A Game Of Horror -Hetalia-

Flakes of red danced in his friend's eyes. Was that natural? He had never noticed it before.

Before.

Before they were stuck in this house, playing a game of death. Before /they/ had dissapeared. What was the point of all this? What was the point of hearing their own voice bounce back from down the ever-stretching walls? What was the point of leaving them in rooms filled with their nightmares?

Or was it was all for nothing?

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When England's wand snapped, they appear in an odd house, filled with their own nightmares. Some nations begin to act strangely, some even dissapearing. It wasn't about escaping anymore.

It was about staying alive and sane.

-I do not own hetalia-

-This so sorta-kinda a 2p story, but... with a twist.-