Trapped Inside A Hell Hold

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    Trapped Inside A Hell Hold

    England
    England
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    Join date : 2012-08-21
    Age : 30
    Location : London, UK

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    Name: Arthur Kirkland

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    Post  England on Thu Aug 23, 2012 5:54 pm

    Here it is! The moment we've all been waiting for!

    Rules:
    1. No godmodding
    2. No immortality
    3. No OCs
    4. No bringing up personal matters
    5. Accept everything that happens to your character whether it's bad or not.
    6. Be realistic.
    7. Any violence is allowed, just make it realistic, please.
    8. No sex (yoai/yuri is allowed)
    9. Posts must be at least 3 or 4 sentences long.
    10. Please use correct grammar and spelling.
    11. When talking in OoC (Out of Character) use double brackets like so: ((example))
    12. Have fun!~
    (For the more descriptive set of rules refer to here: [Only admins are allowed to see this link] )
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    In the year 3012, the nations find themselves in a deserted city called 'Insatser'. After all the nations gather, an odd voice speaks to them over an intercom in the central part of the city saying that each and everyone of them are participants in a so called 'survival game' and they will be forced to kill eachother. The last one standing will be the winner and will be given the key to escape.
    After talking things over with eachother, the nations decide to work against the rules and work together to find a way out.
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    Hell.
    A place no one wishes to see. Even the strongest of men would cower in fear if placed in such a location. Once you're in, all hope vanishes, all happiness forgotten, no escape.
    This was the young Brit's first thought when he opened his eyes for the first time in what felt like years. The first thing he saw was a young girl's blank, staring eyes, the man stared back, showing no fear. He was used to odd visions like this. Some people had told him he suffered from hallucinations, others said he was simply crazy. Despite these conclusions, the man knew none of these potential explanations were true. You see, he had always been like this from birth, he had what some people would call a sixth sense. In other words, he could see 'ghosts' and other spirits.
    He brought his attention back to the strange girl in front of him. She was dead, of course. Hanged to be exact. The young man struggled to stand up, his legs were weak from the lack of not standing for a while. But with the support of the wall he came to a standing position. Looking around for the first time, he found himself in a place that looked like it was once a children's daycare center. The room was trashed, broken down chairs and tables were carelessly thrown up against the wall, discarded crumbs laid scattered across the room, and a couple of blood stains could be spotted on the ceiling.
    'But why on the ceiling?' thought the man.
    Bringing his attention back to the girl yet again, he decided to search her. He might find something useful in her pockets or clothing.
    Coming closer, he saw something on her wrist that caught his eye.
    A bar code.
    It looked like it was tattooed on, judging by the color. It was just a superstition but he decided to check his own wrist for a bar code.
    'I've been reading to much manga...' he thought to himself as he pulled his sleeve up and chuckled at the thought. As he expected there was no bar code, he relaxed a bit and continued searching the girl.
    " Damn those bloody books." he said under his breath as he pulled something out of the girl's pocket. It was a crumbled sheet of paper. He smoothed it out a bit, due to his old school habits, he really needed to forget about those days, he was an adult not a child dammit!
    To his surprise there was something written on the bottom corner, it took him a while to decipher it, as it was written by someone who obviously had very bad handwriting.
    Then the mood changed, the man's eyes laid fixed upon the three words that seemed to repeat in his mind over and over again.

    WeLcOmE tO HELL

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    Everyone's character will find themselves in a strange room similar to the one Iggy is in. Each nation will have a bar code tattoo imprinted somewhere on their bodies (The player can choose where the bar code will be placed and when it's discovered by their character).
    After everyone gets a chance to post once we can move on~
    Also I don't expect your posts to be as long as this one XD This was just me being bored in school, lol.
    Remember the rules and have fun!~ x3


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    China
    China

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    Post  China on Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:21 pm

    Black. Everything around him was just... black. No sound, no sight, nothing. He felt the faintest glimmer of irritation.
    Odd. Shouldn't he be--

    CLANG!
    He jolted awake and shot up, taking panicked breaths. He just sat there for a few moments before taking note of the smell. He looked around.
    He was in a small room, and quite a dirty one at that. Dust, grime and even smears of blood where everywhere he laid his eyes on. He cringed, wishing he'd woken up in an at least sanitary place.

    He moved to stand up, and wobbled a bit before getting his bearings. A little of stretching and he felt ready to go. Turning around, he saw something that surprised him.

    The corpse of a dead man. A corpse with an arm torn apart and resting in a corner, and gashes all over. It was decayed, enough to make China think it had been here a good while.
    Now, it wasn't the corpse scared him-- He had been in enough wars to become used to seeing death-- It simply surprised him that a dead body in a place like this.

