Feliciano had it all setup. His brother even came in the other day and helped him out with the decorations.

"Lovi, Thanks for the help!" Feliciano called and gave a smile. He was currently setting up the party favors and the table while Lovino was stringing up the party decorations despite how this mansion creeped him out to the core, especially when he was all alone in a room. When he was in the bathroom, he had looked in the mirror and saw his reflection. Normal and as handsome as usual but a chill was in the air and it was creeping up his spine, causing hairs on his neck to stand upright.

"Stop being such a big baby jerk," he mumbled. Turning on the faucet, he looked down and began to collect water in his hands. Bringing the water to his face, he could sense something shift. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Suddenly, there was something in the mirror that wasn't there before. A black military cap lay on the table behind him. He turned around and sure enough it was right there before him.

"What the hell?" He mumbled and picked up the strange article of clothing. It almost reminded him of his brother's military hat during world war two but he remembered he burned it long ago because every time they looked at it there were flashbacks to that terrible time.

As he went to put it down, a hand clasped him on the shoulder and Lovino spun around wildly. An Italian man who very much resembled his brother had a grip on Lovino. There was a murderous glint in his eyes and blood staining his brown military jacket.

"L-let me go!" Lovino screeched and swung at the man. His arm was caught and his eyes bulged wide open as he stared at the man and the hand that had a fierce death grip on him. Feliciano suddenly burst in.

"Lovino?! What happened?" Felicano saw Lovino with his eyes still wild and his arms up in defense.

"I-I... Attacked!" He hollered and cowered. Feliciano walked over and gave him a gentle hug, trying to relax his brother as much as possible.

"Shh... Fratello, your okay, whoever it is, is gone now," Feliciano whispered to his brother. Lovino shook out of pure fear and terror. Feliciano was unsure of what happened but he didn't want to worry Lovino so he decided it would be best to go home and come back later tonight with his allies. Gilbert, Kiku, and Ludwig had all confirmed that they would be willing to come and were actually excited about this reunion party.

As much as the flashbacks to the war hurt them, they always celebrated the anniversary of the war's end. It was a tradition for the axis powers that's been held for many years to throw a party somewhere and remember the fallen, remember the end, and bid all their hatred for anyone goodbye. Every year the person who held the party switched and this year it was the Italy brothers turn. Ludwig was always happy to go to this party since he got to see his brother again. Ivan kept his brother once the war ended and refused to let him go unless it was a special occasion. As such, Ludwig and Ivan weren't great friends after the war and tended to argue often.

Presently, Ludwig had entered the basement of the world conference hall in Italy. He was waiting for Ivan to show up and unlock the door to let his brother out.

"Where is that creepy idiot...?" he tapped his foot impatiently and looked around, finally spotting the glowing violet eyes of the Russian.

"Ah, privet Ludwig," Ivan called and walked over, taking his sweet time just to irritate the German.

"I'm on a schedule Vanya, please keep let me get mein Bruder for today and head out," he said. "That is all."

"Da, da, of course." Ivan giggled and found the key and started unlocking the large red oak doors.

Ludwig gently peeked the door open and saw his brother, Gilbert curled up in a corner of the room, he couldn't tell if he saw tears streaming down his face but he thought none of it.

"Gil?" Ludwig called softly to the albino. Gilbert squinted into the darkness and a grin lit up his features as he recognized Ludwig.

"Bruder!" his aggressive voice called when he saw the blonde standing at the door. They interlocked in a tight hug, Ivan still watching and looking a bit ill at the display of affection. He honestly hated it since everytime people displayed any affection because he had such negative experiences with love and romance.

They released the hug, still smiling at each other. Gilbert ruffled Ludwig's neat hair and it caused a small curl to stick out.

"I forgot about that Lud, sorry," he cackled and punched Ludwig in the shoulder lovingly. Ludwig was too busy trying to smooth back the "demon curl" and trying to hide it.

"Let's get to that party then, shall we?" Ludwig asked, a little bit flustered.

"Ja! The awesome me want's to see his allies again!" the German boasted.

"Goodbye you two, bring him back tonight," Ivan made sure to put emphasis on the last word to both scare and to make sure that Gilbert was back by tonight. Ludwig rolled his eyes and nodded to make the Russian happy before heading out.

Kiku was looking through his closet to find his most honorable clothing.

"Ah! This won't do..." he mumbled and looked through his many Kimono's. He glanced at his little dog and sighed.

"Pocchi... What do you suggest I do?" he asked and gave a hopeless sigh. The little dog made a small yipping noise and pranced off, coming back with a modest yet elegant suit.

