himself. He would like to go off and explore some, find something that might help their cause, and shoot down as many zombies as he could while he was on it. He had already lost his initial fear of the undead creatures, though he did still find them utterly disgusting and a little bit creepy and highly undesirable. Nothing like they were in his video games he would play with Japan, where they would have health points and you'd simply had to shoot wherever and you always had an extra life.

"Well..." Quickly formulating a response, America finally was able to beam over at Japan, though he was uncertain if Japan could even see him smile, what with this darkness. "I would tell you to wait until morning, but I doubt you'd listen to me, so what I say before still stands- you need a buddy. Even in the daytime, you'd need a buddy, dude. So, duh, you'd need a buddy even more at night. It would only take me a quick second to grab my weapons. And I could leave a note explaining where we went, 'cause don't you think the others would go batshit or something if morning came and we were still missing?" He could name quite a few who would probably cry deeply if America wasn't around them for 24 hours. Okay, maybe one. Or...maybe that was just wistful thinking. It was more like 50 hours, but who was counting?

Realizing that he probably hadn't made himself clear before, what with his rambling, America winked at Japan. "What I meant to say is, I'm totally up for kicking some zombie ass and saving the world from certain peril."

[Japan]

((I am so terribly sorry for taking so long to respond to this Meri! D: I hope you can forgive me...and now that things have somewhat settled I'll try to respond more quickly!))

Japan waited patiently, even after America uttered a soft "Oh". He had known the blond long enough to realize that it took him awhile to process things. America was not a stupid nation, but he was young and, on occasions like this, his age showed. Japan did not hold it against him, or over his head (he might have, had they been in an argument), instead showing him patience and a willingness to listen to his friend. However, he also inwardly counted the minutes, wanting to be on his way as quickly as possible. The less time for someone like England to lecture them and insist they organize and complicate things, the better. Japan had nothing against England's choice in mission formation; normally he would have insisted on at least forming one well-balanced team for such an endeavor. But time and stealth were more likely to win them success in this case, and frankly Japan wasn't about to ask the more stealth-capable nations (aka, his 'siblings') for that sort of help.

He had nothing against them anymore, but his pride would have haunted him for eternity if he had stooped so low, in its opinion. Granted, his 'siblings' were mature enough not to tease him (too much) for it, but still, it was always better to be safe than sorry. And being a nation of immensely proud people, it was fairly easy to feel as though he was betraying it.

While America thought, Japan formulated a response. He mentally prepared arguments as to why it would be more beneficial for America to remain behind. Some were flattering, such as the need for both his charisma and strength around the warehouse. Others were slightly less than flattering, such as his inability to read the atmosphere or to adapt quickly to changes. Of course, Japan would never level such blunt accusations at his friend, though he might sneak them in among the other arguments should he need to stand his ground and insist on going alone.

And then, though he could barely see it, he knew America was beaming at him. Japan could just make out his silhouette now, but his stance spoke volumes. If Japan wasn't budging (and he wasn't, metaphorically speaking), than neither was America. And, while Japan was capable of many things for a small island nation, he was not entirely capable of saying no to America. And that meant that Japan had no choice but to let him come along, as well as leave a note explaining their whereabouts. 'England-san will not be pleased to know we left, but what can he do once we are gone but send more people after us? At least we will have a head start on them.'

And just from America's tone of voice (and knowing the nation so well), Japan knew he was being winked at, America was closing his case and sealing the deal, and in about two seconds he, the Nation of Japan, was going to tell America that he could go along despite his better judgement (and perhaps a genuine concern for his friend's safety). "...I understand, America-kun." He paused, carefully formulating his next statement.

"America-kun...I would not want to be the cause of worry for anyone. I would not wish for you to be the cause of worry for anyone either. I am afraid that I will not be able to keep up with you, or any of the other nations here at the warehouse, but especially you, America-kun. But to not allow you to accompany me would be rather narrow-minded, wouldn't it? And that is not a good element to have when we must all work together." He hoped he would not regret his decision, though part of him chastised himself for not having more faith in the young blond before him, who was grinning like a child who had just won a game.

He relaxed his own stance, indicating that while he was not entirely free from guilt or worry, he was at least accepting America's offer. His pride screamed traitor, but he ignored it. His pride wouldn't stop zombies, unfortunately, not as effectively as a bullet or a blade. And, though he would never admit it, the idea of America coming with him was a comforting one. The blond might be dense, lacking the ability to read the atmosphere, or slow to react to change, but he had survived this long being himself...something that had taken Japan a good long time to accept as something rather positive for his sheltered life.