    He steadily walked over to it, then knelt down to get a better look. Call it morbid, but China figured the corpse might have something on it. His eyes caught a piece of paper sticking out of a shirt pocket. He took it out and opened it. What was written on it bemused him.

    "不希望。"
    "Do not hope."

    ...What the hell was that supposed to mean?
    Ah well, he'd think on it later. For now he refolded the note and tucked it into his shirt. He stood up, taking one last glance at the body before looking around for a way out.

    ((Had to use Google Translate because I have no knowledge of Chinese XD))


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    Hungary
    Hungary

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    Join date : 2012-08-23
    Location : Budapest, Hungary

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    Post  Hungary on Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:24 pm

    Normally when you woke up you'd expect to see light or something. However when Elizabeta's eyelids fluttered open she was met with complete darkness. Her eyes couldn't adjust to it, because there was no light at all in the room. Not a window nor a dim light bulb was on, and to be perfectly honest, she was scared. It was often she felt fear, but the disorientation and the blackness that seemed to go on forever made her feel almost claustrophobic.

    Swallowing back a gulp she rolled over from her side onto her hands and crawled her way along the floor, with on hand outstretched to find a wall, or even better, a door. Instead her hand fell upon warm pool of liquid and the tang of iron hit her nostrils. She breathed heavily and continued onward, trying to erase the thought from her mind. When she finally made it to a wall she used it as a support to stand herself up and she began feeling for a light switch.

    After finally finding a switch she turned on the light and blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. She surveyed the room and found nothing but a pool of blood. For a moment she wondered if it was her own, but wrote that off when she saw no injuries upon herself.

    Then, out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a slip of paper under a doorway on the far right of the room. After picking it up and reading it her stomach turned inside her. She had never shown fear on the battlefield, so why now?

    Bursting out of the doorway, Elizabeta found herself running down a long hallway, trying to find an escape or an exit or maybe even another person. She stumbled over her own feet and leaned against a wall, gasping for breathe. '...Where is everyone?'
    Romania
    Romania

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    Join date : 2012-08-23
    Age : 22
    Location : Bucharest, RO

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    Post  Romania on Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:25 pm

    Romania awoke to his head pounding quite painfully. Looking around, he tried to remember where he was and how he got there, but doing so only made his head hurt even more. Giving up on that, the nation looked around, hoping to see his own room, but what he saw was terrifying.
    There was blood everywhere. It was on the walls, the floor and even the obviously broken furniture and the only bed. Suddenly feeling sick, the man put a hand over his mouth, trying to hold his dinner down. As he did so, he noticed something on the back of his hand. It looked like a....bar code. How did he get that? He tried to rub it off, but it didn’t even smudge. Apparently it was tattooed on. Why would somebody do that, the man wondered.
    The man decided to forget about it for now and somehow got up, his knees shaking.
    He needed to find a way out.
    He looked at the bloodstained walls again.
    He needed to find a way out NOW.


    ((sorry if it's horrible, I couldn't think of anything good xD))
    Belarus
    Belarus

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    Join date : 2012-08-21
    Age : 25
    Location : Wherever Russia is

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    Name: Natalia

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    Post  Belarus on Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:32 pm

    Decaying flesh
    That's what young Natalia smelled as she awoke in a strange, dirty and dark bedroom. From her gruesome childhood, decaying bodies didn't faze her, but she was pretty sure she didn't kill anyone the night before. As she groggily opened her eyes she discovered the body causing the piercing stench in her nose. Again, the sight also didn't faze her, but what did faze her was that she wasn't home. She didn't know this place at all, looking at the blood stained walls that appeared to have possibly been white a long time ago. The body wasn't too far in the decaying stage so she decided to get a closer look at the body, and quickly discovering a strange barcode tattoo on the ankle. Where was she? She can't possibly see her beloved big brother where she is now. She wasn't sure how she got here, but she quickly wanted to get out. She grabbed for her knives instinctively as she heard a noise, but also found out that whoever brought her here also took her knives away. Natalia for once in her life looked scared, but calmed down slightly as the noise was nothing but a rat. She needed her knives back, she needed to find her big brother, she needed to get the hell out of here. The young girl found a note hanging out of the pocket of the body and grabbed the dirtied note and read the tiny print saying "Welcome to Hell". She snorted and crumpled the paper. Natalia wasn't one to let people get to her, she's been through hell and fought her way out, and if she needs to, she'll do it again. Even if it means its the death of her. There was a letter found on the dirtied bed. She picked it up and opened it quickly only to read the words shaking. Natalia ripped the paper into pieces with a psychotic glaze in her eyes. There was no doubt in her mind what she had to do as she set out of the room on the mission of her life....



