Etched .:Hetalia Horror Story:.

Chapter One

Hetalia Halloween Project 2014

Rating: PG-15 - for Blood and gore, violence, some small language that may be bleeped out, the usual stereotypical Hetalia countries we all know and love, and mild references to implied pairings (if you squint).
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Chapter One:

To say it was darker than usual outside that evening would have been an understatement. The sky-which should have remained blue with an edge of red and orange from the setting sun-was already starting to turn to a darker shade of the hue. Arthur inwardly cursed, wishing he had brought a flashlight from his storage compartment in his vehicle with him. And he already had enough problems as it was, including a trembling American wrapped around his arm-which wasn't suiting well with him. He growled in irritation, tossing Alfred off of him.

"If you don't let go of me, I swear I'll drag us all back to where I parked my car and drive us back to the hotel! You're the one who wanted to come out here, so stop acting like a bloody baby!"

Alfred had waltzed into the World Meeting earlier that day eager as ever, to everyone else's displeasure. He had started yapping away about this new "swag-tastic haunted house" that this stranger had told him about a few days ago. And he wanted to bring the whole "crew" with him out in the god-forsaken dark forest in the middle of nowhere, to an old abandoned and desolate house.

Joy.

"I'm sorry, dude! It's s-s-spooky out here..." Alfred was shivering like a leaf, hugging his arms to his chest. The others-Francis, Ivan, Yao, Ludwig, Kiku, Feliciano, Lovino, Matthew, and Antonio-were behind the two, glancing around the opaque surroundings with curiosity. Vash, Lili, Roderich, and the others all decided to go back to their own homes (except for Gilbert, he wanted to come but Ludwig wouldn't let him, so he was still resting at-or destroying-his and Ludwig's apartment that resided in New York City, where they had met for the meeting earlier).

"You do know vhere ve are going...?" Ludwig asked with a seriously irritated expression -whether from being practically dragged out in the middle of nowhere or from Feliciano stuck to his side like glue, Arthur wasn't sure.

Alfred ultimately still smiled, even with his fear, and let out a loud chuckle.

"Of course I know where I'm going, man! This is my homeland, after all!"

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Pain. Agony. He'd wished he'd never started this.

Rain falling, hitting his face like ice.

It was his Mark.

Why did he not tell him?

Why did he let this happen?

Why couldn't he take it all back now?

The pain. It hurt. So much...

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They arrived at the house not too long after that. It wasn't that hard to find. There happened to be a well-defined trail that led to the home. Kiku and Ludwig had left a few broken twigs along their way, though, so when they left they could find their way back to Arthur's parked car back at the entrance of the forest.

Arthur had found it quite ridiculous, really. He could hardly believe that beside all those city lights and honking traffic that an underlying forest dwelled on the outskirts of New York. He thought the whole place was an overly run-down and obnoxiously loud city all together. Instead, here rested a small wooded area.