Trapped Inside A Hell Hold

Leon wasn't afraid. Not really, but the hallway did give him a reason to be worried. The walls were covered in red paint(or at least he hoped it was red paint). They had pictures of monsters from the Chinese folktales his teacher would tell him about. Holding onto his lighter, he pushed forward.

At the end of the hallway was a room. Curious, he went to open the door, but when he touched the doorknob, he pulled back. "Tsk!" The knob was cold as ice. Was this a freezer room? He now grabbed the door knob with the sleeve of his duangua,though it pained him to ruin it since he just bought it the other day. A hard twist was given and he was allowed inside. What he saw inside made him gag.

Bodies. Bodies everywhere,hanging from the ceiling like pigs in a meat market. All of them sunken eyes, and a few where missing body parts. He looked away, but from the corner of his eye, he saw words on a body. It was all to sickening, but maybe it held a clue as to why he was there. Reluctantly he looked again, and saw a few words in blood no doubt.

yOu CaNnOt EsCApe

"Yes I can!" He shouted as he slammed the door. Any fear he had was now replaced with anger. Whoever did this was doing this to torment him. "You'll see. I'll get out." His legs carried him out into another passage, and there where three ways he could go. Still irritated, he moved forward, to the middle hallway. Eventually he'd run into someone,right? He didn't care who,it could even be that thick brow limey, or his annoying teacher. He just wanted to get out.

After a twisted eternity of suffering, the end of the corridor seemed to loom closer but hope again was stolen away by the hands of the sadistic bastard whom had the pleasure of owning such a place. Insanities grip began to tighten at the sight of no door at the end. “No..it can’t be, why would he do this?!” the broken Russian yelled into the lonely corridor as he realised the only exit was a vent by his feet in which he could barely fit. However this vent, like the rest of this god forsaken place was made to break the Russian. The vent was entirely made of the mirrors that lined the hall, a sea of blood and glass shards flowed outward from the vent, and unlike the mute corridors, ear piercing screams echoed through the vent system. With no other hope of escape, the Russian made his way into the vent, shards cut his face and the splash of blood as he moved started to slowly blind him.

Ivan was not ready to give up, it had felt like weeks since he had first awoken here, but he knew it could have only been a few hours.

He believed that the sights he’d seen in the corridor could not be bested, however he was wrong, that and the screams were slowly causing the poor man to panic. Ivan knew that the moment he panicked was the moment he would get stuck and die there one way or another.
Half way into the system of vents the blood began to flow in the Russians favour, he simply let the flow of blood take his limp body until he eventually fell out heaped into a new room, it was larger but the mirrors were still there.

In the centre of the room was a figure with his hand outstretched. “Please, make it stop, help me” the Russian said crawling to the figure, raising himself as high as he could, his jacket soaked through with blood and his face cut and bloody, outstretching his hand. Just before the Russian felt unconsciousness claim his mind, his eyes shot open as he saw the smile on the figures face and realised... that must have been the man to put him there, the man he’d just begged... his last thought as darkness encroached on his vision was “... damn it”

Sealand couldn't believe his eyes. Right in front of him, a small child lay down lifelessly on the floor with a knife stuck on his back. He thought these kinds of stuff only happens in comics and anime, but then he was proved wrong. The young micronation couldn't help but shiver at the sight.
Looking around, he noticed that he was inside a strange, dark room. There were a lot of empty boxes that were stacked carelessly, and what he thought were once wall frames were shattered on the floor. It reminded him all of those horror video games he and America usually played on the PS3. Speaking of the older nation, he couldn't wait to tell this to America once he got out of the place. Once everyone knew of his brave act here, he would finally be recognized as a country!
Feeling a bubble of courage building up inside, he turned back to the corpse. He pretended to be a detective, walking around the the dead boy's body with his hands motioning to look like he was holding a magnifying glass. Noticing blood running out of the boy's back where the knife has been planted, he thought that the boy might've been killed just recently.
Something on the sole of the boy's foot caught his eye. He moved closer to see a bar code imprinted on it. Weird. Why would there be a bar code? Does that mean they were trying to sell him? He shrugged, not really sure of his observations.
Another thing caught his eye as he looked up to the corpse. Inside the boy's pocket, a piece of folded paper was hiding inside it. He slid it out and opened it. There were words written on it in a weird language he tried to figure out.
"Boring." he said to himself as he yawned for more effect. He decided to look around the place. There might be other rooms out there. He kept the note inside his large sailor hat and walked confidently towards the door, taking one last glance at the dead boy before finally getting out of the room.

