Looking For Trouble [Greece]

[Prussia]

Prussia didn’t really have a plan, per se. All he knew was that he was going crazy stuck inside the warehouse, with no action or excitement to speak of. Sure there was the TV, some good games and a laptop he had brought with him, as well as lots of other nations to tease, but... stuff like that got old fast. The only thing that could have managed to keep him interested for more than a few hours was teasing the others, and even that was difficult because everyone was so tense, always seeming to be in a hurry to do this or that. It made him crazy getting ignored for the sake of cleaning or studying some zombiesample.

Long story short, Prussia needed something to do.

And what better to do in a zombie-infested environment than, well, fight zombies? Prussia had set out in the early hours of the morning to make sure nobody else would tag along and get in trouble with the undead – he really didn’t feel like looking after anyone who couldn’t handle themselves. Nope, it was better if it was just him, his trusty sword and shotgun, hunting zombies and seeing if there was something useful in the town to pick up and carry home. Wouldn’t it be awesome if he found something super useful, like some secret cure to these zombies or something and then return back to admiring looks and praise? And even if didn’t manage to find anything useful it was fine – he’d at least get some training in for the time the zombies attacked for real.

Prussia grinned, kicking a lone can out of his path as he made his way through the destroyed town’s streets. He had heard so much complaining that he wasn’t helping around the warehouse – how he rarely cleaned, how he never made his bed or cooked, how he always left a mess wherever he went, how he hogged food, and so on and so forth. Well, by going out and slaughtering zombies he’d show everyone exactly why he didn’t bother with menial labor like that; he was meant for the battlefield, not for maidwork! Maybe if they’d see his awesome fighting prowess they’d finally shut up and cut him some slack.

Prussia was whistling as he walked now, his shotgun strapped on his back and his hand resting against the sword still in its hilt. He’d be ready to pull either one out on a second’s notice, so he didn’t see any reason to occupy his hands for now.

As he walked, the scenery started to slowly get to him. A destroyed town like that… it reminded him of so many things in his past. He’d seen so many towns fall, so many cities get burnt and so many people die. But this zombieacopalypse shit… it was all new to him, and somehow, he felt glad. Glad he wasn’t fighting against real people with families to miss them once they fell this time. Just mindless monsters that nobody cared about.

Speaking of which, where the heck were they? He was told the city was completely infested with them – hence why he chose this particular location to explore, but so far all he had come across was trash, trash and even more trash. Geez.

Being awesomely strong seemed to have its bad sides, it seemed. Even the zombies were afraid of him.

((I'm bad at thread naming okay? Okay. Anyway, bring on the zombies trouble~))

[[x] Greece]

It wasn't long though before Greece noticed Prussia's absense. They thought he didn't really pay attention, but when he was awake he was quite observant. And had photographic memory. Knowing Prussia, he was off looking for trouble. And so Greece quietly tagged along, careful he wasn't spotted. He had his trench knife and sniper rifle if trouble did come, so he felt confident he'd be able to defend himself and Prussia as needed.

The only problem was... He hadn't been able to sleep lately, due to nightmares... And so he wasn't as dextrous as usual as he nearly tripped going down some stairs.

[Prussia]

Prussia's walk was coming along nicely if zombie-less, until he heard something from somewhere behind him; stumbling steps from the top of the stairway he had just descended into what remained of a metro station. Immediately the Eastern nation tensed, spinning around and reaching for his shotgun. The zombies? Made sense, they probably didn't know how to use the stairs anyway. Hah, idiots, thought they could surprise him! Well, he'd blow 'em a new one.

Shotgun in hand Prussia traced his steps towards the staircase, grin in place and mind rushing in anticipation. Soon, soon he'd feel the rush of a battle again. He'd be doing the one thing he really knew how; fighting. Surviving. Killing the opposition. Wasn't that why he was born?

He could hear the steps now, coming down the stairs. Prussia's back was pressed against the wall, and he breathed in small, shallow breaths as to not give away his location. And when the steps were close enough, he stopped breathing altogether.

Drei...

The steps were coming down. It only sounded like one person - err, zombie, though. Did they seriously move alone?

Zwei...

Soon, so freaking soon he could practically taste victory.

Eins-!

Prussia jumped from his hiding place, shotgun pointed and eyes shining with confidence.

"Hahahaa, I got you now, you undead sons of-"

A living person, staring back at him.

"Huuuuh?" Prussia groaned, lowering his weapon. "Greece? What the hell are you doing here?! You are pretty much a zombie with all your sleeping but damn it, you're not what I was looking for!"

((Wasn't sure if I should've had Greece's cover blown so early, but, ah, what the heck. Did it anyway BD))