[America]

America was rather surprised that Japan had agreed for him to come along. It seemed like it was a difficult decision for the Asian nation to make, but at least he didn't reject America's offer. Besides, even if he had said no, America would have still gone. He wasn't one for following orders. Japan was his friend and America wanted to make sure he was safe. Having the countless amount of zombies around made him concerned.

Well, it did make him concerned. Now that he was going to be the hero and protect Japan, he knew they had nothing to worry about.

"Awesome! You won't regret having me come with you, I swear!" He clapped his hands together, rubbing them so as to provide a little bit of warmth- they were beginning to turn numb. "Okay, lemme go back in the warehouse for a little bit. I'll write a note, grab some supplies, and we'll be off! I'll be super quick." With that said, he scurried back into the warehouse, trying to be as silent as possible. He didn't want to wake up any of the other nations and have to confront them. Japan seemed like he was in a hurry and America didn't want to hold him up at all.

He glanced around before finally laying eyes on a small journal, which he tore a sheet of paper from and began scribbling a few words down, explaining what he and Japan were doing. Hoping that his note would be enough for the other countries not to worry, America lay it down in plain sight and moved to grab his supplies. It was freezing out there (he blamed Canada and his stupid weather), so America knew he had to dress warmly. Meaning he couldn't just wear his bomber's jacket. He actually had to layer up more.

So he threw on a large winter coat, zipping it up so as to keep all the warmth in. Remembering how his hands had been turning numb, he also pulled on a pair of gloves, making sure they weren't too loose. Loose gloves would mean more fumbling with his weapons which wouldn't be a good thing when facing a life or death situation. And, speaking of weapons, America quickly grabbed his- a pistol, knives, and, just in case, a spare rifle he found, which he slung over his shoulder. If they would be traveling a farther distance, America needed all the weapons he could carry. He stocked up on ammunition, then quietly went back up to the roof, certain he was fully prepared.

"I'm ready," he said, smiling once more. "So, where are we off to?"

[Japan]

((First, I just want to apologize profusely for taking AGES to reply to this! *sniffles* I hope you can find it in your heart somewhere to forgive me! Second of all...this will make my 100th post here on the boards...so it's special too!))

Japan observed that America's grin seemed to only grow wider as the realization dawned on him that his offer had finally been accepted. He watched the blond rush back into the warehouse, and once he was sure Alfred was gone he began to pace slowly over the roof. The cold bit into his skin harshly, though the movement of putting one foot in front of the other helped him to concentrate on the minimal warmth the motions provided. The steps created a rhythm, ticking off the seconds on an invisible clock and thumping silently to the beat of his heart. The adrenaline racing through his veins had settled, though the anticipation of venturing out to the capital held some in reserve, ready to release it into his system to attract the rest back once Alfred returned.

True to his word, the blond returned a few minutes later, dressed in a thick winter coat and gloves. He stopped his pacing, pausing again by the ladder. He waited for Alfred to join him, gazing out into the darkened sky and watching his breath curl away with the wind. Japan noticed immediately the abundance of weapons, pleased that Alfred had prepared for a long trek even though he had not yet informed the blond of their destination other than a vague reference. However, Japan doubted America's geography was so terrible he would fail to notice that Canada's old Capital was the closest major 'city' to them.

"Alfred-kun. We will be heading to Canada's old, abandoned Capital City, the closest major landmark to our current position." He found himself speaking confidently, a commanding tone long since buried in peaceful times. Even at meetings, he found he was never this direct, despite needing to address many issues. He recalled with a shudder the last time he had used this tone, intimidation and pride hiding behind the strong yet soft voice that contradicted with the situation. America of all people was familiar with this tone, though this time it was not intended to be intimidating to the other nation.

"We will travel through the forest, as quickly and as quietly as possible. The less attention we attract, the better. Once we reach the edge of the forest, we will also not be able to rest any longer. We will move into the Capital and retrieve what we can before returning here. This should take us no longer than twenty four hours, unless we are attacked very heavily."

He paused then, shivering as a chilly gust of wind enveloped him for a moment. The timing made the wind seem all the more foreboding, as if predicting the hardships of their trip. His plan had originally been made when he was the only one traveling, so he knew his estimations were off now that America would be going with him. However, the quicker the blond thought they would be going and returning, the less worried he hopefully would be. He locked gazes with Alfred, keeping his own expression serious and unreadable.

