ShadowDragon again! With yet another Hetalia story!

'Tis Halloween, the season for tricks, treats, and an overall fright! In celebration of tomorrow being the opening night to my High School's Haunted House/maze (I'm Jack the Ripper), I'm publishing this horror story!

This time, we've got a crossover of Agatha Christie's murder mystery, "And Then There Were None" (AKA "Ten Little Indians"), and Hetalia

Actually, this fanfic is inspired by A combination of "And Then There Were None" by Agatha Christie, Andrew Vance's "Daemon Hall" (which references "And Then There Were None") and an APH Fanfic here entitled "Hearts Pounding" (I must apologize that I can't remember the name =/). These are the things that inspired me to write this ^^

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you "Ten Little Nations"!

.:Prologue: Ten:.

"Alright, git, we're here."

The speaker was a rather short nation with tousled blond hair, huge eyebrows, and jade eyes. Judging by the man's appearance and southern English accent, the nation was no other than Britain. The nation stood in the center of his capital, London. From amongst the crows of tourists and citizens, the Briton gazed up at a massive, medieval fort structure that appeared out of place amidst the skyscrapers scattered throughout the surrounding city.

"Welcome to the Tower of London, America."

Behind the Britain, a younger-yet slightly taller- blond nation shifted from one foot to another impatiently. At the Englishman's stantement, the nation gazed up at the for, blue eyes examing the structure from behind a set of glasses. After a few moments, America responded.

"Cool, Iggy!" He paused slightly, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "This doesn't have anything to do with our bet, does it?"

The American smirked as his british friend's eyes widened in surprise. When England tried to deny it, the former colony laughed. Evey year during October, the two nations held a bet to see who could scare the other nation first. The concept had originally been America's attempt to convince England to celebrate Halloween with him- not to mention that the expression of the british nation's face when he was frightened was priceless. However, so far, this plan had backfired. In the past decade, England had won the bet 9 times, and America had won… once. Such a humiliating number of losses was unfitting for a hero! But this time, Alfred had figured out Arthur's plans ahead of time: somehow the Brit planned to scare him during their overnight stay in the Tower of London. Now that he knew that, there was no way he'd lost!

England scowled darkly at the grinning nation. "Whatever git, just hurry up. The others are waiting for us…"

America gave the brit a puzzled look. "Others?" England didn't respond, choosing instead to start walking towards the Tower of London. Not wanting to be left behind, the American trailed after him."

"Ve? America is here!"

Upon reaching the gates of the Tower of London, Alfred was greeted by a small, bubbly brunet, otherwise known as Italy. To be specific, this was the younger, Northern half of Italy, Italy Veneciano. Shortly after Veneciano's greeting, Germany approached America; followed by Spain, who was half dragging, half hugging Veneciano's older-and angrier-brother, Italy Romano, alongside him. After they appeared, Japan, France, Russia, and China also greeted the younger nation.

"You brought them here too?" America asked in surprise. This wasn't part of the bet... was it?

England nodded. "France," he spat the name angrily. "Harrassed me into letting him come. He then invited Spain, who invited Romano, who dragged Veneciano here… and it trickled down from there."

America nodded slowly. "Alright… Well, in that case, lets go!" The former british colony took up a heroic stance before charging through the open gate and into the tower.

England shook his head in disapproval. "Honestly, what can't that twit be patient?" He sighed before beckoning for the rest of the nations to follow him into the tower. 'America won't be so eager to stay here by the end of the night…'