Go to the House, They Said

Well, here I am again with more Hetalia stuff. I recently downloaded HetaOni for my laptop, the English version. My favorite character is the magical portal to Narnia, the toilet. c: I will admit the first chapter is way off considering I had not played HetaOni or seen any walkthroughs or Let's Plays in ages. But I like my beginning better. Without further ado, HetaOni, Part One, Chapter One.

               The house loomed over the small group, a mixture of personalities. One of the small girls fidgeted nervously.

“C-Can’t we just go to a regulation “haunted house”?” she squeaked out, adjusting her glasses and playing with her hair- a nervous habit of hers. The group, all admittedly a little nervous but not showing it, chucked a little. The small girl sighed, her efforts fruitless. She hid behind her older brother and clutched the back of his jacket, causing him to stiffen up, something that could not be helped.

The girl was not afraid of ghosts, only oblivion scared her. Oblivion of everything and everyone around her. A dark cloud seemed to settle on the group. All whispers hushed. The inside jokes died down as someone walked up to enter. Hesitation struck them, and their hand faltered. A small, childish thing to do. The same person approached the door again. This time, their mission did not fail. The door creaked open, and he stepped in. The sounds echoed, but not far. Once an “okay” was given, the rest of the group stepped in. The girl’s brother looked around, im awe of how clean the place was.

“Sore wa kireidesu…” he mumbled in his native language.

“H-hai..” his sister agreed. She stared at the place in aw when someone grabbed her from behind and swung her over their shoulder. All she could see was a Prussian blue uniform.

“P-put me down, Prussia-San!” she stuttered, beating her fists against his back in a mock way.

“Bruder!” a deep, booming voice from across the room yelled. That voice always made her wince, even more so tonight. The albino sat her down.

“Lighten up, West! Ve’re not here to yell at me, alright?!” he complained, putting his hands on his hips. “You and this lithe girl over here need to lighten up and have fun!”

The girl, wanting no part in this, went to stand beside the other girl there. She was older, of course, sharing the looks of her brother, the one who always scared the small girl. She didn’t get anything from Prussia. The other girl had long, flowing blonde hair, down to her knees and neatly tied up in a ponytail. She had beautiful Caucasoid skin and blue eyes. Her normal attire consisted of her normal uniform and the German cross. She was taller than the small girl, older, wiser, more beautiful. For a moment, the small girl stopped to examine herself. She was petite, the only big things about her being her breast size and heart. She was about 5’6”, staying this size with it being in her Asian genes. She had the typical Japanese features, dark hair, pale yet darker Mongoloid skin, a small nose, and a soft body figure. Her eyes, hidden by glasses and a shifted gaze, were the only wrong thing about her. They were a deep green, most of the time appearing hazel, a mixture of the true Asian brown eyes and her abnormal green. They were of normal Asian shape, so the color was the only thing that didn’t match up. She was wearing a tee-shirt with a squishy panda motif and a skirt borrowed from her sister. It was slit at both sides yet she wore no shorts under it. She felt as if she could trust her friends; the slits weren’t noticeable when walking anyways. Those thoughts came over her for just a moment, but she brushed them off and sat in the chair next to the other girl. She didn’t expect any conversation.

“Alright, I say ve should look through this house,” the rough man’s voice cut through.

“Ve~ B-but Germany I don’t-a want to-a!” The small girl glanced over the source of the out of place outburst, originating from a small man.

“Italy..” Germany groaned. “It vas your idea to come here anyvays-“

“I wirr go,” the small girl’s brother volunteered. He moved, obviously glad to.

“I-I’ll go too…!” she volunteered, hopping up. The other girl, who hadn’t noticed the smaller girl and sat on the arm of the chair jumped out of shock.

“Gott, you scared me!” she exclaimed, a hand over her heart.

“S-sorry, Berlin-San…” the small girl mumbled, looking down.

“You’re-a just being too-a cute-a, aren’t you-a?” Italy asked, causing the small girl to blush a deep crimson, also making Berlin a bit jealous. She secretly had a crush on Italy.

“Ja, but I’m cuter,” she challenged, a smile on her face.

“You’re not-a cute-a, you’re-a bella…” Itally mumbled under his breath.

“Hm~?” she peered at him with that same grin on her face.

“O-Oh, nothing-a!” Italy excused himself, rushing those thoughts out of his head.

“Mm. Arright. I trust you arr wirr make sure Imouto stays here. I wirr be back.” With that, the small girl’s brother left to explore. The small girl, not wanting to be left out, pouted in place. After a few moments, she sighed and went for the door. She was going to wait outside. The door wouldn’t budge. Maybe it was stuck. A few minutes later, a crash was heard. Everyone had stayed in the room and heard. They all questioned if someone bumped into something. The small girl was in a clean corner, writing in her journal. When questioned, she shook her head. Berlin on the coffee table, fiddling with her clothes. Nothing breakable. Prussia was hanging out on the stairs, trying to get a signal for his phone. Germany was reading a book. Little while later, the small girl’s brother came back down with a report. The small girl was relieved.

“Vhat vas up there, Japan?” Germany asked. Japan game his report, and the small girl became more and more uncomfortable. She tried the door again. Stuck.

She whined, “It’s stuck…” and looked as if she were about to cry. “Aniki…!” Japan sighed and tried the door, yet he could not open it.

“It cannot be..” he mumbled, eyes slightly wide.

“It is…” the small girl continued to whine.

“Vhat’s vrong?” Berlin asked.

“The door is-a stuck-a?” Italy added.

“Hai…” Another whine from the small girl. Italy walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders in a comforting way.

“It’ll be-a alright-a, bella.” Still, the girl’s face continued to contort in fear.

“You know something, don’t you Koito?” Berlin whispered.

“Simple… The monster has swallowed us.”