((Is it alright? Sorry if I'm not that good! XDD))

China huffed. He'd been wandering around aimlessly for fifteen minutes, and it was starting to annoy him greatly.

He froze when he thought he heard something...

....Crashing? And... screaming?

He didn't even have time to blink when he felt a massive weight fall on top of him, knocking the wind out of the old nation.

If real life was an anime, there would be little dragons flying around China's, along with swirly eyes.

"Aiyah..." Now he knew how Japan felt.

((OH MY GAH! Zhis is 'orrible!))

He kept falling and falling, he was holding onto the pipe before but was now long gone. He closed his eyes and thinks of Happy things...

'Think of burgers... Juicy burgers'

Suddenly he felt something cushion his fall.

He felt fluffy cushions on his back, it looked like he fell into a store which sells futons. Wow, Lucky me. He soon got up and went outside.

He walked while he checked the corpses, seeing that most of the corpses brains are missing.

"Dude... it better not be zombies, is this a nightmare?" He said to himself, its not like anyone is listening. So he used his left hand and pinched his cheek; hurting him as he squealed

He pinched it a few times, squealing a bit more then he stopped. He pouted, knowing that this wasn't a nightmare but he hopes he finds some burgers on the way, even though he had one in his pocket but it wasn't there but they left the wrapper there. Filthy litter bugs.

He toke the note out of his pocket, looking at it... "Wait... Now i know. its upside down. Haha!"

America turned it around, reading the words made him drop the note to the ground. The note slowly fell like a feather, the blood cushioned its fall.

"No..."

America was shocked but mostly angry, scared and sad. That note was now digging in his heart. The words - "YoU SuRe, YoU'Re RIghT? WelL NO, YOu'rE WRONg YoU'LL See THe Sun, BeLiEVE thE DaRK. SOon YoU'LL DISappEAR anD be ForGOTTEN. ReaL HEROS kilL. If IT'S LiFe yoU WAnt, KiLL if yOu Must..."

"No..." He said again.

Never before had the brunette felt so vulnerable. It was a feeling she didn't experience often and it made her sick to her stomach. Unfortunately, now was not the time for self pity, the longer she leaned against the wall of the hallway, the more anxious she became, especially when she started hearing screams and voices. She wasn't entirely sure if they were really there or if it was all in her head. Hopefully it's not the latter.

Pulling herself together she pushed herself away from the wall, leaving a bloody hand print from when she had touched the pool of blood from the room she was in earlier. The sight made her cringe and she wrinkled her nose at the smell of iron.

"I need to find someone...anyone..." Even if it was someone she didn't care for, she'd at least be a little relaxed to know that she wasn't completely alone.

Without further ado, she continued down the hall, occasionally glancing over her shoulder. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but it felt like she was being followed by someone...or something.

“Now, Now big brother, if you want my forgiveness all you have to do is few things.” Arma said with a smirk. “There is?” Greece said looking up to see the figure smiling. “Of course big brother all you have to do is get rid of the mean people who are after us. They have a bar code like you in different places though. They’re all over this place all you have to do is kill them.” The illusion told Greece circling him. “But why kill them? Isn’t there another way?” Greece asked stunned at what the image said. “It’s the only way to my heart and out. Don’t worry I’ll be with you all the way big brother as long as you’ll protect me. You promise to do that?” The illusion of his sister asked. “Think about this for a second you. Amara’s all grown up and what is this thing?” Greece thought to himself. “Please big brother it’s scary out there please.” The young Amara grabbed onto his leg begging him.

Greece’s brotherly intuition took over his common sense and nodded that he would protect her. “Fine but there will one person I will not kill understand Amara?” Greece said taking the fake girls hand. “I’m guessing a girl? Is she pretty?” The girl asked as they left the room. “Yes to both Amara. Now how do we get out of here?” Greece asked his little sister. “Out the door glowing yellow straight ahead.” Amara pointed. After going through the door Greece saw a broken city in front of them. Okay Amara up on my shoulders it’s time to get out of the underworld.” Greece said setting the girl on his shoulder then following a path that lead down.

Ludwig exited the building and felt a gush of much cooler and thinner air blow over him and into his lungs.

He walked swiftly as possible through the streets, looking down the various roads and alleyways, desperately looking for his brother and Feliciano.

He knew it was a good idea to stay silent, his many years spent at war told him that would earn nothing but a quick and painful death.

He nervously reached into his pocket in hopes he would have some form of defense in it.
He found his switchblade.
The knife was useful for cutting fabric and food. If he slashed or stabbed from arm's length, it could give him enough time to run if he was attacked. If he got close enough to slice at an artery, it could be lethal.