"Thank you, Pocchi! You're a real lifesaver," he hugged his dog gently and began to dress. Kiku loved the outfit his dog picked and he praised the animal for being so helpful.

"Tonight will be splendid with my white rice and Soba!" he exclaimed and raced out the door with said items in hand.

Feliciano waited patiently at the door for his friends to arrive. His excitement made every minute tick by slower and slower as he watched the clock and checked the time. It was lonely since his brother wasn't here with him to chat with. Normally, though, they got their curls stuck and it was a mess that led to them calling his big brother Antonio to help them out. Not this time, though, since Lovino refused to come back after what had happened earlier. The doorbell rang twice and Feliciano jumped up to answer the door.

"Ciao! Welcome back everyone!" he greeted and gave the three a bone-crushing hug.

"I-Italia... Please let me go," Ludwig mumbled.

"Oh come on Luddy, Forget formalities!" Gilbert could be heard snickering in the background and saying something about the adorableness of Ludwig's nickname or something of the sort.

"Konnichiwa Feli-kun," Kiku mumbled and coughed as he stepped inside and took his shoes off. The others followed suit and went into the beautiful yet slightly eerie manor. Gilbert let out a low whistle

"How did you rent out a whole mansion...?" he asked.

"My people let me of course!" he squeaked. The albino squinted as he looked around the beautiful estate. A chandelier loomed overhead and the tile floors below. Porcelain dinnerware decorated the tables and cloth tables and chairs were placed there. A tea cabinet stood next to it. The place just radiated elegance, and creepy. Both were still exceptional in the minds of the four men.

"I already have dinner prepared and I'll show you to your rooms," the Italian chirped as he walked into the kitchen.

"Just have a seat and dinner will be served soon." With that, he walked into the kitchen. The trio sat down contently. They had all spent at least an hour or more driving to this mansion and Kiku a little more because of how he got mixed up and ended up at the wrong hotel in Italy the night before he arrived.

A screech was heard from the kitchen.

"What was that?"

"It was Feliciano..." Ludwig said. He knew the Italians screams better than anyone else as he had heard him crying for help in almost every mission they had back in the war.

"I'll go check, probably just something ridiculous," Ludwig mumbled and stood up, excusing himself from the table and went into the kitchen.

"G-ghost! It looked like me!" The Italian screamed as Ludwig had gotten into the kitchen.

"Don't be stupid Italia! Ghost don't exist." The Italian quivered in fear and hid behind his hands.

"I'll help you serve dinner, okay?" Feliciano nodded. A couple minutes later, the group was laughing and partying like nothing happened until the late evening when everyone was drunk off of each other's happiness and worn from their long day. Felicano had shown everyone to their rooms and they were beginning to get ready for bed. Ludwig and Gilbert were sharing a room for the night and Gilbert had just taken a shower and was in the bathroom, the same one Lovino was in a long while ago, brushing his teeth.

Gilbert looked down to spit out some toothpaste. He swore he saw his reflection change. It clearly wasn't him. The hair was in a long ponytail and just... not him.

In a room not far away, Feliciano slept soundly. He didn't realize something was watching him. An unmistakable evil demon that wouldn't go away. Its' black boots clicked onto the floor as it approached him slowly and loomed over his bed, it's hot breath could be felt on the small Italians neck, causing him to shiver. He thought nothing of what was going on but the next thing he knew, all control of his body was gone. He felt numb.

"Feliciano? Can you come here a second?" The door opened and a familiar blonde German peeked his head in. Feliciano's eyes were scarlet a moment but they switched back to their honey brown color. It was weird to see Feliciano's eyes open but Ludwig paid it no mind.

"I need to find some spare blankets, Gilbert forgot his." Feliciano smiled softly. Of course, everything he did was directed by the demon.

"Come with me, I'll show you." The smirk beneath was widening and he directed the German to the basement. Feliciano grabbed a few... torture like supplies. Rope, a knife, a whip, anything else he couldn't think of or it wasn't there. The basement smelled of rust and it appalled Ludwig to no end.

"Luddy~" Feliciano called before kicking him into a nearby chair and straddled him down, tying him to the chair.

"F-feli, what the hell?!" He growled.

"I'll be right back," Feliciano said and winked. He disappeared upstairs and came back changed into a brown military uniform with a black cap and his eyes a deeper scarlet than fresh blood.

"You... You're not Italy," he said, taken aback by the appearance of the demon.

"You're right, in fact, my name is Luciano," the demon smirked darkly and glared sharper than the knife he was holding.