"Should something happen to either of us, we will have to abort the mission and return to the warehouse. There is no sense in either of us attempting to push on to the Capital when we are injured. Once we reach the Capital, we will be searching for anything that could assist in our technological enhancement here. If we find any information, scientific or medical, to the zombie outbreak, we will retrieve that as well." He paused again, this time turning the information over in his mind to make sure he had not missed anything. "Do you have any questions, America-kun?"

[America]

[[Pfft, 'course I forgive you. I'm not angry- sometimes life takes us by the wrists and holds up captive for some time. Don't you worry. And congrats on post 100! =D]]

America paid close attention as Japan talked, a bit surprised by the tone he was using. It had been a long time since Japan had been this intimidating, this forward, but America wasn't about to interrupt to ask about it. These were dire times after all, and America knew Japan was just making sure he was fully aware of the circumstances they would be under while doing this mission. So he kept his mouth shut and his gaze level, taking every word in with a serious expression he normally didn't carry.

"Alright," he said once the briefing was over. He bit his lip and nodded, trying to keep everything in his head. "So, keep quiet, search for information once we get to Canada's capital, and pull back if one of us is injured." He nodded again, showing that he fully understood what all they would be going through. And he was sure he could handle it. Twenty-four hours was nothing, and if they stayed silent and everything went smoothly, they would be back home with something Japan would be able to work with and America could fall asleep for a while in a nice, warm bed, knowing that he contributed to the destruction of zombies and the survival of mankind.

"No questions," he said. And he really didn't have any. Except for one. "Uh, actually...once we get to the capital, can you tell me what's important and what isn't? I don't wanna be, like, searching for something of no value." Of course, Japan specifically told him they'd need to find something scientific or medical related, so that narrowed it down some, but what if he picked up the wrong sort of scientific/medical information? He didn't want to go all the way out there just to prove that he was a hindrance.

Of course, he knew he wasn't all that bad if it came down to an emergency, such as this one. If it could be considered an emergency. Otherwise, why would Japan go out in the middle of the night without telling anyone? Anyway, point was that America was eighty percent certain that he wouldn't fail. And he already knew he would try his very best to find whatever would help Japan. Who knew, they might even come across something that would put and end to the zombies once and for all. And, with that thought in mind, America smiled. "Otherwise, I'm ready."

[Japan]

((Thank you so much for your understanding. I always feel bad, since this is my third RP site and I'm only one person here...I feel like I abandon it when I need to do admin stuff for the other two *sniffles*))

Japan nodded, affirming everything that America had repeated back to him. The blond's blue eyes glittered with an intensity they normally did not carry, reflecting his concentration and determination to successfully carry out their mission. He remained perfectly still, instead of fidgeting or looking off in some random direction out of distraction. The icy wind blew harshly against him, but even then he simply listened, his lips drawn into a thin line. America might be dense or distracted sometimes, but he always knew when to be serious and to concentrate. Japan was thankful for this side of America, and honestly had expected no less from the other nation. Many of the elder nations underestimated the young nation, though Japan could hardly blame them. Yet it was moments like these that stirred memories, none particularly pleasant but ones that left impressions on him that would never fade.

He resisted the urge to smile ruefully at that. 'Impressions that never faded' were such a blunt choice of words for his thoughts to produce at such a time. The memories of those times...the first time America had knocked (or broken down) his door, the slow deterioration of an alliance that should have never fallen apart because of another, a war that left scars that still ached sometimes, a hospital room with those sky blue eyes filled with both hope and remorse...those alone were enough to leave impressions beyond the few physical reminders he bore. America never ceased to impress him, despite the significant gap in their ages. Japan often wondered what exactly drew him to the blond nation, though his answer often changed.

The wind wrapped its icy fingers around them once more, chilling them as America asked his one question. Japan frowned, partially in thought and partially to keep America from noticing the slight shiver than ran through him. The usefulness of an item would highly depend on what it was, what condition it was in, and whether it could be integrated with what they had in the warehouse. However, that subjective answer would not help America. Instead, he considered their method of searching, something much easier to explain.

