Hetaoni: ENDGAME

Chapter 3 ~ No Such Things Exist Is a Lie

     As the quartet of countries walked out the temple, one by one, each felt a cold shiver go down their spines. Hungary, Prussia, Italy, Germany, and Japan all looked at each other. It was a feeling of not warning or death but of a new beggining, an omen of bad luck either way. As they said goodbye they departed with the other teams, they gave each other a sign to watch their backs, for anguish was at hand.

   "Vee~ It's really here. Well, Japan did take pictures of it..." Italy said, hesitating to walk past the gate, letting the other go first. "It does seem rather... Seldom. Seldom as if it is not usually here." Japan agreed, his eyes flashing in deep concentration as he sensed for the prescence of anything abnormal in the air. "It has quite a desolate feel... Not bad." Prussia smirked, his grip on Hungary's hand tighter. "Gil, I'm not going to fly away if you let go of my hand..." She laughed, a smile on her face. "Oh, s-sorry.." Prussia apologized, rather unlike him. He felt the unessecary need to be on the defense, especially for Hungary's sake. Well, he was a father now, and he didn't want to lose Hungary after all that had happened. "Let's just hurry up and find out what this place has got for us." Germany urged, his fear of the supernatural rising up towards the surface. "I agree. The mood is rather lonely, but sad and full of despair... Not well." Japan informed them. "Well, we might as well go in now that we're here. It can't be too bad right?" Italy smiled, and he ran towards the door, pushing the heavy double doors open. Germany sighed heavily and helped him with the massive wooden doors. And so, they all entered into the archaic house.

"Wow. It's pretty clean, no?" Italy pointed out.  Germany frowned slightly. "I don't think this is a good idea..." Germany insisted, his fears telling the truth. "What's the matter West? You shaking in your Big Boy Boots?" Prussia taunted, and Hungary rolled her eyes. "Leave your brother alone Prussia. And besides, we were all scared of stuff like this at one point, so what does it matter? They don't exist anyways. Except for Ryuu.... She's the exception." Italy shook his head. "No such things exist is a lie." Italy said, rather calm for the situation. 

CRASH!

Italy jumped onto Germany at the sound, who pulled the Italian into his chest, startled and scared. Hungary hid behind Prussia with a yelp, and he gripped her hand tightly, his red eyes wide as he scanned the area, ready for anything. Japan gripped the katana on his belt tightly, preparing for the worst. "Are you sure this is a good idea?! L-Look, let's just go!" Germany stuttered, urging the others to agree with him. "There is no such things as ghost Germany-San. We will be fine. Have some common sense. I'll go check it out, if it makes you feel better." Japan said calmly, keeping a level-headed mind. As he walked down the hallway, Prussia called out to him- "Be careful Japan!" Japan nodded in response, walking away from the group, a pretty bad idea if you haven't watched any horror movies."I'll be right back." He yelled over his shoulder, entering the right hallway.

Italy was right when he said it was rather clean... How odd. Although the place seemed ancient from the outside, the vintage western mixed with an eastern style house was actually quite modern, clean, and neat from top to bottom. As he walked into the kitchen, he gripped his katana's handle, readying himself for anything. Japan inspected the kitchen, from the small living room to the sheaves, as well as the countertops and sinks. While looking around, he found a broken plate left on the sink. "Better be careful as to not cut myself..." He thought as he gingerly picked up a ceramic shard from the broken plate, looking at it as he walked out of the ghostly kitchen and towards the main entrance.

Japan's eyes searched the main hallway, but found no countries or any people waiting for him. "Did they leave after all? How regrettable. And after I left to search..." He went for the door, turning the handle and pulling. No matter how many times he tried, the door wouldn't open... His eyes widened in fear as he unsheathed his sword, and dug the blade inbetween the two. He slipped and turned the blade, trying in furious determination to get out. Slipping the blade out, he jumped at the door, thrusting the blade downward as he sliced the wood, but nothing happened. No scars or cuts in the wood, no flying woodchips, not even a creak in response. "It won't open.... This is not good.. M-Maybe I should look around and see if there are any others left behind..." Worried, he slipped the sword back into it's case and went down the left hallway, making a right at the corner only to see an image he would repeatedly see for a long time.