There was a wooden house that sat on a lonely hill in Finland. This hill was almost always covered in a layer of snow, and the snow would always have footprints going to the front door. No one knew anything about this house besides the fact the nation of Finland used to live in this house. No one knew where he and the other Nordics went, the last sighting of each Nordic was them walking into Finland's house. A few times, there would be an extra set of footprints and other times there would be a few droplets of blood, but there was always at least one set of footprints leading to the house.
Whenever there was blood by the footprints, the next morning one of the Nordic nations would have fallen and been claimed Finnish territory. It was odd, the other nations suspected something like a feud was going on between the Nordic family.
The first nation to fall was Iceland, and that was the same day Iceland went to Finland's house to retrieve his phone that he had left. Iceland never left after that. That night a single bloodcurdling scream echoed in the dark. The next morning a lump of snow near the forest surrounding Finland's house showed up.
The next nation to go missing was Denmark, going to Finland's house to visit him. Denmark never left Finland's house after that. All through the night, you could hear screams of pain and pleading cries of the nation. A larger lump was next to the small one.
The third nation to fall was Norway, Norway going to Finland's house to ask where Iceland and Denmark were. Norway never left Finland's house, but that night gasps of pain echoed as snow fell and covered the pure white ground. A lump the same size as the next one showed up.
The fourth nation to fall was Sweden, having heard that Finland was claiming all this new territory, he wanted to ask where the others were. He never left Finland's house, and that night screams, gasps and whimpers echoed in the air. The largest lump in the snow had bright red staining around it, as if it were carelessly placed there and to be forgotten.
The next day, Finland brought over Sealand. Sealand thought Finland was going to give him a present, like Finland told him.
"Come, Sealand! I have a special present for you!" Finland had joyfully told the micronation.
"Oh, I love presents!" Sealand had replied.
That night, Finland brought Sealand down to the house's basement and locked the door. He led Sealand into the main room, where the skins of the former nations were, sitting perfectly on stands with their hands by their sides. Sealand screamed, and turned around to try and run away. Only Finland was behind him, holding a large butcher knife. Finland lunged at Sealand, only for Sealand to move out of the way. The micronation grabbed a small knife and used it to defend himself against the bloodthirsty nation.
After a few minutes, a dry, pained wail echoed in the night. The night was quiet after that, and the nights after that. In the end, Finland never left his house, and for the first time a set of footsteps followed by a blood trail lead away from the wooden house.
Finland's house.
Sorry this is so short guys, I'm going to be making a bunch more of these creepy hetalia stories. I don't know why I am, but I'm kind of obsessed with creepy things and I like writing things like that. Most of them are going to be short one shots, but I'll try to make a few longer stories while I'm at it.