Hetalia Countries Play Slenderman/Horror Games

Iceland

Hiiiiii! Iceland seemed pretty popular, so I tried to make the chapter a bit longer for you Nordic fans ^.^ anyway, requests are still open, even if the list is pretty long. Hopefully by next week, Austria and Lithuania's chapters will be up if I'm not too busy, but I've always got time for my followers:D anyway, as always, keep the requests coming, smash that vote button, give me a follow, and hope you enjoy :)
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"Stupid big brother..," Iceland said as he carried the slenderman game to the Nordics' study, then put it in and slid the headphones on, his puffin situated in his chair beside him. A calm, cool look in his eyes, he clicked play. This would be simple. "Stupid big brother, stupid game."

He found himself in a dark forest, so he turned the brightness up, and when that didn't help, he was already frowning. The short-tempered man would blow his top at anything. He fumbled with the keyboard in the dark, and eventually his game flashlight clicked on. He began walking around, looking for the little notes he was supposed to collect. Once deep in the forest, he found one.

"What's with the static...?" he wondered aloud, frowning upon the static at the corners and the edges of the screen. His character did a full 360, scanning the forest around him. In the far distance, he saw a shadow, and he guessed it was just his own shadow. He hoped.

He kept on walking, and found a second page on another tree. Soon, he was out of the forest, and in the open. He checked behind him. The shadow was still there. The static had never left. It was starting to weird him out...

He got to a building, sighing with relief, as he had shelter from the creepy thing following him. He bolted into the building, then turned around again.

THREAT

Iceland had just walked into the building; the entryway he'd came in was gone. Just winding, confusing halls ahead, beside, and behind him. Iceland shut his eyes, slammed a key, and opened them again. He'd gone forward, into the dark hallways ahead of him. The darkness swallowed him.

This entire game reminds me of Russia; the demonic drumbeat, the dark, depressing setting, the weird stalker shadow, he thought.

He shined his flashlight on the walls, hoping to find his third page. He did. Iceland didn't bother reading the pages; the messages were probably useless anyway. But with this page, he decided to read it. FOLLOWS, it said, scratched with blood. That was weird, this shadow was following him. Speaking of the shadow, the static had taken over his screen. He swerved around, trying to find out why. He saw the shadow at the end of the hall.

Iceland emitted a low squeaking sound, then shook a tiny bit as he turned around and dashed down the halls, startled. As he got further and further away, the static wore off. Once safe, he decided to read the pages he'd collected. One said FOLLOWS, the other said RUN, and the last one said ALWAYS WATCHING, NO EYES. He understood the follows one, as he'd figured out he was being followed by the shadowy man. He understood the run one, as the objective was to run away. But he couldn't understand the one with the "always watching, no eyes."

As he turned around, he found himself confronted by the shadow. Up close, he saw the man was faceless. The drumbeat blasted, and Iceland jumped a mile out of his chair, pushing it back and throwing the headphones off. YOU DIED flashed on the screen, and he picked up his puffin then dashed from the room, running straight into Denmark.

"What's with your eyes?" Denmark asked, and Iceland realized his eyes were wide with fear.