The room was silent, all except for the quiet, muffled voices of giving instructions such as "move your arm here" or "tell me if this hurts." The trio at the furthest wall parallel from the door was working on their injuries. Japan had somehow managed to get the least injured in their last battle, after Italy of course. Germany on the other hand, had suffered the worst. From the remains of the white flag the Italian had brought along, they were bandaged his wounds carefully. All the while, they kept a fearful eye on the door.
"How is that, Germany-san?" Japan inquired as he tightened the injuring on the German's lower arm.
"It holds. We can't worry about it too much," he spoke. His voice, ever since they arrived in this mansion, was a bit shaking but he had managed to calm it after more and more times passed when they faced that Thing.
"B-but Germany, we have to worry about our injuries, we're not nations in here. Y-you could die!" Italy cried out.
The room faced a grave silence. It haunted all of them to know that they could face their end here. They were soldiers on a battle field, fighting not for just their lives but for their comrades' lives. Here they were allied at any group of friends or humans were.
The silence broke quickly as another entered the room. The albino male panted as he quickly closed the door. His features were more pale than usual. It was not a good sign.
"Prussia, what is wrong?" Germany asked.
"We need to get out of here, out of this room," he declared. His voice started off weak but slowly grew louder and more confident. He stared at the trio axis nations in horror and spun around. He cursed loudly as he struggled with the door. "Nein, nein, nein," he muttered as he knew someone or something was blocking their exit.
Germany stood up and moved to the door. He knew his brother well but did not trust him fully. He struggled with the door knob and then the door itself. No luck for either of the German nations. Germany paused and looked over the door as if thinking but meanwhile, Italy had frozen in his spot. His heart skipped a beat and he clenched the journal tightly. Japan knew as well and pulled out his sword. "Germany! Prussia!" he yelled and swirled around to find they were trapped with their worst nightmare. He swirled around and slashed the thing with all his might before the others joined him.
Hey guys, this a series based off of HetaOni. Originally an idea for a panel that I'm doing at a con, I decided to turn it into a story. This story in a way is like many of the "Choose your own ending" stories. As we progress further, I will allow you as the readers to suggest what route the nations should take place. We all watch horror movies and yell at the screen what your beloved characters to do. Well, maybe yelling at your computer screen along with a comment will allow them to listen to you. I'll take serious to stupid suggestions. Anything from "walk through the wall" to "destroy the wall." It's all up to you guys. Just keep reading and I'll let you know.