Hetalia Countries Play Slenderman/Horror Games

France

"Come on, bloody frog. You scared?" England asked, pestering France much like America would pester...well...anyone. He was teasing the French nation on his hesitation on playing slenderman.

"If you do not recall, Angleterre, you cried. I saw you wipe tears from your eyes." France replied.

"Well, shut up, damn bloody idiot! Just play the game, git! We all would like to see you cry, just like America did." Upon saying this, all the Allied Forces nations zeroed in on France and stared him down. France gave an annoyed sigh and grabbed the slenderman cd from England, performing his signature "Frenchman's slap" to the Brit, by slapping him across each cheek with a white glove. England rubbed his face, annoyed, as the other allies tried not to laugh.

"That idiot Brit could probably convince me to give up drinking wine, with those pale green eyes, perfectly tousled blonde hair, fat-ass eyebrows...and I HATE him for it all," France snapped to himself as he shut the door to the computer room and slid the game into the computer, then brushed off the headphones with a handkerchief and hesitantly put them on. He was surprised by the drumbeat that pounded into his head. "It sounds demonic and slow...creepy, like Russia might find interesting.." France whispered, then clicked play.

He found himself in the middle of a dark forest, and the Frenchman frowned almost immediately. "Pages...?" He just assumed they would be book pages that he'd have to collect to make a story. He positioned his fingers on the keyboard, then smirked a bit as he pictured the keyboard was England's lower half. He shook the thought to the back of his head, then his character began to walk through the Russia-forest. "So...I was told this was a horror-MON DIEU!!!" He screamed as his screen flashed static and a shadowy figure became weaving through the trees to him. France panicked, and frantically slammed his fists on the keyboard in an attempt to make his character run backward. His character's flashlight flickered on and off, and suddenly everything was over. The figure was gone, the static was gone, the music had returned to normal. France's heart was beating a million miles a minute. He paused the game, his blue eyes wide with fear, adrenaline, shock, and fear.

After recovering from that traumatic, agonizing, and virtual incident, he regained his focus and continued on through the game. He was up to two pages without any more confrontations by the figure. He was now weaving his way about through a maze of overturned trucks, only to find page three. "Ohonhonhon! One more page and I can beat that English snob!" France chuckled to himself as he kept walking, only to turn a corner and walk straight into the figure. The drumbeat boomed in his ears, making him toss off the headphones and shoot out of the chair, then throw his hands up and wave them about as he screamed a particularly feminine scream and dashed from the computer room before it could even say he lost.

England watched him run down the corridor wearing a very satisfied smirk.

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