Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this fic

A/N: This is my first fic so please don't hate me for poorly written stuff

Standing at the edge of the inhabited island on the edge of the lake, Alfred and Arthur thought back to how they got themselves into this mess in the first place.

"Hey Arthur! Let's play truth or dare!" exclaimed Alfred with that enormous grin on his face and eyes sparkling with mischief.

"No I'm busy cooking scones right now, I'll play silly games with you later." sighed Arthur wiping sweat off his forehead. He couldn't deal with Alfred's shenanigans right now, it was too hot and he was irritated by the younger's constant nagging.

"C'mon Artie, Please?" Alfred begged with his best puppy look in his eyes knowing it would do him good against Arthur.

"Don't call me that but, fine I'll play, but only for a little while. I have scones baking you know." Arthur said knowing he was not able to resist those eyes. As the two were playing they got onto the topic of the old house on the hill. It looked more like an asylum than a house but they didn't care. "Are you too scared Alfred, you don't have to do it." Arthur said with a smirk on his face

"I'm not scared of anything, the hero is never scared!" shouted Alfred as the two made their way to the house.

The front of the house was a dilapidated mess. Pieces of shudders falling off of their hinges, broken glass, splintered doors, rotting wood. It would be easy to break in. As Alfred was already on edge he noticed that it was quiet… too quiet, all the birds that were singing earlier has disappeared. They looked to the lake behind the house placid and unmoving. The usual tourists were nowhere to be seen. The boys broke down the door with little effort seeing as it rotting. Walking into the house they went into the first room and saw a grotesque sight. Marred Flesh strewn about the floor and a copious amount of fresh blood on the walls. Hearing footsteps to disturb the silence, Arthur looked to Alfred only to see him standing petrified facing the open door.

"Run" Alfred whispered in a diminutive voice. Then Arthur took Alfred's hand running to the back door only to see their path blocked with a steel door labeled "SUBMARINE ROOM." The two tried breaking the door down with much vehemence. But the door was too robust made for keeping people out. As they heard footsteps approaching from afar, Arthur was sure it was a human knowing the familiar sounds of dress shoes on wood. Suddenly, Alfred was able to get the lock open. Running in the room locking the door behind them and barricading them in, they set to work on an escape plan. Their best bet was to use a submarine onto the small island on the middle of the deep lake. As Alfred set to work on starting up the submarine there was a knocking on the door, as it got louder Arthur became more and more despondent knowing it was a matter of time before they were found knowing they might be able to run past the person. Just as he heard the lock on the door starting to budge, Alfred jubilantly shouted, "GOT IT" Submerging below the lakes surface Arthur wondered what on earth was going on in there and was exuberant knowing they'd be able to get away safely while letting Alfred pull up to the surface next to the shore.

a/n- Maybe there will be another chapter if I feel like it