    ((Yeah my intro isn't as awesome but I hope you like it D= ))


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    North Italy
    North Italy

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    Post  North Italy on Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:37 pm

    The brunette whimpered as he awoke, the ahoge in his hair bouncing just slightly as he sat up.

    " ... L...L-Ludwig...? "

    No answer.

    This made his heart sank. What made it sink even more was when he took a good look around the dark room he was in.

    " F-Fratello...?? "

    Still no answer.

    He stood up, his small body starting to shake. His anxiety was soon kicking in; natural in a situation such as this.

    As he looked around the room, he realized it was in horrible states. It was dusty, there were broken pieces of various objects such as glass everywhere, and there was a strange scent in the air... almost metal-like. However, he couldn't figure out where exactly he was. A building, obviously, but... where?

    " I--Is anyone here...? " He asked a loud as he walked around the room, then screamed when he tripped.

    He groaned as he sat up, muttering an Italian curse under his breath. Then his eyed widened when he realized what exactly he tripped on.

    There was a dead body. Laying right in front of him.

    This. ... This had to be a nightmare. But it wasn't. Oh god, this was far from good.

    But, wait--what was that sticking out of the dead man's pocket...?

    As if out of instinct, the brunette reached for the man's pocket, grimacing at all the blood. Thankfully, the piece of paper that he found wasn't covered in blood at all.

    He read the contents of the paper to himself. ... What did this mean?

    That didn't matter, what mattered was figuring out where his brother and boyfriend went. And they certainly weren't here.

    Feliciano put the paper in his uniform pocket and stood up, brushing the dirt off himself.
    He had to get out of this room, and fast.

    (( I hope this is acceptable. ;w; Also, to Germany, I hope you don't mind that I referred to you as Italy's boyfriend. I mean, the rp we did yesterday had them reveal their feelings to each other, so I just thought it would be alright to do so. <3 ))
    Russia
    Russia

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    Post  Russia on Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:41 pm

    Ivans hell was a room full of mirrors. he was awoken by screeming and illusions of atrocities unfolding in front of him. the deaths of his beloved sisters in various horrifying and sadistic ways painted the walls red
    stabbed,fleyed and left to bleed to death and other things no one should ever be forced to see. in each mirror he saw noththing but sheer pain regret and a growing insanity.
    the mistakes he had made in his life and his greatest fears haunted him from within these forsaken walls. the most painful thing was that he could see himself in each horrifying scene as the killer.
    his mind was already breaking from the torment the years had thrown at him. in one of the mirrors he saw that there was a black barcode tattoed to the back of his neck. presumably placed by the
    sick sadistic bastard who had put him there.
    he had only regained conciousness a few minuits prior but the strings of insanity were begining to form and pull at at the tormented russians mind. as he made his way to the door of the room, his rational speech slowly became insane mutterings.
    he rached into his pocket with his shaking hand and pulled out a piece of paper. e read it through and through. h knew what had to be done and he hammered at the door with his shaking fists he wispered only four words to himself "it will be done.."
    Poland
    Poland

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    Post  Poland on Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:11 pm

    As Poland woke up, he noticed that he was cold, he was alone, there was a dead body on the other side of the room, and how dirty the room was.The room had shards of broken glass on the floor, dust in the air, and there were chains around the dead body. "L-Lithuania? W-Where are you?" he said as he tried to stand up. Once he did, he looked over towards the dead man on the other side of the room. 'What is going on? Where am I?' he thought as he stumbled towards the dead man. He really didn't want to go over, but it's almost as if his body had a mind of it's own. Once he finally reached the man, he reached down to grab a piece of paper from the man's pocket. As he reached down, he noticed that the sleeve of his shirt was torn. 'I wonder how this happened. I guess I'll have to go buy a new one once I get home' he thought. He grabbed the paper as fast as he could, trying to the best of his ability, while not touching the body. 'I can't even read this!' he thought as he put the paper in his pants pocket. "Now, to find out where I am." he said as he stood up straight.
    ((sorry it's so short. And for the OOC~ness of Poland. I'm kinda new to RP-ing))
    China
    China

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    Post  China on Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:19 pm

    China had quickly found a door hidden behind some fallen debris. The hole the pile of trash had fallen from was large, so China looked up.
    The sky was a cloudy gray, which increased the gloomy atmosphere. It didn't seem like it was about to rain, though, which was just fine with China.
    Getting back to work, he threw aside some pieces of wood before he finally had a real good look at the door. He reached for the knob, yet it wouldn't budge, even if he it a shake.

    Giving a frustrated huff, he took a step back before heaving a mighty kick, breaking the door down. He poked his head out into the narrow hallway. It wasn't much cleaner than the room he was in, sadly, but hey! At least he was out!

