Tasked With Insanity || A Hetalia Horror Story

The Disappearance of Matthew Williams

'Come with me, Matthew,

No one even notices you anyway,

So what's the harm in disappearing for just a while?'

I thought I was promised a life where people would finally notice me.

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English girl and Canadian boy found together, both dead, at edge of Canadian forest. Autopsy shows signs of abuse from both. Both died from loss of blood.

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'It's not a cause for panic, I bet he's just in the room with us! He is really quiet.'

But he was too quiet.

'Maybe he stayed home today. Maybe he got fed up of us ignoring him.'

But he's always at our meetings regardless.

'Honestly, stop worrying. He's probably just a little late, is all.'

But he's never late, not this late.

I knocked on the door for what must have been the tenth time, shivering in the thin clothes I had worn to the Allies meeting. Wind blew my hair about in all different directions, destroying any attempt I had made to make it look just a little nice.

Canada was cold, but at least it's wilderness was beautiful.

"Matthew.." I groaned, making the move to knock on his door once more.

Before I could, however, a particularly strong gust of wind blew the door right open. After a moment of intense shivering, I stared blankly into the dark house.

The door hadn't been locked?

I took a few steps inside, attempting to see anything in the darkened room as I brushed my hand against the wall beside me to look for a light switch.

As I found it and clicked the light on, another gust of wind shut the door with a slam.

What I missed was the lock clicking along with it.

"Matthew, are you here?"

The sound of my voice, quietened by the howls of the wind outside that grew louder and louder each minute made me feel small, and unnoticed. Even if he was here, he'd never hear me.

Maybe the weather had been so bad earlier that he couldn't make it to the meeting?

I continued on, mentally reminding myself to apologize, when I found Matthew, for entering his house without permission.

I clicked the light on in the next room.. It was a normal living room- a couch and an armchair, a coffee table with a newspaper left lying on top of it- but nothing out of the ordinary.

I went to the next room. Nothing.

The next room.

Nothing.

Like that I searched, occasionally calling out his name until the howling winds got so loud that I couldn't even hear my own voice anymore.

I never found him.

After searching every room in the house, I concluded that Matthew was nowhere to be found, and began making my way back to the front door.

I stopped when I noticed something, something that sent shivers down my spine.

The light in the next room had been turned off.

No glow of light came from the rooms adjacent, either.

All the lights had gone out.

I shook my head and continued on, stumbling in the darkness to the front door. The storm must have cut off the power... right?

As I neared the door, neared my escape, the howling wind ceased to be so loud.

By the time my hand was on the door handle, it had ceased completely.

With it's disappearance, a problem arose.

The door was locked.

My eyes widened in panic. I didn't know where Matthew's door keys were! Why was the door even locked in the first place, it wasn't when I came in!

"Why..."

It was only a whisper, but I heard it clearly enough. I spun around, finding myself face to face with darkness.

"I told you.."

Following the sound of the voice, I stumbled once more into the embrace of the dark.

"I thought..."

Someone grabbed my wrist lightly as I passed by. I gasped, and turned my head to see who.

...

...Matthew.

His blue eyes seemed to give off a dim glow in the darkness, even though they were sad and half-lidded.

"I thought you were the one who could see me.." He whispered. "I thought you were the one who could hear me.."

Once again, my eyes widened.

"I-I can!"

"...But I was shouting all this time.. You walked past me without even giving me a glance.."

His eyes opened fully, lighting up the room only slightly in a way that wasn't humanly possible, and I saw. I saw his face was tear stained, I saw the shackles on his ankles.

I saw the blood splattered on his tearing clothes.

"If you'd have heard me.."

I swallowed tears that arose, what I had seen saddening me, as Matthew gave a sad smile to me.

"You'd have known.. To leave.."

Something grabbed my other wrist, pulling me away from the blonde, bloodied Canadian.

"Otherwise they'd do the same thing to you..."

The blue glow from his eyes disappeared, and the last thing I saw was him falling to the floor with a thud before my own vision clouded with black.

END