Corpstalia

Welcome to Hell

England's head was pounding as he slowly opened his eyes to the dark room. Sitting up he looked around to get a better look around at his surroundings. He was in a class room. A very shabby class room. Parts of the floor were gone and everything was covered in dust, and England was alone... Or so he thought. It was at this point that England realized that his headache was not because he had hit his head or anything. It was because he was sensing a dark presence. No more like several dark presences that were making him feel sick. "Oh bloody hell... Where did we end up?" He pulled himself up off the ground and went to one of the desks. He inspected it to find that it was an elementary desk. "I'm in an elementary school that seems to be haunted... Great. I wonder if the others are here to." He then spotted the paper on the wall. He approached it to examine it. But it was in Japanese and he couldn't make a word of it. So he decided to move on. Leaving the room he looked back at the sigh over the door and it said 1A. England went down the hall carefully, the place was a mess. He entered the next class room to see if he could find either some clues or one of the other nations. In the room he found America sprawled out on the floor and not moving. England ran to him and knelt down beside him. He gave a breath of relief, America was still breathing. It was also a good thing he was still out. England couldn't imagine how America would act if he woke up alone in a place like this, and running into a ghost alone would have been even worse. As much as he wouldn't want to admit it America wouldn't last in this place by himself for one second. This also confirmed that the others were hear as well. It made England both happy and sad at the same time. England shook America softly. "America hey wake up." America just complainned in his sleep that he didn't want to go to work. England rolled his eyes and shook him harder. "You stupid wanker wake up!" America's eyes flew open and he looked up at England.

"What are you doing in my house?" England didn't know how to respond to that without throwing America into a panic.

"This isn't your house..." America sat up and looked around,

"What the hell is this?" He asked already wide eyed.

"I'm not sure yet. But where ever we are we need to find a way out. okay?" America nodded and stood up. The more he looked around the more freaked he felt.

"Have we been kidnapped by a serial killer?" Of course America would come up with an idea like that. But with the feeling England had America wasn't too far off. England just told the other nation that he didn't know what was going on here and they just needed to get going and find the others. America agreed and the both moved on to the next room. In this room there were some very creepy pictures drawn on the chalk board. A man chasing four little kids with a pair of scissors. America shivered and England just looked around the room trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of something. What he saw worried him and he tried to get America out of that room without him looking in that direction but it was no use. He saw it and he freaked. "G-ghost!" He cried at the top of his lungs and booked it out of the room. England tried to stop him but it was no use. He took one last look at the ghost girl in the corner of the room. She looked young her black hair was over her pail face. A tattered red dress covered her. She seemed to smile at England and that was all he could take. He left the room and went down the hall. Checking every room as he went.  Buy there was no sight of America. "Damn it... He broke way faster than I thought he would... I should have known..."  But not finding America was not the only thing that was bothering him. He didn't see anyone else in his search either.