He had wandered for several hours before seeing someone with a head of auburn hair sitting behind a long-abandoned dumpster, legs pulled up to their chest in nervousness. He took the knife from his pocket on instinct.

"Feliciano?" he said raggedly, his throat dry. He held the blade behind his back, in case the huddled figure turned out to be a violent stranger.

After several tense seconds, they looked up.



((Sorry for the horrendous writing and post :( Hopefully it's not too unrealistic....))

"Pull yourself together Mattie... It's fine..." Matthew lied to himself. He knew nothing was fine... He stood in silence for a while, staring at the strange bar-code on his left palm.

The hallway Matthew stood in was rather small. He looked first to his left at and saw the corridor only lead a small distance further leading to two other doors. When he turned to his right, he saw the hallway lead only a short while further to a flight of stairs. Matthew decided it would be better to find an exit than to go exploring in the situation he'd found himself in so swiftly moved in the direction of the stairs and almost ran down the narrow staircase.

At the bottom of the stairs, Matthew reached a small landing. The landing was as quiet and dust covered as the rest of the house and Matthew was certain if he stayed any longer he'd discover something he wished he hadn't. There were a few doors that Matthew guessed would lead off to God knows where and, standing quietly in the landing, there was a small table. It wasn't the table, but what was on it that caught his eye.

He cautiously moved from the spot he was standing and walked toward what he was looking so curiously at. As he got closer he slowed down and recognised the fake blue rose he'd seen...how long before? He couldn't quite figure out how long he had been in the house now...

He got closer and saw the rose lying on a small table, bleeding...

"Is it...the same one?"

Matthew looked closely at the rose. It was the same in every way to the one he'd seen in the bedroom before.

"How did it get out here...?"

Matthew stood in front of the small table quietly, staring at the bloodied rose.

Slowly he moved his eyes higher and saw his reflection in a mirror smeared with blood.

tAke mE wItH YoU

The handwriting was different to that he'd seen on the paper in the bedroom. It was still rough and hard to read but it had a different style to it and was almost obviously written by somebody, or something, else. Matthew paused for a moment, trying to take in the information. His mind was filled with unanswered questions...

"Take me with you...?" He said a loud. He looked back down at the rose. "Does it mean... this?" When Matthew looked back up at the mirror, the writing was gone, replaced by the single child's hand print in blood in one corner of the mirror and the word

yEs

This was all so confusing... What was happening, and why?

As he was thinking, Matthew heard yelling. Screaming. Shouting. There were others? He tried to make out some of the voices but he barely had any time to think before his hearing seemed to disappear. His head felt as if it was being crushed between two large objects as something tried to reach into his mind. He held his head in pain and shouted out as his mind was pierced by a pain he had never experienced before, but he couldn't even hear his own yelling.

There was a sudden relax and everything went silent and Matthew, gasping for breath, heard a single voice whisper inside his head

"You're alone..."

His head took a final stab of pain before it returned to normal and he was able to hear himself breathe again.

"Don't tell me what I ALREADY KNOW!"

Matthew span round in frustration and fear, half expecting someone to be standing behind him, when he turned around however, hiding in the dark shadows, was a figure. For a split second, Mattie thought he may have finally found someone else in this hell with him, but when he came to terms with what he was looking at, it was a young girl lying on the ground in front of him.

She looked as if she were asleep. Her long hair was a dirty blonde and was hiding her face, her legs and arms were so skinny you could almost make out her bones. She looked as pale as her torn white dress and was likely no older than 10... But somehow, she had ended up here... in this strange place...

...dead...


Cautiously, Matthew moved closer to the corpse of the young girl. He moved her hair from her face and saw she was crippled and pale as a sheet, her eyes closed peacefully as though she had simply fallen into a sweet dream, yet her face was so lonely. It was as if she had simply been left behind, alone to die...

Matthew stared at the corpse in silence. It was strange... He could almost see himself in her position...

Above everything else, that's something he really didn't want...

The Canadian noticed the girl was holding a small piece of paper. Cautiously, Matthew reached out and took it from her frail hand. He unfolded the the note but when he opened it, the paper was too smeared with blood to make out any of the writing. "Hmm..." Matthew sighed, looking back at the young girls hand.

Looking again, he saw there were violent slashes across her wrist. Matthew stumbled backward in terror at the sight. He looked at her other hand and noticed the small knife the girl was holding.

"A child... A child put under so much torment she would do this to herself?" Matthew took a second glance at the vigorous slashes and noticed dark marks on her wrist. It appeared she had been attacking the bar-code like marking imprinted on her skin...