"We will be searching in a small area, while keeping track of our progress on a map. If we deem there to be possibly useful things left, we may return here another day." Of course, 'we' meant a team, not just the two of them. "Useful things will be easier to determine once we get there...or if there is anything left that could be useful. Also, useful will hold different meaning for each of us. For example, ammunition would be more useful to you than to me, but a filing cabinet full of old medical records would be more useful for me than to you."

The air hissed around them, whipping their hair into their cheeks harshly. "We should get going then, America-kun" He let the barest hint of a smile touch his lips, signifying his gratitude to the other nation for accompanying him before he turned away. He checked his weapon and pack one more time, then strode to the metal ladder that hugged the side of the building. Not long ago he had climbed this same ladder, and he could only hope that the two of them would be able to, if necessary, climb it again. With one last glance at America, he then put all of his concentration into climbing down, watching as the edge of the roof finally gave way to the wall as he descended downward.

[America]

Well, at least he would be able to search for materials that made more sense for him to use. He had to admit, going on a mission to look for medical things didn't sound all too exciting for him. He supposed it would be for Japan, since the Asian nation was a scientist and medical, science-y stuff would help him out greatly, but America knew he wasn't the right choice to search for those sorts of things. Nope, he'd much rather find weapons or ammunition or...that sort of thing. Something to blow zombies away with.

Still, though, if he found a filing cabinet full of records, as Japan had stated, America would be certain to deem that useful. Even if weapons were his top priority on this mission, he knew he couldn't just overlook everything else. He needed to keep both eyes opened for anything important. Oh, and he still had to check for zombies. He was sure Japan was capable of doing that, but he was the fighter now, not Japan. His main goal for tagging along was to protect his friend, and he'd do that if it cost him his life (which he truly hoped it wouldn't).

"Coming!" he exclaimed cheerfully while still managing to keep his voice down. No need to wake the others, or to attract any zombies towards them. Nope, stealth was vital on this mission. He climbed down the ladder after Japan, shifting all of the gear on his shoulder to make it easier for him to actually climb. He didn't want to drop anything- something might break (though he doubted that), or one of his guns could go off, which would result in a loud noise and a crazy mess.

Once they reached the bottom, he let his boots crunch in the snow, glancing around at the white landscape. He hated being out here, especially at night. They were so exposed, so vulnerable. It was a lot more difficult to see the zombies coming from afar, too. Being up on the scouting tower was easier, better, safer. Much safer. Still, now that they were down, might as well start. besides, if they were quiet enough and lucky enough, maybe they could pass through to the capital without any incidents taking place.

[Japan]

Once he reached the bottom, he moved aside to allow America to descend unobstructed. He waited until America had finished re-adjusting his guns and pack, doing his best to ignore the sense of urgency tugging at the back of his mind. Yes, they had to hurry, but being careless would ultimately only serve to waste more time they honestly did not have. They certainly could not afford to waste ammunition on an accident, or to risk injury in the future simply because they could not take a moment in the present to ready themselves properly. He checked his own supplies, using the movements to hide a slight shiver. Unlike America, he had opted not to return to the warehouse for a coat or extra layers of clothing. He did NOT want Russia finding out he was running off on a mission. While the Slavic nation would have been a useful combatant, it was more likely the other would do everything to hinder his mission rather than help him.

The snow around them seemed to muffle even the hissing of the wind, making the world around them seem utterly still and silent. Japan glanced over at America, trying to read the expression on the blond's face. The silence seemed to be making him a little nervous, though the determined gleam in his eye had not waned in the slightest. Inwardly, he was relieved to know that America still wished to accompany him. He did not doubt his own abilities to protect himself or to accomplish his mission, but the presence of another nation...particularly a close ally felt reassuring. He would not admit this aloud of course (he simply wasn't one to do such a thing), but he promised himself that he would thank the blond somehow when they returned...because they WERE going to return together.

Another moment of silence passed, and then he spoke. "Hai, if we are ready, then let's go." Without waiting for an answer (he knew America was ready), he turned and began to walk through the snow in the direction of the forest. His shoes left crisp footprints in the pristine powder, marking his passing from the warehouse to the world. He hoped the wind would blow the snow to cover them, since he had no time to do it himself. He disliked leaving a trail for the others to potentially spot on their patrols, but stopping to cover them would slow them down significantly. The pause would also leave them more vulnerable than they already were, as well as cause them to expend excess energy on the task. Both nations needed to be at their best, or as close to, in order for their mission to succeed.

