"Aw, man, cut it out! I'm, like, seriously going to pee my pants! This is too scary!" America squealed, cowering behind a very disgruntled Greece.
"I haven't even gotten to the scary part, America!" Korea sighed, shaking his head in dissapointment. He had only said a couple sentences before the American had over-reacted and started in his on screaming fit.
"Stop your whinning or I'll shoot you, weakling!" Switzerland threatened, his hand flying to the pocket inside his jacket that always held a small hand gun. He always had it with him, claiming it was 'to protect his nuetrality'.
"C-can't we all just calm down for a moment?" Finland asked sweetly, placing a hand on America's shoulder in an attempt to calm the spazzing nation.
"Big brother..." Liechtenstein whimpered, eyeing the gun he was slowly taking out of his pocket. You could tell he was trying to be sneaky about it, and failing horribly, his intentions were obvious. "C-can you please put the gun away?"
He glanced at his little sister for a moment, a silent debate flashing in his eyes, A couple seconds later, he slowly nodded and put his 'protection' away with a sigh. "Fine, fine..."
"Come on now, Korea!" Denmark cheered, ignoring the obvious tention hanging in the air. "Finish you story! I want to hurry this up, me and Finny have to meet Nor and the others at the bar! I want to get there before it gets too crowded!"
"Fine, fine," The Korean sighed, adjusting the positioning of the small candle that was their only source of light, and began around where he had left off. "They had found the bodies of of four missing elementary school children in the basement of the old school building, along with the man who had murdered them. He acted disoriented, holding the pair of bloodied scissors that had killed the pour kids. Upon further inspection, it seemed that the children's tongues and been forcibly cut out using the dull scissors... One of the children had their head, slowly and methodically removed, and this crainial mass was found on the floor next to her body...
"Soon the school was condemed. When the princible founs this out, who loved the school as if it were his own child, threw himself off of the roof of the school, the day before it was demolished. Naturally, he died on impact, his spinal cord snapping almost imediately... But the school's name, even after demolishen, will be remember through out history... Heavenly Host Elementary School-"
"ARGH! QUIT IT!" America screamed, grabbing a tight hold of Greece. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE!"
"America!" Korea sighed, rubbing his temples in frustation. "The story is over!" But that wasn't enough, America just kept rambling on about how he needed to pee.
"Get off of me," Greece growled, trying to peel off the American's arms, but it was futile. It was almost as if they were welded on to him, because the refused to budge, even an inch. Poor Greece.
"S-shouldn't we finish cleaning up now...?" Liechtenstein asked hesitantly.
That's right. They were supposed to be cleaning up their class room after the big surprise party they had thrown for Mr. Estonia. They hadn't really done much at all when they started their little horror fest. There was a long moment of silence Now what? Mr. Estonia was going to be here any minute and-
Just then, Mr. Estonia, closely followed by Mexico, shuffled into the room, quickly flipping on the light. He let out a soft gasp and almost dropped the book he was carrying. It was still a complete mess, besides they left over cake that was settling in the boy's stomachs, every thing was exactly the same as he left.
Mexico was supposed to stall him long enough for them to tell thier stories and quickly finish their cleaning! Mission failed... Realizing his mistake, Mexico quickly averted his gaze from the group and look down at the wooden floor board, guilt clouding his gaze.
America quickly dislodged himself from Greece, Korea blew out his candle and put it away, Finland stepped away from Switzerland, and Switzerland slowly removed his hand from his pocket.
"Oh my," Their teacher murmured, glancing around the room disaprovingly. The desks were still pushed off to the side, and paper plates with bits of cake and icecream were still scattered across the room in piles of twos or threes, the crudely hung streamers still half taped-half hanging from the walls and ceiling. Empty soda bottles littered the teacher's desk, completely drained of their sugary fluids. Everythingwas the same as before, all except for the cake. There had been at least half of the large cake left, but now there was no trace of the chocolate goodness for it was digesting in their full bellies.
"S-sorry teach, we were, um..." Finland started to ramble, trying to think of a legitimate excuse that would save their sorry bums. "We were just taking a small break! Y-yeah, that's it... We were taking a break, tellling a few ghost stories, and before we knew it, it was 7:00 P.M already! Haha, how time flew-"
"That's enough, Mr. Finland," The Estonian teacher sighed. "I understand, I was a student at this school only seven years ago, I know how tempting the story telling can be. Especially that of Heavenly Host."
"So... we're not in trouble?" Korea asked hesitantly.