"I'm so sorry..." The Canadian apologized, knowing it wasn't any of his fault. But she was only a child... He couldn't help but feel sorry for her...

He put the blood stained note in his pocket hoping he may be able to make out what it said later on and removed the small knife from the child's hand... He stood up straight looking back at the young girl a final time. He wanted so much to help her, but there was nothing he could do for her now...

Matthew turned back to the rose on the table. The writing on the mirror had changed once again.

wOulD YoU raThEr Be AlOnE?

It was messing with him. It was messing with his head and he knew it, but it was working.

Mattie hated being alone.

If he took the rose with him, it would be... something...anything...

He felt like an idiot for trusting something in this hell hole but, slowly, he reached out and picked up the small blue rose. Blood was running from the petals and down the stem but the flow seemed to slow down at his touch. He held the fake rose in his hand and stared at it momentarily, considering whether he had made the right choice.

"...fine"

click

The sudden noise startled the Canadian. It had come from a little further down the hallway. The rose in one hand, the small knife in the other, Matthew made his way toward it.

The sound had come from a large oak door that lead off a little from the landing and, out of all of the doors, this one looked most likely to be the exit. Matthew put the knife in his pocket temporarily so that he could reach out to the door handle. He wrapped his shaking fingers around the cold metal and slowly turned it and pulled the door open.

He was met by a cold blow of wind and the distant sound of screaming.

There were others. He didn't care who they were. There were others.

Matthew retrieved the knife from his pocket and held it firmly in his left hand. The screaming and shouting was coming from a little further off toward the other side of the large city.

He was ready.

Swiftly, Matthew broke into a run down the lonely streets. He had found hope and he wasn't going to let it slip away.

No matter what.

As Ivan regained consciousness, he jerked forward, and his eyes shot open, he pulled his once limp body upright, as he remembered the smirk on the face of the man who he could only assume had put him there.
To the Russians anger, there was no sign of the man.
Something across the room caught his eye, distracting the enraged Russian there was an empty mirror, deciding to check the damage done to min by the shards, he approached the mirror cautiously, as Ivan stared blankly into the mirror, only to realise for the first time that the lower half of his face had been bandaged entirely and he could feel no pain from the shards. The only other changes he could find were that his jacket was no longer soaked with blood and his gloves were no longer ripped and worn.
The man couldn’t have been a hallucination, and Ivan knew why his wounds had been stitched and bandaged, his captor couldn’t have any fun if his captive bled to death.
In his anger the Russian thrust his newly gloved fist into the mirror in front of him. To hi surprised, it shattered revealing the outside world for the first time in what felt like weeks. He was in a large city, but there was silence and not a soul to be seen.. “If that broke..Unlike the others.. Then maybe.. Just maybe” Ivan muttered as he began to break the mirrors lining the room getting more and more frantic as his destruction was coming to no avail.

When Ivan had reached the faith mirror in the room, all of his hopes of escape had gone, but desperation forced him to continue smashing the mirrors, with each scene of torture shattered inform of him, the Russian told himself he would never let that happen to them. As the fifth mirror smashed, Ivan rejoiced as a staircase lay in front of him. He concluded that was how the man had entered the room. Without a second thought the Russian began running down the flights of stairs yelling “I will find you!!”

After much searching through the maze which was the hallways of somewhere he didn't even know, Feliciano finally exited the damaged and run-down building and was finally outside.

" Ve.... It feels good to be out again... I never thought I'd get out of there... " He thought to himself as he looked around. He noticed something that made his heart skip a beat.

A man in a blue uniform. With short, blonde hair.

Could it be...?? No, it had to be him!

" L... Ludwig...??? " Feliciano called out, hoping it wasn't just some stranger he mistook as his lover.

Oh, please let it be him. He couldn't stand another minute being alone...

Long hallways, Arthur never liked them. It reminded him of those days in high school where the older students would push him around and embarrass him in front of large crowds. The boy was never the popular type in school, people joked and bullied him all year long, every year. That is until he was fortunate enough to be appointed as his beloved country's personification. That was probably the best day of his life, not to mention he finally got some respect from his former enemies. The man smiled at this thought.
Unfortunately that happy moment was interrupted by something that appeared in the distance. Arthur stopped and squinted his eyes as he tried to figure out what the strange object was in the distance.
A flashlight maybe?
The object moved and suddenly disappeared.
"Wait!" England called after it.
There was no answer.
He frowned and called after it again, this time raising his voice a bit louder.
Still no answer.
The man suddenly felt his anxiety come back and began to feel jumpy, deciding there was no point in staying close by the strange room he woke up in, he ran in the direction he saw the light go.