    Now, to figure out which way to go...


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    Canada
    Canada

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    Post  Canada on Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:32 pm

    The Canadian came to slowly, feeling a great deal weaker than usual.

    "What happened?"

    He was lying uncomfortably on the floor of an unfamiliar room when he awoke.

    "W-Where am I?"

    He focused his vision through his glasses and tried to make out where he was. Scanning the room, it seemed he'd found himself in a large bedroom, however, it was obvious something was very wrong. It was clear the room Matthew had wound up in had been empty for many years if not centuries. Several shelves had covered one of the rooms walls however they were all empty. "That's odd..." As he slowly got up, using a nearby desk for support, Mattie had a proper view of the dark room.
    A small bed with once white sheets sat silently in one corner of the room. On the walls were various sketches that Matthew could not make out clearly from where he stood and the layer of dust that masked them.
    Gaining his strength, Matthew walked slowly toward the small bed. There lay a single stuffed bear sitting leant against the wall. This was a small child's bedroom... Turning back to face the centre of the room, he saw the floor, along with everything else, had been layered with soft white dust. "Why is it so lonely in here?"
    Matthew made his way back over to the desk and noticed the large window it sat in front of. The window was as tall as the room and would surely give a brilliant view of wherever it was the Canadian had found himself, however, the curtains were closed and instead, the room had been shut off from the world outside.

    "I don't understand this at all..."

    Matthew paused to think, only hearing the soft sound of silence as it penetrated him. Here... he was more alone than ever... There was a soft chime and Matthew looked up to see a wind chime hanging from the ceiling. It was in the shape of a small dragon. Matthew wondered "what's that doing up there...?" when he realized one of the chimes was missing.

    "Strange..."

    The desk Mattie was standing by had a single pencil and blank sheet of paper, in front of which was a small vase with a single blue rose sitting inside. Upon closer inspection, it became obvious the rose was fake and the vase was empty of water...
    "What am I doing here...?" Matthew quietly said. "What do you want from me?" He said a little louder as if asking the room itself. Just as he said that, a flat note was heard as the chime missing from the wind chimes above him hit the floor, seemingly out of nowhere. The blonde man paused before slowly walking over to the small piece of tuned metal. He bent down slowly and cautiously reached out to pick it up however as soon as his fingers touched the chime a strong wind blew in from the window.

    The curtains were flung open and the dust was blown from everything in the room. Matthew closed his eyes to shield them from the flying dust and when he opened them the room was revealed for what it really was.
    Blood stained every wall, the floor and the small children's bed. The wind chimes sounded at the sudden breeze that had blown the dust from all of the sketches on the walls, each one of them depicting images of various familiar faces, all holding a single rose.

    The Canadian let out a gasp at the scene and saw the stuffed bear from before - torn and blood stained with the words "It's lonely.. stay with me" written on the wall behind it. "This can't be happening..." He muttered stumbling backwards and knocking the desk. The vase toppled over and the blue rose hit the desk and appeared to bleed. Nothing made any sense. Matthew looked at his hands and saw they, like the rest of the room, were splattered with dark blood. He wiped away the smears of blood revealing a strange barcode-like tattoo on the palm of his left hand. He stared at the strange marking momentarily before looking out the window to see an empty city that had obviously been abandoned long ago... He looked down at the desk and at the blood that was leaking from the fake rose. The blood trickled toward the paper he had seen earlier. This time Matthew saw it however, he immediately widened his eyes, backing away slowly before rushing toward a broken door of the room that had been uncovered behind the dust.

    The paper read a single sentence:

    nO LeAviNg

    eVEr
    Germany
    Germany

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    Join date : 2012-08-21
    Location : Munich

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    Name: Germany (Ludwig Beilshmidt)

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    Post  Germany on Thu Aug 23, 2012 8:18 pm

    Ludwig's eyes fluttered open slowly, and his vision was blurred from dehydration. The air surrounding him was humid, warm, and heavy, causing him to sweat.

    His head was pounding.

    He glanced around, trying to make out the shapes in the dark and filthy room that had a disgusting stench.

    His throat was scratchy and dry, and tasted faintly of metal.


    "...Feliciano....Gilbert...."

    He looked around the room for them with tired eyes, walking very cautiously in the darkness.

    A small man seemed to be sitting with his legs pulled up to his chest in the corner.

    "Feliciano?...Is that you?"

    He looked into the face of the man and immediately fell back in shock, all color draining from his face and his heart skipping beats.

    At first glance, it could have very well been Feliciano.
    He was practically a clone of him.

