Copyrights: Hetalia and characters© Hidekaz Himaruya, Story© Me

Summary: A young American hero is walking home from school on Halloween night, but when lightning strikes he is forced to take refuge in the home of a madman.

Chapter One

It was that old house. You know the one. It makes children cry for their mother's and grown men look nervously behind their backs. The kind that every city and town has. It's a broken down eyesore with millions of terrifying rumors about it. The paint's falling off in rolls. The yard looks like a leopard could be stalking around somewhere in it with the grass and weeds being so tall and dense. The windows are boarded up, and the one's that aren't have large holes in the glass from rambunctious teens getting drunk or high or whatever and throwing something at it then running away like the little pussies they are. It also has that one or two huge oak trees that keeps all the sunlight away from the windows and porch. Sometimes it also has that ever swaying old tire swing tied to one of it's branches. You know the one. Well, anyways, it sits on the corner of my neighborhood. Right... next... to my house.

Mine's clean, pristine, overall perfect(I mean if it were anything less my mom would throw a cow, and my dad would probably knock my lights out and tie me to one of those rotisserie chicken things; you know the ones the cannibals use down in South America or wherever they are.), so it makes the damn thing look even creepier and uglier then it actually is. Well maybe not. I might just be able to say that 'cause I'm so used to it by now, but that's beside the point. The point is: it's Halloween, and my friends are fucking jackasses.

It was your average school day you know. You sit in a class and get bored out of your mind while all the girls swoon over you 'cause you're like the sexiest guy ever. I mean who doesn't want to date the tall, blond, tanned, football quarterback? If I weren't me I'd totally go gay for myself I mean seriously. There isn't one person on this Earth who can withstand my puppy-dog face and charming good looks. Not unless they're that sick twisted Russian exchange student. God damn communist bastard.

Anyways what was I saying? Oh yes. School was normal, until I started walking to my car. I got out to the parking lot and the god damn thing was missing. My friends decided it would be a good idea to move it to the teacher's parking lot as a friendly trick, so it got towed. Of course you can't blame them since they were high and all, but still. I had to walk home. My house if fifteen fucking miles away from the school. You know how much that sucked? Especially when it started raining? Yeah wasn't fun.

This story begins as I was walking past that god forsaken shack that the town called a haunted mansion. I was just walking miserably, almost to my house, no lightning or thunder so far. When all of a sudden there's fucking ball lightning whizzing all around me. Being my brave self, I wasn't scared, but I saw a kitten on the creepy house's porch, so I ran over to protect it from those pathetic little sparks that surely would have fried his whiskers. The damn cat ran away when he saw me coming though so there I was, standing on the creepy old house's porch when something moved inside. I called, certainly didn't scream, to the person, asking who was there.

The front door, which was beside me, was flung open wide. I jumped as it slammed into the wall where I had been standing. A pale hand lashed out and dragged me in with incredible force. The guy must've had chloroform on him cause I passes out after that.

A/N:

Yup there's the mildly amusing first chapter. Hope you enjoy it. The rest will be more like my real horror writing style if I can do it for this. With each story my writing style changes so we'll see.

Here's a sample of my real writing if you wanted to know before it's posted what it will be remotely like.

"'Ah, sorry!' Alfred sat back in his seat, ignoring the quarreling pair. 'The door closed on it's own and freaked me out.'

'Eh? Closed on it's own, but I closed it,' A voice called from beside the American.

He screamed and turned to face his Canadian step-brother Matthew wore the purple plaid pants of the school and the white button down shirt, like Alfred though he wore a white sweater vest, but it couldn't be seen since the younger always wore a red and white pull-over hoodie with the maple leaf from the Canadian flag on the pocket. Matthew never got in trouble for it though. He wasn't doing it to be troublesome or look cool. He was doing it to express his nationality. His eyes weren't grey in the least, they were blue tinged with violet. The step-brothers had the same hair color, but the younger one—who had only managed to be a Freshman this year because his grades were so good—had longer, slightly wavy hair that was parted in the middle of his head rather than being parted on the side. Where his brother had a cowlick, the Canadian had a long, curl that formed a loop. He had glasses as well, but they were slightly larger and more rounded. He also, childishly, carried a polar bear backpack. What? His mom bought his stuff and she seemed convinced that the younger brother was about seven years younger rather than one. But nonetheless he always used it, he even stuck his Student Council pin on it. Besides with the more childish features and sweater it would be pretty hard not to tell the brothers apart.

'Mattie! When'd you get here bro?' Alfred asked, grinning at his younger look alike.

'Eh? When'd I get here? Just now... When the door closed... Thanks for noticing asshole,' he added sarcastically, and rather inaudibly, to the end. The elder step brother didn't hear past the 'Just now' and practically ignored him the whole time he was talking so he just grinned and nodded. The younger brother got the desk that was once in front of Arthur's and turned it around to face the other.

'If you say so,' the American shrugged after a moment."

I only used the (') because it was in an excerpt from another Horror I'm working on(That one I'm actually rewriting) so I had quotes around the whole thing... The author's note is longer than the fanfiction now... lovely.