Hetalia Countries Play Slenderman/Horror Games

Spain

Spaniard time!!!!!! Got requests for Spain, so bam, here's the tomato lover you've been waiting for :) hope you likie, it's always fun writing about the Bad Touch Trio XD anyway, as always, smash that vote button, keep the requests coming, and hope you enjoy!

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Spain, Prussia and France walked through the garden outside the meeting building. "So you want me to play...this," Spain said, gesturing to the slenderman game that France was holding.

"Hell yeah, it's awesome. Almost as awesome as me. But, it's this horror game. You aughta be careful. Maybe I can stay at your side, so some of my awesome fearlessness will give you a chance." Prussia proudly stated, covering up the fact that Germany had found him and scared him shitless.

"Prussia, didn't you put a hole through the-" France started, and Prussia whacked the Frenchman in the head while laughing nervously and shaking his head hard.

"So...is it scary?" Spain asked, his eyes filling with fear.

Prussia and France exchanged glances, and sly grins tugged at the corners of their mouths. "No," they said together. Spain smiled, then skipped into the building and down to the computer room. He slid the cd into the computer, then put on the headphones. He still had a large smile on his face (he was a spaniard...when would he not be smiling?), even when he clicked play. As soon as he found himself in the dark forest, he clicked his flashlight on, then began walking. He almost instantly found a page, then clicked it before reading what it had to say. He continued walking, dodging trees and eventually coming to a tunnel. At the end of the tunnel, Spain found a second page. As soon as he clicked it, the edges of the screen became staticky. Spain frowned, then readjusted the wires for the computer in hopes the static was just a computer malfunction. When the static returned, and the creepy music became louder, Spain got the hint it was the game. His fingers began shaking as he directed his character through the trees. He was chewing madly on his lip and trying to keep his fingers steady. He came to a bathroom, then walked inside, hoping it would shelter him from whatever tomato-hating, turtle-killing murderer was stalking him.

As Spain walked through the halls of the bathroom, his entire body began to shake. The whole scene was terrifying to the innocent, happy spaniard; the bloodstains that coated the walls, the dirt and grit on the floors, and the way the flashlight only illuminated a tiny portion of the hallways as he weaved through the confusing layout. He soon came to a dead end, then slowly turned his character around. As he turned, he saw two long, black legs, and the music boomed in his ears. Spain shrieked, an unusually feminine shriek, and bolted out of the gamers chair. The room was dark; he didn't have time to fumble for the door handle. He barreled toward the wall, then smashed right through it. He ran down the hall, tears flowing like waterfalls from his eyes as he screamed and went to find Romano for comfort.

All the countries poked their heads out of the rooms, watching the spaniard run, perplexed looks on their faces.

Germany facepalmed upon seeing the large hole in the wall.

Prussia and France couldn't help but snicker.