    But upon closer examination, Ludwig was able to sigh in relief.
    The eyes were blue.
    It was not the bubbly Italian.

    A spear was thrust through the look-alike's forehead.
    One of his cold, dead hands was nailed to the wall.
    In this hand was a small slip of paper.

    Ludwig picked it up and read it, eyes widening as he got to the end of it. It was written in his native language, but the handwriting made it almost illegible.

    But once he had finished reading, panic set in.

    He began frantically looking for an exit, and soon found a door. He went through it cautiously after tucking the note into his pocket.

    He was in a dingy hallway.
    It was narrow, long, and dimly lit with dirty carpeting.

    At the end of the hallway was another door with a window.
    A bright, brownish-grey light filtered through it.

    He ran to the door clumsily, stumbling often, and felt very disoriented. He looked at his reflection in the window's glass to find a bar-code tattooed directly underneath his right eye.

    He stared at himself in confusion for several seconds before regaining his focus. He smoothed back his blonde bangs.


    He next took a deep breath -unsure if it would be his last- and opened the door to the outside.
    Prussia
    Prussia

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    Join date : 2012-08-21
    Age : 24

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    Name: Prussia

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    Post  Prussia on Thu Aug 23, 2012 8:52 pm



    It was rare moments that the Prussian found himself in a unfamilar place, usually happened when he either spent the night drinking himself stupid or if France and Spain were pulling a prank on him, but as he pushed himself off the umfamilar bed he couldn't help himself by getting an unsettling feeling. Prussia's scarlet eyes looked around the trashed room, his pale hand rubbing the back of his neck feeling something odd on it.

    "A bar code?"

    He muttered confused already making his way towards the middle of the room, his fingers went across the fresh tattoo making him hiss in pain abit. This couldn't be a prank because France and Spain wouldn't go so far to tattooing a bar code on him, and he didn't even get a single drop of beer due to the fact that he was spending the night at America's...

    "Shit, Alfred!"

    Worry filled his veins as his mind began to remember the night before, both America and him enjoying each others company to the point where instead of going home Prussia ended up spending the night. So how the hell did he get here? What if America was also dragged along? His hands went to his head, roughly ruffling up his hair, as if the harsh treatment to his head would make the horrid thoughs go away. Noticing the small hallway Prussia took his chance hoping that it would lead him towards the exit, and sitting at the end of it was a single door with a note taped to it with single key next to it.

    Prussia grabbed the note, quickly reading the messy and weird handwriting, but his eyesbrows knotted in confusion.

    AlL tHaT iS rEaLlY nEcEsSaRy FoR sUrVivAl Of ThE fiTtEsT, iT sEeMs, Is An InTeReSt In LiFe, GoOd, BaD oR pEcUlIaR

    He crumbled up the paper, annoyed beyond compare, before shoving it in his pants pocket. Prussia, unlike his younger brother, didn't enjoy playing stupid riddle games. To him it was a waste of time, pointless, and right now he didn't have any time to sit down and even try to figure out what it really meant. Even so in the back of his mind Prussia felt that maybe he had no choice but to play along, thus that is the only reason why he kept the small note before yanking the key off the door.


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    ((Sorry if it sucked ;w; honestly the first one was a bit better, but the site doesn't like awesome people xp ))
    Greece
    Greece

    Posts : 24
    Join date : 2012-08-23
    Age : 27
    Location : Athens, Greece

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    Name: Heracles Karpusi

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    Post  Greece on Thu Aug 23, 2012 9:33 pm

    Greece was waking up from his usual three hour nap, except this time where he woke up wasn’t the Parthenon it was a dark red room. The room had the smell of death; around him were bodies with swords and spears jabbed into them. The sight left him stunned but his only expression was blank. He had remembered this sight from many Centuries ago when he was a teen. It reminded him of the wars he fought to protect his country with other fellow men. Greece smacked himself to get back to reality; and looked at his palm to see there was a bar code on it. “What in the name of Apollo?” He asked himself as he studied his palm. “Kratos are you there?” He asked the thin air around him” Realizing his dead brother wasn’t next to him; Greece started shaking but again smacked himself. “Heracles get a hold of yourself, you’ve been captured before. Look around you to see if you still have your stuff. Ah there’s my hat and jacket, I wonder if my retractable cross is still in my pocket.” The Grecian said walking over to his dropped clothes.

