Hetalia Countries Play Slenderman/Horror Games

Canada

So I thought you guys would like a little dose of Canadians and horror games, with American brothers involved of course. So I hear this story's been getting around, so feel free to request in the comments what countries you want to see play slender, and I promise I'll get around to writing them up! :D as always, smash that vote button, I'm now taking requests, see yas!!

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Canada was sitting at the back of the allies meeting, unnoticed, as usual. After the meeting, his brother, America, ran up to him, clearly excited about something. Canada guessed it was McDonald's lowering their prices on burgers (again), and raising their prices on salads (again). But no, he was holding a cd disk. "DUDE!!!!! Wait, who are--"

"I'm Canada. Your little brother...oh! And I'm so sorry to interrupt. And to use the word "and" after a period. AH! I just did it again. Forgive me, eh--"

"Yeah, yeah. Forget that, EH, bro! I got a game for you to try out! A computer game!" Before Canada could respond, America had already shoved the game into his hands and pushed him into a dark room with a computer and a desk. America slammed the door behind Canada, and the Canadian nation was left alone...again.

"Hmm..Slender-man...," Canada said, then slid the game into the PC and sat in the gamers chair. He slid on the headphones, and immediately paled at the demonic, heartbeat-like drumbeat that was playing. His eyes widened. "America!" He whisper-yelled. "T-this is a horror game! You know me and horror games! Can't I just let you win in wii hockey, like usual?!" But America was gone. Just Canada, alone in the pitch black room, staring at his monitor. He was a character, walking through the forest, with a little flashlight to keep him safe. "S-so...e-eight pages, e-eh?" He asked himself shakily. "Why is this game called--oh! Is that a page?" He walked over to a tree, and upon seeing a white page with the words NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO written on it, his face went from bright, fluorescent white to glowing green with sickly fear. He clicked the page, and almost wanted to bail right there. "Now..I remember America talking about how you never turn around--" he said to himself as he turned around. He squeaked and choked on the air he was inhaling as he saw a man with no face flash on the screen. His blue eyes went wide as the drumbeat boomed in his ears. There was a slight pause, then the Canadian burst into tears and put his head down on the keyboard.

"HEY CANANANANADA BRO!" America shrieked as he opened the door. "How'd the game--DUDE!" He yelled, and ran to his brother. "Oh...right...I forgot to tell you, it's a horror game. But don't worry! I was the hero!" America said, not wanting to admit he'd cried and been bet on. Canada just rolled his head back and forth on the keyboard, letting his heroic wuss of a hockey player brother comfort him as he tried to ignore America's greasy stench. Never play anything America gives you, ever again, Canada thought, knowing that he'd cave and do anything for anyone. He hated himself for being so passive sometimes, but when you're Canadian, what can ya do, eh?