After what seemed like an hour of running, he stopped. There was still no sight of the strange light he saw before. Maybe it was just an illusion...
He stopped for a bit and sat down with his back up against the wall. He needed more light. The hallway was barely lit up enough to see where he was.
Remembering he still had his cigarette lighter in his pocket, he hastily pulled it out and flicked it on. To his disappointment, it looked like the hallway was never ending. From what he could see, there was no turnoff point nearby either. He got up and started walking in a random direction. Maybe if he kept on going straight he would eventually find a doorway or something that would lead him out.
Interrupting his train of thought, the sound of running footsteps filled the hallway. England turned his head, looking for whoever was causing the sound. A hand brushed up against his shoulder,
"Hurry up, will ya? You're going to miss the fight!"
It was the voice of a child, Arthur saw the boy was no older than about 14. He watched as the boy passed him and raced down the hallway. As he ran after him, the man couldn't help but notice the scene before him had transformed into a school hallway. More and more high school aged kids appeared and all ran in the same direction as the young boy had gone. Up ahead, Arthur saw an ever-growing circle of kids crowding around an empty classroom, every one of them screaming the words,
"Fight, fight, fight!"
Arthur moved in closer to the scene in front of him, he tapped on the shoulder of a young boy standing in front of him and asked,
"What's going on?"
The teen snorted in an obnoxious way that annoyed Arthur greatly, but the man kept himself under control and waited for the boy to answer.
"You must live under a rock if you really don't know what's going on." he stopped to tell his friend standing next to him how ridiculous Arthur's question supposedly was then turned back to the man,
"Little Artie's getting what he deserves-" his friends laughed.
England decided there was no point in trying to get anymore information on what was going in from this git. He turned away and pushed through the crowd to get to the front. The scene played out before him was a shocking one.
On the floor lied a small boy, maybe no older than 14. He was sobbing hysterically, clutching his stomach, and calling for help. Standing over him was a taller boy, about 16 or older. The taller boy stood on the smaller boy's back and started laughing. The crowd laughed along with him. Arthur on the other hand, had enough. He pushed more people in the crowd out of the way until he finally made his way over to the front.
"Stop it, right now!" Arthur commanded the older boy.
The older boy laughed and replied,
"What's it to you? You're not my mum."
Arthur took another step forward, his anger rising with each step he took.
"Do what I say or you're going to get hurt."
The boy stepped off the younger boy and stood a foot away in front of the man. He was trying to intimidate him, Arthur thought.
"Yeah, so what are you going to do about it, huh?" he shoved Arthur and stepped in closer. Arthur could feel more and more energy forming in his hand, he looked back into the boy's eyes.
"You know, I really hate people like you." Arthur seethed.
The boy stepped back a bit but still held his obnoxiously proud face, "You gonna fight me?"
Arthur lifted his left hand and took his glove off revealing the whole hand itself covered in black ink. He grabbed the boy's face and lifted him off the ground.
"No...fighting is not a very gentlemanly way of settling things-" Arthur smiled, "I'm just going to kill you."
The boy screamed as Arthur laughed.
The muffled screams felt like music to the man's ears. He smiled wider as the boy's face became twisted in agony and fear. Turning back to the crowd while still holding the boy, he laughed triumphantly.
But to his surprise there was no crowd, the setting had changed back to the long, lonely hallway, and there were no muffled screams anymore. Looking back at where the younger boy would've been, Arthur was relived to see he was still there. He rushed over to help him.
"Hey, are you...okay?"
The boy looked up at the man with pained eyes,
"You're just like me..." the boy said. He reached into his pocket and took of a small piece of folded paper.
"This...is for you." he handed it to the man and watched as Arthur opened it.
'KiLlEr In ThE hAlLwAy'
Arthur felt the sudden feeling of fear rush back in, he looked up from the note to ask the boy where he got he note. But there was no one there. Just the same old hallway the man had been wandering in for hours.
Arthur stood up hastily and ran in a random direction hoping to find a way out.
Lights from the ceiling stared to flick on as he ran farther down the hallway.
"What do you want from me?" the man screamed.
As he ran, he stuck his left hand out and let it scrape against the walls leaving long black streaks behind him.
'getridofitgetridofitgetridofit...'
Something was behind him, Arthur ran faster despite the fact his legs felt like they would give in at any time.
The black ink on his hand started to change color as more blood seeped out his splintered fingers.
"What's going on?!" the hallway started to spin and shake. Arthur tripped and fell face down on the floor. A load bang erupted from behind. A gunshot, slowly followed by laughter. Arthur struggled to get up. Was he shot?
No.
'There are kids, everywhere...laughing at me-
Why is there a gun here?
Someone...is kicking me.'
"Stop!" he heard someone yell. It sounded like his own voice. He looked up and saw himself.
He felt something sticky on his chest, it was wet...and smelled of iron. Looking at his hand, he saw it was covered in blood.
'Pain.
I'm dying...
Someone...please.'
He saw his other self rush over to him'
"Are you...okay?" he heard him ask.
Arthur felt his hand move automatically move towards his pocket.
'The note.
I have it...'
He handed it to his other self and watched as the man's face changed and his expression grow dark. The man looked up but not directly at Arthur. He was looking around as if he lost sight of the boy, he was still there. Why couldn't he see him?
"I'm here! Wait! Don't leave me-" Arthur crawled over to where the man stood.
He was gone.
'Mirrors.
Everywhere.'
Reflections of himself lined up the hallway, Arthur noticed he was in the form of a child, the same child he had helped only moments before.
He crawled towards the nearest mirror and punched it using all the strength he had left. The glass shattered all over the floor, some shards laid stuck in Arthur's hand, but he didn't care. What he saw before him brought tears of happiness to his eyes.
He was free.
A large city laid before him. The boy crawled out of the mirror and into what looked like someone's backyard. It was filled with flowers and the ground was covered with grass.
He was free.
Surprisingly some of his strength came back to him and he was able to stand up again. Looking at his stomach, he was there was no blood stain anymore and it seemed he was looking like himself again.
"Ha!" he yelled,
"Looks like your sick plan didn't work after all."
He pulled out the two notes he found in he hallway to smirk at the stupidity of them only to find the notes had changed.
The words...only got worse.
Arthur screamed at the top of his lungs and ripped the notes into the smallest pieces possible.
There really was no escape.