    Picking up and putting his clothes on, Greece checked his pockets to find the cross was gone. “σκατά, what’s this?” Heracles said grabbing piece of paper from his pocket. The note said in his language that this was a challenge of wits and survival. “What is this? The Hunger Games?” He asked confused. “If I fight then I will to get back home to the others.” Greece said taking deep breath and walked towards the door. “Hold on you don’t have anything to defend yourself with. Go for one of the bodies with weapons. At least you will have something to defend yourself.” Greece said pulling a sword out of a decaying body and held onto it. “For Greece and its islands; Mother, Sparta I will make you proud. And if Hades calls me I will follow him to where I am sent.” Greece said making a cross over his heart and headed out the door to the place that he believed to be the underworld.
    America
    America
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    Age : 22
    Location : Duh~ America.

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    Name: Alfred F Jones

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    Post  America on Fri Aug 24, 2012 3:34 am

    He woken from his deep slumber as he felt something smooth under his body, as his eyes fluttered open to see that the thing he was laying on. He suddenly moved backwards, because the thing he was laying on was a corpse. He inspected it, seeing that the corpse has been here for days, maybe weeks.
    "I think this person must have had England's scones."
    Thats what he thought... in till he heard a rustling noise, coming out of the Corpse's pocket.

    "Whats this?" He pulled it out, feeling the thin paper against his fingers, thus caused him to have a paper cut...
    "Ow..." He sucked the blood away as he read the note... The note had a something on it... But he couldn't quite make it out. Because this note may be missing letters or this person can not spell....

    America sighed, looking around the room. Trying to find a speck of Light... "I hope Prussia is alright..."

    (( First one DX! Hope you like it Hehe xD))
    China
    China

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    Post  China on Fri Aug 24, 2012 5:12 am

    China had already tried in the right end of the hallway, which turned out to be a dead end, so he walked towards the end of the hall when he stopped, believing he heard something.

    ...Hm. Must've been his imagination.

    Shrugging, he approached a flight of stairs and walked down the steps. Slowly, though; They didn't look that stable.


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    Canada
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    Post  Canada on Fri Aug 24, 2012 8:38 am

    Matthew slammed the door behind him, terrified of what he had just seen. He didn't want to go back in that room... He didn't want to be here... He wanted to go home...home...

    Matthew looked around the hallway of the house. Dust. Almost certainly hiding more dark secrets, but there was no way he was going to stay in this place any longer than he had to. He had to make sense of what was going on. He didn't want to make sense of it. He just wanted to get away. Questions circled in his mind...

    The tattoo on his hand... How long had it been there? What did it mean?

    Where was he? How did he get here?

    The others... Where was everyone else?

    Were they here too?

    Matthew doubted that... Looking over the city, the Canadian had seen empty streets... The place was so huge. Even if anyone else was there, how would he possibly find them?

    He was alone... at least for now...
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    Post  Belarus on Fri Aug 24, 2012 9:04 am

    Natalia stormed in the hallway, dusty, bloody walls the farthest from her mind. Her knives had to be somewhere and she was going to find them. She hears a familiar voice. She turns and sees a picture of her beloved brother. Confused but exited she ran to it, but the closer she got, the more it looked like a skeleton. And when she got to the picture, nothing but bone. The skeleton in the picture moved and Natalia instantly punched the picture, punching glass and cutting her knuckles making it bleed. She shook her hand in pain and holding her knuckles to keep it from bleeding more. The picture was completely gone, showing the mirror it actually was. She shook her head. "Stop playing games with me. WHERE ARE MY KNIVES?????" She screamed into the air at no one in particular. "WHERE IS BIG BROTHER!?!?!?!?!? BIG BROTHER!!!!" She ran fast, going in no particular direction. Natalia had to make sure he was ok. And the people who brought her here better hope he's ok, or else.
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    Post  Greece on Fri Aug 24, 2012 9:40 am

    The hallway was like a labyrinth for one of the many he had been as both a teenager and a child traingin or getting lost in. But his labyrinth was different to him this one had a feeling of evil and death around every corner. He knew after being through these types of mazes he had to keep his guard up no matter what. “Heracles don’t worry all will be fine. Stay strong and we will get through this.” He said to himself looking to see if the sword was still in his hand. “Am I the only here in this underworld. Is anyone else I know here I wonder? Well whatever is going I must through it no matter what I just hope everyone else will be fine without me.” Greece said heading towards the end of the hall.

    Turning the corner he heard a familiar sound a sound from his childhood. The voice of his mother. Greece followed the voice to an unlocked door which he entered. Inside was one of the temples just built and in front of him were his siblings the ones still living. And next to them were his mother and Sparta alive and well. Big Brother Greece, Big Brother Greece! Look Athena’s temple is almost finished isn’t amazing? You’re so lucky to have it!” his smaller siblings said excited hugging his legs. “I’m so proud of you Heracles, you’ve made me so proud.” His mother said smiling at him. “M-mother I –I……” Greece said tearing up.