"As long as you show up bright and early and scrub this room down before school starts!" Mr. Estonia laughed, even though he was dead serious.
"Aw man..." America sighed, hanging his head, heading towards the door with heavy steps.
"Hold up!" Korea exclaimed, sprinting past the depressed American to put himself between the others and the door.
"What is it, Korea?" Denmark asked curiously.
"Gimme a minute," He mumbled, quickly digging around in his pockets for something. After a moment, he sighed in relief and took out a large, crumpled paper doll. It was pure white and was the size of a medium sized book. It was faceless and looked something that a small child would cut, color, and give it to their mom for mother's day.
"What the hell is that?" Switzerland blurted, giving the crude obect a small glare.
"A Sachiko Ever After Charm!" Korea chirped, obviously very pleased with his little toy.
"'Sachiko Ever After'? Is that another one of your spooky rituals?" Greece asked skeptically.
"Not at all- maybe... Well, kind of," Korea sighed. "But don't worry about that! Let me explain what it does! Okay, so we all grab onto a portion of the doll, and repeat 'Sachiko we beg of you' about... nine times...? Yeah, nine times! Once for every person in the room. And once that's done, we rip off a portion of the doll at the same time and keep it with us. It's supposed to symbolize together-ness or something. All I know is that we're friends, and friends do these things... Right?"
"Sounds fun!" Finland replied enthusiastically. "I'm in!"
"Well, if Finny's in, then count me in, too!" Denmark laughed.
"Me too! Don't leave out the Hero!" America shouted, taking an excited step forward.
"Sounds... nice," Greece shrugged.
"Well count me out!" Switzerland grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.
"C... come on brother, it sounds kind of sun," Liechtenstein murmured.
Switzerland blinked and studied his fragile sister for a moment before sighing and turning back to Korea. "... Alright, alright... I'm in,"
"C-can I join in, too?" Mr. Estonia asked quietly, unnessesarily adjusting his glasses.
"Of course teach!" Korea grinned, walking ver to the group again. He held out the small paper doll in front od him and motioned for the others to come closer and grab a piece of the pure whire object. One by one, the grabbed a small portion, and soon surrounded the doll in a group of teenage bodies... and one adult. "Okay, on the count of three, repeat the words 'Sachiko We Beg of You' nine times in your head. No more, no less... Got it?"
"Yeah, yeah, we heard you the first time! Let's just get this over with, I want to get this over with so I can go home and eat dinner!" Switzerland growled.
"Sour puss," Denmark mumbled under his breath, which Switzerland clearly chose ignore.
"Okay, ready?" Korea asked, and was responded with a chorus of 'Yes,' and "Mm-hm," and one "Shut up and start counting, idiot,". The Korean high school student, age 16, only a sophmore, grinned and nodded as he began the count off to three. "One... two... three!"
Everyone squeezed their eyes shut and repeated the chant nine times over:
' Sachiko We Beg of You
Sachiko We Beg of You
Sachiko We Beg of You
Sachko We Beg of You
Sachiko We Beg of You
Sachiko We Beg of You
Sachiko We Beg of You
Sachiko We Beg of You
Sachiko We Beg of You...'
The students gradually opened their eyes. "Everyone said it?"
"If we don't hurry this up, I might say it again," Denmark sighed.
"Okay, everybody-rip," Korea instructed, tugging on his portion on the paper, the others soon following suit. They pulled until there was a loud ripping sound and the thin paper was now nine smaller bits. "Nice we-" He was cut off by a distant rumbling sound. Everyone was silent for a long while as they all thought up simple explanations of what the sounds could be.
At last, America finally said. "What was that?"
"I don't know but-" And Korea was cut off again, as the entire school building suddenly began to violently shake.
"A-an Earthquake!" Finalnd squeaked, grabbing onto Denmark's arm for support.
"Everyone, under you desks, NOW!" Mr. Estonia shouted, attempting to move to his large teacher's just as a large piece of debri from the ceiling fell into his path. You could hear loud screams and shouts of panic as the quake raged on, bringing down more and more of the ceiling, and bits of the floor.
Soon, almost the entire room's floor had given out, leaving only a small portion of the floor where the group was cowering. "A-ah! What's going on?! Why is this happening?! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" America cried, attaching himself to the Greek man once again, and this time, he clung back. Those two were the closet to the egde, and the tremors were so bad that they couldn't move.
Another second later and the next thing they knew was that they were plumeting into a deep, shadowy darkness. "GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" they screamed as they heard the other's shout for them, they themselves soon falling into the giant chasm