Chapter 1. Introductions.
Arthur slowly blinked awake. He knew he was on something soft, but other than that…there was nothing. He knew his name; Arthur Kirkland. When he tried to search for something else in his mind, nothing else came up.
He sat up and found himself in some room he had never seen before. He was on a bed with a beige comforter and, other than that, the room had a simple desk and bookshelf, with the door on the right closed.
"Ugh, where am I?" a voice from below the bed muttered and Arthur jumped. A man sat up in front of the bed and Arthur leaned away from him. He had sandy blonde hair with one bit that stuck up and bright blue eyes hidden behind glasses. They made eye contact for a short while before the man spoke up again. "Who the hell are you?"
"Who are you?" Arthur snapped back at him.
"Well…who are you?" the man asked again. "I asked you first."
"That doesn't mean I have to answer your bloody question," Arthur huffed.
"Fine, I'm Alfred," the man sighed.
"Arthur," Arthur nodded to him and looked back at the room. "Do you know where we are?"
"Dude, I don't think I know anything other than my name," Alfred muttered, holding onto his head.
"Me, too," Arthur muttered and slung his legs over the bed before he stood up. "This is odd…"
"Dude, are you British?" Alfred asked, standing up as well.
"My name is not 'Dude'," Arthur sighed. "My name is Arthur. And yes, I do believe I am British. I take it by your god-awful voice that you're American?"
"Hell yeah!" Alfred said proudly, puffing out his chest. "I…think…"
"I wonder what could be beyond this door," Arthur muttered to himself and leaned an ear against the door to see if he could hear anything. Surprisingly, he actually heard voices, but they were slightly far away, so he only heard muffled sounds. "There are others here."
"Should we go out there?" Alfred asked.
"I'm not sure," Arthur stated, trying harder to listen. "I don't even know if I can trust you yet. How could I trust voices?"
"So are we just going to be stuck in this room our whole lives?" Alfred asked.
"No," Arthur muttered, trying to think. Before he could get very far, though, the door suddenly opened against him and he tumbled backwards. Alfred caught him and Arthur stayed there for a while before he registered what happened and quickly shoved him away, brushing himself off. "Get the bloody hell off me."
"I found two more," a very French voice chimed happily from the other side of the now open door. Arthur looked to him and found a man with near shoulder-length blonde hair and shining light blue eyes. He had stubble lacing his chin and held a cocky grin. "And it seems I caught them in the middle of something. Honhonhonhon~!"
"Sod off," Arthur scoffed. "We were doing nothing of the sort!"
"Yeah, besides, he's way to stuffy to even try that," Alfred laughed behind him and Arthur gave him a glare.
"Oh, so you are free?" the Frenchman chuckled.
"And straight," Arthur rolled his eyes and decided it was best to get out of the room and make sure he wasn't cornered between these two imbeciles. On his way out, though, he felt a hand graze across his butt. Immediately, Arthur flushed, and slapped the French bastard as hard as he could. "You bloody frog!"
"Looks like we've got another lively one!" another voice cackled to the side and Arthur glanced over. At the end of a short hallway was a small staircase. At the foot of the staircase was what looked like a living room with several people sitting on a large couch in front of a table. There were a couple of armchairs with one or two people in them as well.
"Do you think this is the last of them?" another voice muttered quietly.
"Hm, it seems we've checked all the rooms," the Frenchman muttered, laughing slightly at Arthur still and rubbing at his sore cheek. "Je m'appelle Francis," he held out a hand for Arthur.