'bEaT mAiM rIp TeAr ScReAm gOuGe sLiT sLaSh SpLiT KILL'


((Is it bad that being at school inspired me to write this part? xD
and I'm sorry about the horrible writing this time D: I hope it kind of made sense anyway lol ))

Finland winced in pain as he slowly awoke, not recognizing the dark room he found himself lying in. “S-Su-san….? Hello…?” he whimpered as he arose from the floor, brushing off his sore legs. He looked around the darkened room, noticing dry blood stains everywhere and the air smelt of corpses. His violet eyes scanned the room more, not finding anything useful to tell him where exactly he was. He couldn’t remember what exactly he was doing before he found himself in the room except for being with his close friend “Su-san”. His attention was grabbed as he noticed a dark figure in one of the corners of the room; the figure almost seemed human like. A small bit of hope rose in his heart as slowly crept towards it. As he gained closer, he noticed the figure was a human, a little girl in fact. As he stood in front of the little girl, his eyes widened and his heart almost sunk. She reeked of death with a hint of sweetness. The Finnish male was shocked at the sight, knowing that she wasn’t alive. He scanned the corpse hoping that she may have some kind of map with her. He almost gave in until he noticed her bare shoulder revealing some sort of barcode. A barcode…and on her neck...? He thought as he stared for what seemed like hours. As he stared, he started to wonder if he had one too on his neck. He snapped out of his thoughts and continued to examine the poor corpse, still searching for something of use. He slightly gasped as he saw a small note placed in the girl’s hand. He slowly reached towards it, hoping that nothing would reach out at him like in one of the movies he saw with America one time. As he took the folded note, he backed away from the corpse and unfolded it. As he read it, the corner of his violet eyes swelled with tears and widened, then dropped the note. The note fell to the floor, revealing a sentence terribly written in blood at the very bottom.
“W-Welcome…to H-Hell….?”

The one behind the dumpster was not Feliciano.

It was a strange young man that reached for him desperately. He had dark circles under his eyes, and was covered in grime and dirt.


"Help...me....carry me...."


The man was not violent, so there was no reason to stab him in self defense. At the same time, helping him could be risky. He could possibly turn on him very quickly and attack.
Ludwig felt a bit pained as he turned and walked away from the man.

As he walked back down the main road, he saw him.

It was Feliciano and he was completely positive it was.

He could see his face and his big brown eyes.

He heard him whimper "L....Ludwig?"

Ludwig began to run as fast as his legs could carry him to reach Feliciano.

"F-Feli..." he said hoarsely, his voice quiet.

He was standing in front of him now.
He was at a loss of words, and simply gave him an open-mouthed stare.
He silently prayed that Feliciano would say something, as his mind had gone completely blank upon seeing him.


((I think the quality of my posts is declining as I go along. :( ))

Feliciano's heart felt like it could just explode, just seeing the blonde man in front of him.