    Out of the crowd of siblings his sister Arma appeared angry mumbling something. “What’s wrong Arma?” Greece bent down to ask. “You Killed Kratos and mother..” his sister said in a whisper. “W-What did you say?” he said backing away. “YOU KILLED MOTHER AND KRATOS! YOU LET THEM DIE WHILE YOU LIVED!” Arma yelled as the room soon to showed ruin and his mother and Sparta’s limp dead bodies appeared. “I didn’t mean it I tried, mother protected me and Sparta just he just lost faith. I tried to save them.” Greece broke down and yelled in such a loud voice that it rang through the labyrinth.
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    Post  Russia on Fri Aug 24, 2012 10:02 am

    Ivan pounded at the door until his gloves were worn and ripping, and then further still until his fists were bloody and sore bust he still refused to stop pounding desperately against the door,
    With each second passing he could feel his sanity drain from him, if he didn’t leave this place soon, he wouldn’t at all.
    After his attempts to compose himself, a near impossible feat considering the torture he was receiving, the Russian took a few steps back before charging at the door with all his dwindling might. As his shoulder made contact with the door, the hinges gave way and gave hope to the man.
    However this hope was quickly and cruelly stolen from the man. Rather than being cast into the gentle sunlight he could only dream of now, he was plunged further into hells depths.
    What stood before the nearly crying man was a seemingly endless corridor with nothing but more mirrors lining the walls.
    These mirrors had again images of the deaths of his sisters but this time, it was worse. Mutilation and flames filled the mirrors. The floor was scattered with blood and broken glass and the air, heavy with the smell of decomposing and burning flesh.
    The Russian shut his eyes and kept his shoulder in front of him as he ran recklessly in the hope that the torment would be over the sooner he left this place.


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    Post  America on Fri Aug 24, 2012 10:19 am

    His boots made a squeaky noise as he moves around, absorbing the room.
    "Where the hell am i?" He moved fast around the room, thinking what to do. He noticed a window within his eye sight and quickly smashed it, he quickly looked down, seeing the drop is high... America gulped, he was hoping being in a small house but this is not what he thought he'll be in for.

    America was in a Big City building, by looking down he could see more corpses on the roads, most of the corpses body parts were missing though, mainly the top of their hands, he wanted to look closey but he can't when hes up this high.

    America looked at the pipe that was at the side, so he grabbed it; going out of the cracked window. He slowly slides down but his ears were hearing something, was it a crack? 'Pfft! Nah'

    He keeps sliding, ignoring the fact that the pipe was breaking. But you know, America is sometimes an idiot and Ignore the Important facts of life.

    The pipe cracked, letting it fall forwards. Suddenly there was a scream, America screamed as he fell along with the pipe!

    "THE HERO CAN'T DIE NOW!?"

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    Post  North Italy on Fri Aug 24, 2012 10:29 am

    Feliciano quickly made his way out of the room he woke up in, finding himself in a fairly large hallway. It was dark, just like the previous room, and some of the walls were cracked. There were windows, some bloodstained, some covered in dirt and such. And, just like the other room, there were broken glass and other various things scattered along the floor.

    Just seeing what was ahead for him sent chills down the Italian's spine.

    He thought to himself, maybe he could just wait in the other room for someone to find him?
    Quickly, he shook his head. That wouldn't turn out well, he would more than likely end up like the dead man that was in that room...

    He would just have to be brave and trudge on. ... It couldn't be as bad as it looked, right?

    ... Oh, how he wished Ludwig was beside him, this would make the situation so much easier. Feliciano was always much braver when he had his blonde lover by his side, encouraging him that everything would be okay, no matter what happened.

    He only hoped that Ludwig was safe... His fratello, Lovino, as well.

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    Post  China on Fri Aug 24, 2012 11:50 am

    Correction. A multitude of voices.

    China couldn't identify any of them; He figured it was just someone in the building trying messing with him.

    He shrugged it off and continued on.


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    Post  KongKong13 on Fri Aug 24, 2012 12:18 pm

    Roasted chestnuts with tea was the best,right? It was sweet, a type of smell that tickled your nose, but it was a pleasant feeling. A smell that brought warmth in someone's heart. But the smell that linger the air.. It was horrible. Rust and a soft gas smell filled his nostrils as he rose up. Wasn't he suppose to be at his house preparing to visit Yao? He opened his eyes, but he saw nothing. Just darkness. The Asian island moved his hands in front of him, and he still couldn't see anything. "Tsk,what the hell happened?"

    Slowly he rose up,trying his best to lean against something. Bars..was he in a cell? "Ah! I almost forgot!" He scrambled in his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He always had one on him, in case he wanted to play with fireworks. He lit it up and found himself in a cell. "..." The door was opened,but where did it led to? Was it safer than here? Where there others? More questions rambled in his mind, but he shook them off.