"I don't speak your bloody language," Arthur snapped at him before starting towards the large group of people. Sitting on the couch were six men, all of them very different. There was one man with his feet up on the table that had snow white hair and blood-red eyes with a massive cocky air radiating from him. Possibly worse than Alfred. Next to him was a smiling brunette with dark green eyes. Then there was a lad with sandy blonde hair with an odd curl protruding from the top of it and blue eyes with a purple tint. If Arthur didn't know better, he would have to say he and Alfred were twins, but this one was much more soft spoken. Next to him was a brunette with a red tint to his hair and a curl that went to the side and brown eyes. He seemed really happy, but the person next to him just seemed pissed off. He had darker brown hair, but with a slight red tint, as well, with a curl going to the other side and the same brown eyes. Beside those two was a stoic looking blonde with slicked back hair and cold blue eyes. On one armchair was a very creepy looing man with pure white hair and violet eyes. Leaning on him was a girl with long, light brown hair with a bow in it and dark blue eyes.
Arthur just noticed that they all seemed to be wearing the same thing: navy blue jeans and white T-shirts as well as plain white socks.
"Before you ask any questions, amigos," the brunette next to the albino said happily, "check the notes in your pockets."
"My…pocket?" Arthur muttered and tentatively checked his pocket and found a piece of paper. He pulled it out and unfolded it to find text.
Welcome to Survival Game. The people in this room are the ones you can trust, but are also your competition. The goal is to survive the longest in a horror movie. If you accomplish this, you win. GOOD LUCK.
Arthur shivered slightly. He got a bad feeling about this. Just the word "survive" set him on edge.
"A…horror movie?" Alfred laughed slightly behind him.
"I'm surprised you could read it," Arthur rolled his eyes and sat down on the empty armchair. This was probably all just some prank. Some…really well thought out prank.
"Scared?" the white haired man with the girl tilted his head to the side.
"Of course not!" Alfred said proudly, making his way down the stairs and sitting on the arm of Arthur's armchair.
"I think we should all get acquainted," Francis chimed, making his way to sit next to the albino and brunette. "Since we will be playing this Survival Game together!"
"My name is Feliciano!" the lighter haired brunette with a curl to the side chimed happily. "But I think people called me Feli…"
"I am Antonio," the brunette next to the Frenchman and albino smiled. "You can call me Toni."
"I am the awesome Gilbert," the albino stretched. "You can all bow out now. I'm just so awesome, I know I'm gonna win this thing."
"Francis," Francis chimed, giving Arthur a wink that made him shiver.
"M-Matthew," the sandy-blonde haired kid muttered shyly.
"Lovino," the darker haired brunette with a curl grumbled. "If any of you bastards think of shortening it, I will kill you."
"But I thought Lovi was cute," Feliciano whined.
"Shut the fuck up," Lovino growled.
"My name is Ludwig," the stoic blonde sighed, rubbing at his head as if he had a headache.
"I am Natalia," the woman answered gruffly, and Arthur could see her clinging to the creepy, white haired man's arm.
"I am Ivan," the white haired man stated, looking at Natalia oddly.
"Alfred!" Alfred cheered happily.
"Arthur," Arthur sighed. "As nice as this is, does no one know where we are?"
"Not a clue," Gilbert sighed.
"I don't remember anything but my name…" Feliciano muttered.
"None of us even remembered what we looked like," Antonio shrugged.
"Speaking of which," Francis smirked, picking up a hand mirror from the table and tossing it to Arthur. "You two should get a good look at yourselves."
"Hold on tight, Artie," Gilbert cackled.
"Shut up," Arthur rolled his eyes. It did occur to him that he had no idea what he looked like. He looked into the mirror and found a man with ragged blonde hair and emerald eyes staring back. He looked rather grumpy, but the thing that drew the most attention were these massive eyebrows. "What the bloody hell…?"
"I was told not to say anything," Gilbert put his hands up in surrender.
"I find them rather sexy," Francis shrugged and Arthur handed the mirror over to Alfred.
"I didn't notice 'em," Alfred shrugged and admired himself. "But, damn, do I look good."
"Exactly what Gilbert said," Antonio laughed.
"You know the awesome me is the best specimen of man on Earth," Gilbert gloated.
"Ivan is better," Natalia muttered darkly.