Without even thinking, he ran towards the larger man and embraced him tight in a hug, crying loudly and burying his face in the other's chest.

" L--Lud...!!! " He was just happy the German was alive, and with him now.


(( FFFFFF SHORT POST.
Iapologize. ))

It was getting hard for America, reading that note made him realise something is going on, and thus it involves murder. He never liked that sort of idea, hurting someone to get what he wants in life.

He slowly stomped on the note, letting the paper get wet from the blood. as he stomped on the note, the blood was starting to stain the bottom on his Right boot

The boot stopped, as he glazed on the blood coated note. His blue sky eyes kept staring at the note in till he hear something, was it a crash from a window? or something else.

America wondered if anyone else is here. he clearly remembered he was at his own house, with Prussia. but how the hell did he get in here. its not like people just suddenly kidnapped him. Thats stupid. Humans don't really know our true selves as countries. but if some humans were still living here; he might as well use his human name.
Alfred F Jones.

Sounds, thumping against the croaked path, he slowly turned; seeing someone but it was blurry so he couldn't even tell if it was a she or a he. slowly he blinked and that person wasn't there any more. Was it hallucination? His mind could be tricking him?

He turned around, walking slowly as the thumping was now gone. he sighed with a relief as he continued with the slow pace. "What should i do..." saying to himself again because he was alone... No England, No Prussia, no Mattie. Not even that Pervert France.
He was getting more lonely every second. He wished he was just with one of them, well maybe not France. He wished he was with Prussia... He wonder if Prussia was here to. "He can't be here..." He shook his head as he continued but with a faster pace on the pavement.
He gotten quite worried after feeling that someone might be here. but lose or hurt.
"IS ANYONE HERE!?" He shouted with his hero voice, hoping someone will answer. "PLEASE ANSWER!?" the feeling of being alone was really getting to him... it really was. "ANYONE!?" he crouched down, seeing another note; as the note was in someone's mouth.

He gulped as he reached in, he didn't want to do this but he had to. His fingers touched the note; slowly pulling it out of the corpse's mouth.

Reading the note carefully as he said the words outloud. "YoU'RE GoNna DiE, If yoU doN'T be A heRO aND KILL!"

He ripped it up. What did it mean!? He doesn't want to kill! Are they trying to make him kill other people? Maybe other countries? He wondered as he journeyed onwards.

(( Its starting to get hard thinking of more words DX ))

The Italian was still quivering from being so nervous, but with Ludwig now with him, he could calm down a little.

" V-Ve... Ludwig, a-are you sure it's safe here...? " He looked around. There didn't seem to be anyone in the building, and it looked safe enough, compared to the previous building he was in before. There wasn't as much broken glass or blood here, and best of all, there wasn't any dead bodies.

Yet.

Every step he took was heard. Tap tap tap. And each step he took kept irritating him. How wonderful he thought. Every now and again he would hear a scream,which at first frightened him, but as time when by, he became accustomed to it. It scared him, being used to such a horrifying thing. But there was nothing much he can do. And each room after the freezer room,he kept finding rooms with children, no older than maybe ten or twelve years old.

He only opened the rooms and quietly mutter a small prayer,but he wouldn't get near the bodies of the children. All of them were either too bloodied up or horribly disfigured for him to even get near them. The hallway led him to other hallways,which led him to even more hallways. It was a giant maze he assumed,and that thought made him angry. Probably the person who did this was watching from who knows were at this spectacle.

Another door appeared,this time to the right of him, and he stopped. Another room of dead bodies. Why would he want to go there? No, he would turn back and.. "..!!" When he did, he wasn't in the hallway anymore. "How..?!" His new location was a room,with that door being the only way out. A small curse was said, before he reluctantly grabbed the door knob. A small pause was given before he turned it, and pushed the door in.

It was dark inside,but thankfully he had his lighter. Leon took a step forward, and shouted, "Hello? Anyone in there?" From what he could see, it was a regular room. A small wave of relief came as he stepped into the room. A switch was at the door, and he didn't hesitate in turning it on. That feeling of relief disappeared as stared into the room. "T-Teacher!" Quickly he ran towards the body, and glanced at it. It was China! He was..

No! He was a nation! His teacher wouldn't die like this..would he? He shoved the lighter back into his pocket, and reached out to touch his face. "Rubber.." He mumbled as he stroked the face. It wasn't real. It was just a doll that was made to look like him! "Of course..you're laughing at my reaction,aren't you?" He said to no one in particular. He wasn't so sure on how to feel anymore. As he moved away from the doll,he noticed to strange things on it.