He made it to the edge of the trees, pausing there for a moment to stare into the dense forest. The snow muffled any chance of him hearing any approaching enemies, and the darkness prevented him from seeing anything. Still, being cautious came as second nature to him, as did traveling in the dark of night in silence through a forest. He checked in all directions, moving nothing but his neck in order to keep his senses alert for sounds or sights that were not either himself or America. Finding nothing, he released his breath in a noiseless sigh, returning his sight to the trees. After another short pause, he started into the forest, the fingers of his right hand wrapped firmly around his katana. He would not be caught unprepared.

[America]

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America swallowed nervously as they started walking through the snow, heading right towards the forest. He kept his hand on top of his pistol, ready to pull it out at a moment's notice. He wasn't very fond of trekking into a forest at night. Everything was dark, eerie, and just plain creepy. They could be attacked without any sort of warning, based on how often the zombies seemed to like popping up on them, and America certainly wasn't in the mood to be attacked by any undead creatures. He had a duty, and that was to protect both himself and Japan. He would accomplish that duty and push his fears aside.

Once they entered the forest, he kept himself more alert. His sight darted every which way, from in front of Japan to behind both of them, even between the trees they passed. Luckily, the Asian nation seemed just as tense as America was feeling, his smaller hand wrapped around his sword. Both were ready for an attack. Both were ready, and both could fend for his own self, but America knew that neither of them wanted to test their fate.

No one would ever want to go up willingly with a group of zombies while possessing the knowledge that they could be killed.

In hindsight, maybe America should have packed more weapons. At the time, he was sure he had enough, but he didn't even know how many zombies they might find at the capital. To be honest, he now wanted someone else along with them. Three was a better match against zombies than two was. America wasn't prepared to die simply because he decided to go on a stealth mission in the middle of the night with only Japan as company.

Not that Japan couldn't kick ass, but the war against zombies was different than any other war they had been in together.

[Japan]

((No worries. And *headdesk* timeline wise, I think we started this before we had made the cure (but we can continue on either way, since it's been so long *bows a thousand times for being incredibly, inexcusably slow*) Also, lala...magical trekking quickly powers, activate! *shot* Just so we won't spend three posts going 'And then there were trees...and snow...and more trees'...not that we would do that ^^'))

Japan kept scanning the dark, letting his gaze travel from left to right, then back again. The chill of the night seeped through his skin, and for a moment he regretted not bringing the appropriate clothing with him. However, he immediately pushed aside the thought; if one thought of the cold, it would become more apparent and biting. He was better off letting his body naturally combat the cold, while his mind concentrated on scanning for zombies. He let himself shiver, feeling warmer simply letting his subconscious take over. Occasionally, he would flex his fingers around his katana, not wanting them to lock up. His feet barely made any noise against the snow, and he kept his ears alert for both zombies, and for the nation following close behind.

He flinched slightly as America gave a sigh, but relaxed immediately after. He felt slightly embarrassed for overreacting, but he knew America would not take it personally. He would rather be on his guard than not at all, and though he would never admit it aloud, Japan knew his reflexes were not as quick as they had been in centuries past. 'At least America-san has yet to experience such pains. Compared to the rest of us, he is still considered young. Then again, I could not imagine him 'acting his age'...as the saying goes.'[/color] Indeed, it was impossible for Japan to imagine America stooped with back pains or complaining about 'kids these days'.

He inwardly scolded himself for allowing his thoughts to wander when the snapping of a twig caught his attention. He stopped abruptly, turning his head in the direction of the sound and squinting into the darkness. He waited, holding his breath, to see if any other noises would follow. When nothing happened after several moments, he relaxed slightly. The undead would have made more noises, most likely unintentionally. After another moment, he continued on through the trees, now focused intently on making it the capital without letting his thoughts wander.

***

The trees began to thin as they approached the capital. Japan shivered again, but ignored the cold. He knew he would suffer when he returned to the warehouse, but nations only generally became sick when their economy suffered. Still, he could be afflicted with frostbite, or catch a sickness for a brief time that would be less than convenient. But he pushed the thoughts from his mind; he had a mission to complete, and he could worry about the (non-lethal) consequences when they returned to the warehouse. He waved his hand, signaling for America to stop and to come closer so they could speak. The blond had been silent up until now, though Japan sensed America wished to speak to ease his nerves. In truth, even hushed whispers were welcome in the silence that blanketed the dark forest around them.