"Go away," Ivan leaned away slightly from her, but she stayed clinging onto his arm.
"How the Hell is this anything like a horror movie?" Lovino scoffed. "Seems more like a fucking comedy."
"Ja, I agree," Ludwig nodded and started looking around the room. "Something is off about this whole thing."
"I've checked through the whole house," Matthew shrugged. "The doors outside are locked and the windows are, too."
"So, we aren't allowed outside," Alfred muttered. "Classic horror movie thing."
"The pantry is full of things that don't go bad easily," Francis stated. "Bread and chips and juice. Other than that, there is nothing else."
"No pasta?" Feliciano whimpered. "What terrible news!"
"Where did you all wake up?" Arthur asked.
"Gilbert, Antonio, and I woke up in the master bedroom," Francis stated.
"Lovino, Ludwig, and I woke up in the kitchen," Feliciano stated.
"Ivan and I were in the basement," Natalia stated.
"I was in the bathroom," Matthew muttered.
"And we were in that room," Arthur muttered.
"Okay, we need to make some rules!" Alfred stood up and moved to the center of the rules. "We need to live for as long as possible."
"The point of the game is to be the last one standing, da?" Ivan asked. "Then that means it should be everyone for themselves."
"No!" Natalia snapped, holding onto him tighter and Ivan winced.
"The best way to stay alive is to be in a group," Ludwig stated.
"Okay," Alfred cleared his throat. "First and most important rule; never go off on your own. It's classic horror movie for the guy that goes off on his own to get killed off first."
"We aren't even sure if this is a horror movie yet," Arthur sighed. Suddenly, a bright flash of light came from the window, quickly followed by the sound of booming thunder that shook the house and an onslaught of rain.
"Hello, thunderstorm," Alfred smirked. "Classic horror movie."
"Now all we need is a guy with a mask and a chainsaw," Gilbert leaned back. "I'm not worried, I'm awesome. I know I can handle whatever comes up."
"You do realize the note said 'survive,' right?" Arthur scoffed. "That means there is a chance you could die. We could all die."
"That just means you have to be good at the game," Antonio shrugged.
"Don't worry, Artie," Alfred came over and slung his arm over his shoulders. "I'll protect you, like the hero I am!"
There was a roar of noise coming from what Arthur assumed was the front door that was only a couple feet away and everyone turned their attention to the door.
"Why did you have to say chainsaw?" Francis sighed.
Almost on cue, a chainsaw blade thrust through the door, spattering wood everywhere and Alfred let out a scream.
Okay, so there may be a fair amount of humor in this, too, but it is supposed to be horror and suspense. The chainsaw murderer is about to come in swinging, so we got our horror coming up soon. Anyway, our main character and primary source of narrative will be Arthur, since he would be so wonderful in a crisis like this. I know things are confusing right now, but that's just because it's meant to be. As long as they're confused, so are you. It's meant to be that way.
Also, there will be assorted pairings in this story. Prucan and GerIta are definite pairings that will happen, there will be one-sided Spamano (Because Lovino doesn't give poor toni a chance). Belarus is, as always, obsessed with Ivan, so that's a stalker pairing. And I'm going to do something interesting with the last pairing. Both Alfred and Francis are going to become "infatuated" with Arthur, and he is going to start falling for both of them. It is up to you guys to decide who he goes with. I normally write USUK, but for the sake of what my fans want, I could write FrUK. There is a poll on my profile, so please look at that and tell me which pairing you want. You get unlimited votes, just please don't go overboard.
My updates will be every couple days because I'm writing two other stories with this. You should check them out. They're "Bulletproof" and "Back in Time."
And I guess I should put this in:
Warning: This is a survival game. The one who wins is the one who survives the longest. Key word: "survives." You have been warned.
Other than that, please review! I would love to know if I'm any good at horror/suspense… You know, once I get there. Look out for chapter 2: Chainsaw.
And I do not and never will own Hetalia. If I did, that would be amazing.