    With the lighter in his hand, Leon stepped out the cell, and started to walk towards the unknown. Trying his best to conceal any fear he had, Leon shouted, "Is anyone out there? Can you hear me!"

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    Post  England on Fri Aug 24, 2012 3:28 pm

    Arthur took in a shakey deep breath, hoping to calm his nerves.
    'WeLcOmE tO HELL'
    It was a silly thing to get scared of, the young man would never take such a phrase seriously. So why had this scared him now? 
    He froze for a moment, keeping his eyes trained on the floor.
    Something in the room had moved.
    He exhaled quietly, letting his fear escape.
    'I'm not alone here...' he thought as he hastily made his way over to the door. Every step he took made him more anxious to get out of the room. By the time he reached the door his hands were shaking. He struggled to turn the knob, it seemed to be stuck. This time trying with two hands he tried turning it again, his hands shaking violently due to his high and ever-growing level of anxiety. It still woudn't open.
    "Shit!" he cursed as he desperatley tried to open the door again and again. He could feel someone watching him, a dark presence of some kind. Arthur knew this feeling, he's only became too familiar with it since his elementary school days. Every house he had lived in had been haunted by some dark presence and it seemed like this entity had followed him throughout  his whole life. He could never find an explanation as to why, but it certainly kept him awake every night.
    "...what do you want from me?..." his voice came out as more of a squeak than the fearless tone he intended.
    The boy stood there silently, expecting the worse. He knew this thing was powerful enough to kill a nation, or worse it might torture him.
    For what seemed like forever, he felt the presence fade.
    He was alone.
    'Bloody demon...' he wiped the sweat from his forehead and placed his attention back to the door.
    He knew he wouldn't be able to use the door knob, obviously, so he prepared himself to kick the door down. Now if he were a regular human, this would be nearly impossible to do. But, Arthur, on the other hand, was indeed not human. He was a nation.  So of course he could kick this bloody door down!
    That was what he wanted to think anyway. He tried and failed miserably, it seemed like he had no strength at the moment. None at all.
    Maybe magic would work, although he hated to use his spells when it wasn't an emergency, it made him vulnerable to the demons that followed him and that was the last thing he wanted to do in a place like this.  He looked around for any sign of another opening in the room. 
    Hidden behind a broken rocking horse,  the tiniest sliver of light could be seen. 
    A window, maybe? 
    He moved closer. Maybe just with pure luck, he would be on the first floor of this strange building and would be able to climb out. But unfortunately he was not on the first floor. 
    "What were you thinking?..." he scolded himself. He hadn't been thinking rationally, of course whoever trapped him here wouldn't just leave an easy exit out in plain sight.
    He made his way back to the door and slid down back to a sitting position. 
    He might as well give up, at least if he died he wouldn't have to deal with any of the responsibilities of his country anymore.
    Wait.
    What was he thinking?
    He couldn't just lay down and die. He was a country, dammit. He was stronger than that.
    The man stood up again and faced the door, this was an emergency, it counted as one, right? 
    Of course he was right. 
    At least he hoped so. 
    Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and concentrated all of his energy on the door.
    With a single word there was a sudden gust of wind that came from behind and  ripped the door to pieces. Satisfied with the result the man actually smiled for once. 

    Arthur turned back to look at the hanged girl at the back of the room. He saluted to the corpse.
    "Rest in peace... And may God save my soul..."
    Without looking back he walked out the door into a new world that somehow told him, he wasn't coming back.  


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    Post  France on Fri Aug 24, 2012 3:44 pm

    France awoke on the floor of a spotless white room. Or at least that was how it appeared. The light on the ceiling was shining a bright white light, causing the frenchman to shield his eyes. He forced himself to stand before looking around the room. The room really was clean, except for the corners that were crowded with dust, grime, and dirt. There weren't any furnature or windows, and he couldn't find a door due to the light. He looked down at himself to see that he was fully clothed and unscathed.

    As his eyes became accostomed to the bright light, he saw a small note in one of the corners. He stumbled over to go pick it up. As soon as he read it, he dropped the note and took a few steps backward. He turned around and frantically looked for the door. He found it all the way across the room, propped open a little bit. He immediately ran to the door, cursing to himself that he hadn't seen it before.

    The moment he reached the door, he flung it open and ran out, slamming it behind him. He collapsed against the door, breathing heavily. He tried looking around, but the dim hallway looked twice as dark to him. He jumped when he heard some shouts from down the hall.

    Closing his eyes, he shouted towards the noise. "Prussia? Spain? Canada? England? Anyone?"

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