Aside from the blood, there was something in the doll's right hand. "A note?" The Asian grabbed the note and unfolded it to read it's content. In Chinese, it read, "yOU wOrkED HarD oN LeaVIng BUT ThEre IS nO wAy OuT"

"Shut up! Shut up!" He chucked the paper at the doll's head, and shook. Always quiet and the big brother type. That's how he was, but in this strange place it was changing him. For the worse most likely since he felt angrier and more violent each time he saw a note or a body. The other thing that ticked him off was the set of bar codes on the bodies of people.

Outside they might be people,but in here,they were just objects with numbers and codes. It was an insult to them, and to himself. Just as he suspected, the doll had one. It was on it's cheek. He hoped that he didn't have one. He didn't want to be demoted as a thing. But what he didn't know that he did indeed have one. It was on his upper right arm. But because of his clothes, he didn't see it. "I'm tired.."

All this walking and anger was making him tired. He probably shouldn't rest, but he wanted to. Maybe shutting his eyes would relief him. So he closed his eyes, and hoped that he would get some peace.

"I have to find someone." Slowly he opened his eyes, and gasped. The room,the doll! They all disappeared! Leon now found himself outside, in a city it seemed. Far ahead, he noticed a figure. It was too far away to tell if it was a man or a woman, friend or foe. But he had to take his chance. "Hello!" He said,in English. "Are you a friend?" Slowly he walked up the street, and glanced all around him and at the figure ahead of him. If it was a friend, he'd greet it with a bow. If it was an enemy, he would have to get something to protect himself.

Leon prayed that he didn't as he stopped to get a rusty knife from the ground. The knife was hidden in his sleeve, and he marched forward. "I'm Hong Kong. But you can call me Leon."

“Big brother what does that girl look like? Is she really that pretty?” Arma asked riding on Greece’s shoulder. “She’s very pretty Arma. If you were to put her next to Aphrodite she would be just as beautiful. She has a baise marble color to her hair and navy blue eyes that matches the dress and bows she wears. She has a habit of carrying around knives and to many other she’s scarey but when you get to know her she’s nice. And she has a cat too; I know how you love cats Arma.” Greece said smiling back at the young girl. “She’s sound so pretty. What’s her name Herc?” The image asked leaning on her brother’s head. “That Arma you will have to wait and see until we meet her then you will know her.” Heracles smiled at hearing his nickname again. “Yes big brother I can’t wait to meet her, and if you like her so much let’s leave her death till the end.” The image of Amara thought to herself as an evil grin ran across her face.

“Brother I’m bored I wanna do something fun.” Amara whined. “Not now we have to find the others and someplace to rest.” Greece replied in a serious tone. An expression of boredom filled her face as she rolled her eyes. Twirling her finger corpses started to rise from their places on the ground. “Big brother the bodies behind you are coming alive. Please don’t let them get me!” Amara screamed. Greece spun around to face the decaying bodies and pulled the sword he grabbed earlier. “I won’t Amara not while I’m here for you.” Greece said running towards the bodies hacking and slashing them as the sword cut through them. It was like the bodies were made of butter and his sword was a hot knife just cutting through them until the last one fell into two pieces. “Nothing will touch you now come on.” Greece said still holding the sword tight in his hand. A while down Greece noticed something sparkle out of the corner of his eye. Reaching down he picked up a small cloth bag. Looking inside he saw it was filled with coins. “I know what we have to do with these Amara.” Greece said closing the bag and continued walking. “River Styx payment Herc?” Arma said curious. “Indeed, for those who died in this battle.” Greece said blankly. “If it happens to me place a coin on both my eyes, understand?” Greece asked turning a corner. “I will, but I know you will make it out. I know it.” Amara replied excited.

Around the corner was a hillside covered in mirrors. Looking at the mirrors all Heracles saw was himself and his sister holding his hand. But what Arma saw was a snake with black scales and eyes as red as blood slithering beside Heracles. This, this was her true form. Turning another corner Greece saw the body of a man he knew well. That man was England. “ENGLAND,ENGLAND I’M OVER HERE!” Greece yelled waving his hands for the Englishman to see hoping he would get his attention.

( note in Greek mythology Snakes were shape shifters.)

Smiling slightly, and in the first time in awhile, Feliciano sat down in Ludwig's lap, making himself comfortable.

" Ve... I can stay up with you... " He was tired, but he didn't want to sleep if Germany wasn't going to.

Feliciano sighed slightly, he knew arguing with Germany would get him nowhere.

He nuzzled his head into the blonde's muscled chest, already feeling great safety just by being in his grip.

" F-Fine, ve... Just a tiny nap... "