This is the first cross-over I've ever done, so go easy on me. Although I would appreciate it if you guys inform me of any mistakes I make. I'm sorry if this turns out really crappy, by the way.

Summary: When the boys of Hetalia step into the house of 999 happy haunts, what will they face? How will they defend themselves? More importantly, how will they escape? It sounds like HetaOni, doesn't it? I assure you, it's not.

~~~Prologue~~~

"Another boring meeting," America sighed. He thought back to that scary movie night he had with England, Canada, and France. America shivered at the thought of the decapitated heads on the tree in the beginning of the movie.* Nothing could possibly be worse than having your head cut off by some dude with a grudge. America thought to himself, again shivering.

"Hey, America!" England called. America immediately directed his glance towards the Brit.

"Y-yeah? what's, uh, what's up?" America chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his sweaty neck. Wait, sweaty? The confused nation glanced down at his hand to see, sure enough, sweat.

"You're a bit jumpy today. Also, you're shivering and sweating," England explained with a calm expression. On the inside, though, he was cringing at the amount of sweat that had drenched his companion.

"What, me? Pfft! I-I'm not jumpy!" he declared, creating even more suspicion for the Englishman.

"Right...Anyway, France said he heard a rumor of a manor in his country that is currently believed to be haunted. They call it the "Phantom Manor" I think it was. Would you like to come with us to explore?" offered England.

"Who's going?" America asked wearily.

"Well, France, for one," England spat out the name. "Then there is Germany, Italy, Japan, Russia, your brother, Romano, Spain, and me of course. So are you in?" England questioned.

Alfred thought for a moment.

.:Later:.

"A-are you sure this is it?" America asked, obviously terrified. The Brit next to him raised a (rather bushy) eyebrow and chuckled.

"Scared, are we now, hero?" England snickered. America shot him a glare and jabbed his friend's arm.

"Am not! Heroes don't get scared! Right, Mattie?" The North American nation patted his twin's shoulder, only to realize he had patted the air.

"Mattie? Matthew, where'd ya go, dude?" America called. A hand came in contact with the back of his head.

"OW!" he screamed, rubbing the spot where he had gotten smacked.

"I'm right here, you dunce," Canada growled.

"Oh."

The group of nations stepped into the long abandoned mansion, unaware of the creepy ghouls they will soon meet.

* High-five me if you know what movie I was referring to.

Hope you enjoyed!