Corpstalia

Not All is as it Seems.

Italy ran and ran and ran looking for someone he recognized, by this point he didn't care who it was. Even if it was Briton. He had been running all over the school and still no one. He was all alone and he couldn't take it anymore he sank to the floor and started to cry. "Germany.... Japan... I'm scared where are you?" Italy had been scared many times in his life but this was just too much. The school would still look creepy if it wasn't all dark. It looked so run down that the floor could cave in at any second or the roof might fall on top of you. Italy's shaking became violent and he could hear his teeth chattering.

"You okay?" The voice was so sudden that the frightened Italian was back on his feet and ready to run as fast as they would take him until he saw the girl wearing a red dress in front of him. He tilted his head, she was so small, and she looked so sad. She asked him again, "Are you okay?" Italy could only shake his head. The girl approached him and she took his hand. Her pail face able to be seen better now. She really did look sad, and lonely. "It will be okay." She said. Her voice had a similar ascent to Japan's.

"W-who are you?" Italy's voice was a little shaky but this girl's presence made him feel much better. The girl was smiling now, very sweetly. This made Italy smile to,

"Sachiko Shinozaki."

"Cute name."  Italy smiled at the girl as she started to pull on his sleeve like she wanted him to follow.

Do you like art?" She asked and Italy nodded,

"Oh yes I do very much." Sachiko said nothing more as she started to lead Italy down the hall. It was quite for a long time but every time he started to feel scared Sachiko would squeeze his hand in reassurance. She really was a nice little girl and Italy really liked her company. Then she pointed to a room and led Italy in. There were a bunch of canvases scattered about the room. It was dark but you could see that many had been painted on. Italy started to browse around, Maybe this place really wasn't that bad. There were pictures of cats and flowers and even one of a really nice landscape. He didn't even notice the little girl run to a canvas of her own and start to paint. Until she called,

"Hey do you like my picture.?" Italy came over to look at it and he smiled. It was a really good painting of a bunny rabbit. Italy praised her for it.

"That looks really good! Your very good at art Sachiko." The girl nodded but then she frowned.

"It's missing something," She said as she added some red paint to her brush and then painted a nice red line on the bunny's neck. Italy looked at the picture then to Sachiko with some concern.

"Wh-what's that?" He asked.

"cut." She said as she added trails of red falling from the red line. It was starting to look like blood. Italy started to back away. He didn't like what she was painting and he didn't like the smile that was starting to form on Sachiko's face.  It was wide and unnatural and she started to look quite psychotic  as she continued to paint with only red. Italy began to back out of the room. Once he was out he started to run again. Sachiko was laughing and it didn't sound normal. Italy was now scared again, even more so then he was before.  As he ran he started to realize that he was in a part of the school that he didn't recognize, but he had searched the entire school before... How did he get here? And where was the way back?