"Now, time for my fun," Luciano hissed and stepped towards Ludwig. The first thing he did was land a kick to Ludwig's face. He grunted in pain and could taste blood already. The sting of pain left behind hurt worse.

"D-dammit!" he choked out but was quickly silenced by a knife stab to the shoulder. Ludwig almost screamed but didn't want to satisfy the demon attacking him currently so he clenched his teeth to hold it back. Luciano dug the knife deeper inside and it made Ludwig hiss out in pain. The wicked smile on the Italians face caused true terror to inch up his spine when he realized how dangerous this situation was.

"N-no Feli, please snap-" he was punched in the stomach.

"He can't hear you, he never will," Luciano cackled and slashed some cuts into Ludwig's neck. Not deep enough to kill him, but deep enough to cause blood to bubble up underneath Ludwig's skin.

"S-stop it!" he screamed and winced as he could feel the knife being dragged down his side and cutting deeper into him. Luciano held no mercy as he wanted to leave Ludwig scarred before death.

"Hold on... I'll be right back." The smirk on Luciano's face was still evident as he pranced up the stairs of the basement and into the main house. Luckily for Ludwig, the demon left his knife and he grabbed it with his feet and used it to cut open the ropes to free himself. He hobbled out of the chair. He didn't realize his ankle had been broken.

The escape would be a close one.

Blood dripped slowly from the wounds he sustained and from his nose as it was probably broken as well. He managed to open the door but what he saw before him almost made him sick to his stomach. Blood was all over the house. Kiku had a sword through his stomach and blood pouring from the wound. A man who resembled Kiku stood over the dead body with a blank, almost dead expression. Gilbert was in way worse shape, though. Multiple stab wounds that bled just as severely as the last had littered his body and his skull was practically bashed in. A man who's long silver hair that was dyed red from the blood stood over him in a blood-soaked white tunic with a knife in his hand and his seemingly robotic arm covered in blood as well. Finally, Luciano. He was covered in blood. It was terrifying to see the once happy Italian turn into the monster before him.

"K-kiku... Gilbert..." he choked up a bit of blood. As he limped forward, he began moving faster.

"You fiends!" Ludwig screeched and launched himself forward but was held back by a man who resembled him but had a scar on his cheek.

"Let me go!" He swung a punch at him and burst off, the adrenaline carrying him out of the mansion and into the woods. His wounds bled severely but he didn't care. His only thoughts were to find a hospital and to find a place to report what had happened and hope to anything his friends were still alive when they could get there. They couldn't be dead yet. It was all one big prank and these wounds weren't real, that the corpses of his brother and Japan weren't truly there, only dummies to help scare him more. Those demons were the real Kiku, Gilbert, Feliciano he knew and cherished so much. The ones he'd been with through everything. So why couldn't he turn back? The house was still ahead of him. His injuries were starting to heal on their own anyways so why wasn't he going back to see if they were just laughing at him for being so scared? He wouldn't dare to take a step back in that direction again so he ran away.

About a week or so later, the allies had gotten together once more in their own party.

"Dudes this party is going to be epic!" Alfred yelled from the other side of the mansion. His brother, Matthew, and Arthur were on the other side of the manor trying to string up decorations and set up the food. They all prayed it wasn't Arthur's cooking, or else the party would be ruined because they would probably be too busy throwing it up. Thankfully, it was Yao, Ivan and Matthew supplying the food. Poor Matthew had been feeling sick though ever since he stepped into the mansion so he figured he wouldn't be able to help with dinner.

Matthew had ended up going to the bathroom because of how severe his nausea was from the mansion. He convinced himself It was just the change in weather as he had come here to Italy all the way from Northern Canada.

"I feel so sick..." he groaned out as he had thrown up once more. Standing up weakly and using the sink as a support, he had turned the water on and splashed some into his face. Matthew looked into the mirror and saw something glinting so he turned around and sure enough something was there that he'd never expect. It was a baseball bat with nails drilled haphazardly into it.

"W-who would have this?" he mumbled and turned it in his hands.

"Me," a gruff voice answered for him. Suddenly, his mouth was covered and he was met with the person's chest. A muffled scream left him and he tried thrashing but he was too weak from how sick he felt. He managed to turn around and saw a man who looked uncannily like his brother except the only difference was his piercings and his auburn hair.

The bat Matthew had was not in his hands anymore and when the sickening crack of something striking and crushing a skull echoed into the room, it was evident that Matthew had been hit. Within moments, Matthew let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to the floor. Black clouded his vision, and the last thing he heard was Arthur slam the door open and see Matthew knocked out on the floor.