Dead & Gone (A Hetalia x Corpse Party Fan Fiction)

Chapter Six: Who's First?

Francis Bonnefoy's POV

          I ran down the halls, trying not to cry out loud. Arthur just told me he wanted me to die. What was I to do?

There was a small hallway. At this point, I did not know where I was. I was lost. So instead of trying, I looked for the nearest bathroom.

At last, I found the male's bathroom. And there were the hanging corpses of the people who died here.

I sat down on the ground, and started crying to myself. Why? Why did Arthur not love me like I loved him? What did I ever do? Is this what I deserved for all I did to him? What about all the memories we shared together? Like the time where you spilled gravy all over my designer jeans on purpose. Or the time when we were bathing together and I accidentally got soap in your eye.

          I chuckled a bit from the memory. Those were great times. Unfortunately, that was no longer relevant. Shortly after, I started crying harder. I needed to process all this.

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After I got over my tears, I decided I would do it. I found an empty stall with a noose hanging from the ceiling. I stood on the toilet and positioned my head in the loop of the noose.

My hands went to tighten the knot until I remembered, I still need to keep my promise! I can't kill myself! What was I thinking? I got out of the stall and ran back into the hall, only to find somebody waiting for me.

It was two ghosts. One was a little girl that was missing one eye. The other one was the ghost of another little girl who was missing her head from the lower jaw up.

I backed away slowly, but a force wouldn't let me move. My whole body was frozen.

"What zhe hell?! What did you do to me? Let me go!" I begged. The two ghosts started laughing. A paranormal force lifted me off the ground.

"Put me down!" I yelled. They didn't listen.

The same force got tighter and tighter around me. The air was thick and I couldn't breathe properly. Then I started feeling it.

That strange force, which was probably being used by the ghosts, started pulling on my body. It seemed as if there were now two different forces, one pulling my upper torso, and the other pulling my lower body. I felt it pulling me in two different directions. Surely I was going to die.

The pain intensified. I started hearing cracks coming from my waist. Then it hit me. I was being pulled apart.

"MAKE IT STOP!" I cried. The pain was so much. I could feel my intestines being ripped apart. The force just got stronger. I can't take this! Please stop!

I have one last painful scream, then I lost consciousness. My last scream could be heard all around the place. I knew it now. I was dead now.

Arthur Kirkland's POV

I watched Francis say goodbye to us. He was crying, and smiling at the same time. But I could tell that smile was fake.

No. I didn't mean that! Come back! Don't go! Please don't kill yourself! Stay with me, I wanted to say. Unfortunately, he was already gone.

"God damnit! That stupid frog!" I yelled angrily. I plopped down on the floor. Lukas sat down next to me. "I knew that he hated me! He just fucking left me! He's stupid!"