Going to have fun..? (attn. Anyone)

Alfred moved closer until he was laying next to the guy, still cautious and ignoring the pipe and drink. He frowned a bit, looking over the other for something to latch onto that he wouldn't let go of while he slept, then again he had heard that he was kind of clingy while he slept, and that might wake Russia up. Still, after a moment he carefully ans slowly grabbed a tip of that scarf the other strangely wore and tied it firmly around his wrist. There.
He closed his eyes, satisfied with that.

Just then Ivan opened a bit his violet eyes, and looked at America. Then he noticed the other had taken hold of the tip of his scarf.
So he's afraid that I would leave him alone... He even smiled a bit at that, closing his eyes again, and then fell asleep for real.

Alfred yawned, cuddling into something in his bed as he woke up. He didn't want to wake up though, go to school and all that. No, he would stay here with his warm pillow all day. Maybe he could pretend he was sick. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

And that 'something' groaned slightly in annoyance, as America cuddled.

Ivan wasn't quite awake yet though.

Alfred frowned, pillows didn't grown. After a couple moments he finally convinced himself to open his eyes, looking at that 'something'. He stared. He let out a small noise of shock as he released the man and backed away rapidly to get far away, blushing like crazy and forgetting the scarf that connected them.

Then Ivan woke up to the feeling of his scarf tightening around his neck, and coughed. Opening his eyes, and grapping the scarf so he wouldn't choke to death. Then he sat up, slightly glaring at America.

It took a moment for everything to register, he looked from his wrist to Russia's neck before remembering and quickly untying it, avoiding looking at the other, "I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking, I just kind of woke up and um, was tired and moved to get off, yeah. And I forgot and oh, how did this get here? Anyway, how did you sleep? Good, that's good, oh you didn't answer. Well, I suppose we should be getting down now." Alfred said quickly, trying to apologize while flustered and just woken.

Puts his scarf better around his neck, sighing

Alfred watched Russia from the corner of his eye curious to see what the other would do know, he hadn't started yelling, so that was good.

As he was adjusting his scarf, he was turned to America, so the other could see one of his scars now clearly. It was pretty wide one, that started from his shoulder, and went over the place where his heart is, and ended just past it.

Alfred found himself tracing the scar with his eyes as far as he could, curiously, "...Hey Russia, where'd you get all your scars?" Maybe not the best question to ask somebody he just met and nearly strangled, but he was honestly curious.

He paused for a moment, and glanced at America. Then he continued, sinishing to adjust the scarf.
"From fights... And war..." He just simply said.

"War huh...." He kid of had a new found respect for that, he respected all veterans after all, "Which one?"

"Afghanistan..."

Alfred nodded, he knew that one well enough. It would make sense why Ivan would have a scar from that war. And it had been one of the most recent. He didn't know what to say, for one of the few times in his life. Sorry didn't seem right, nor did anything else he could think of...but, "Thanks...for telling me I mean." Russia didn't have to after all.

He nodded a bit, and then got up.

Alfred smiled, he was glad that the other wasn't angry at him anymore for the little mishap, and was ready to put aside the slightly depressed mood as much as one can during a zombie ruled planet. But he felt like he knew something more about the other, so that was good, "Now!" Alfred said, standing up, ready for adventure, even if they would stay here awhile, it was always more fun with more then one person, "What shall we do today?" Usually he would just suggest something and drag the other along no matter if they wanted it or not...but he wasn't really sure if he wanted to start heading towards DC today or stay here for a bit. To bad Russia didn't seem fond of the rides, but he had heard that tall people were more prone to fear of heights.

"Well... I thought of getting a bit better look around, what it is like outside this place..." He said while putting his coat back on. He should have been angry about the thing that happened just now, but he controlled himself. Sure, he usually gets angry about things like that, and might almost kill the one he's angry at, but he didn't want it now. Afterall, if he would kill America, he would be alone again, and that was something he really didn't want. He just simply hated being alone. So he would control himself. For now.
"So I'm going to get somewhere high up...."

Matthew has always been a good runner. He ran away from scary people, he ran quickly at baseball games, he ran away from bullies.

Now he was running for his life. Scary creatures after him, and why were they so fast? It's not fair! Zombies should be slow and not so damn fast!

Just when he thought he was really finished, he spotted an amusement park. Perfect.

Reaching the place quite quickly, he tried to find a place that would be high up enough. Luckily there was some sort of building there, and he might actually get to the top! So without any other thoughts, he jumped to the safe spot, just so he could bump his head to something... Or rather, someone.

When he felt something, or someone bump into him, he turned to look. He then blinked. And blinked again, then he almost whispered:
"Matvey...?"

Blinks few times, looking at the man he bumped into.

"Ivan...?"

"Wha... I..." He almost speechless. He hadn't seen Matthew for a really long time.
"You're..... You're alive..." He then smiles widely, happily even, and taking Matthew into his arms into a hug.
"I thought that I wouldn't see you ever again~" He took couple of spins around Matthew in his arms.

Smiles happily, hugging Ivan back, and even chuckles a bit.
"I'm really happy to see you~! I thought you would still be in Russia~!"

But then he remembers something, glancing back down at the ground.

Looks to the ground. Then looks back at Matthew.
"How did you get that many after you...?"

"I don't know, they just kept coming and I didn't have a gun or time to get one and I panicked and it was terrible a-and...!" Maybe slightly panicking, now actually seeing how many zombies were chasing him, leaning a bit against Ivan since Matthew is closer to the edge.