I pulled this out my butt just now while watching one of my favorite youtubers playing the newest SlenderMan. I was also inspired by a "bro" (if you watch Pewdiepie, you'll get it) who did a Kingdom Hearts version. So, here's mine with Hetalia.

Disclaimer: I don't own either Hetalia nor Slender.

Welp, they've done it now.

He was conned into flashlight tag with the two most childish people in the world. He had asked to be saved. To be given some sort of chore so he wouldn't have to babysit someone else's burden.

But no. Italy and America had dragged him away into the great outdoors to play a very wonderful, very fun game of flashlight tag.

He'd never admit it, but he hated the dark. Actually, it was borderline of being afraid. Like, burst into tears afraid.

England hid behind a tree as the other two ran around tagging each other. He sat with his arms crossed while muttering curses to himself.

This day couldn't get any better. First, America catches him singing the world's worst song, and now he's been forced to play a childish game with these two children.

England glanced from behind the tree and noticed that both America and Italy were gone. He gulped, looking around at the dark. Where could America have led Italy? Seriously?

"Oh, bullocks..." He groaned, turning on his flashlight.

He walked down a small dirt path and saw lights flashing in the background. He picked up speed and saw America and Italy playing behind a chain linked fence.

"How the bloody hell did you two get over there?" He asked as he walked up.

"That..?" America said nonchalantly as he pointed his light towards a small tear in the fence, "Need help getting through?" America smirked.

England glared and walked over to the rip and crawled through, looking around, "What is this place? Didn't you two think it may be off-limits?"

They were silent.

"Of course not..."

"Let's explore it!" beamed Italy as he ran off.

"Dude, wait up, you can't just run off!" screamed America as he followed.

England blinked. But didn't they just run off and leave him a few minutes ago?

He sighed and followed, only slowly. As he looked around he realized just how much he was starting to hate this place. It was covered in fog. And it was eerily quiet. Still and quiet.

He was about to yell after them when something white caught his eye. He turned and saw a piece of paper stuck to a tree. England looked back at the pair that was checking out a broken down truck and decided against his better judgement to go look. By himself. In the dark.

England shuddered and walked over to the tree. His gut told him that this was an overall bad idea, but his curiosity wouldn't let him live it down if he just left it.

He tore it off the tree, "He has no eyes...?", he read aloud to himself. The hell sort of joke is this?

"Whatcha looking at?"

England jumped, tossing the paper in the air, America catching it from his position behind England.

"Ooh, creepy!" America smiled, "Nice find, Artie!"

England growled and ripped the paper from his hands, "Gather your buddy and let's get the hell out of here already," he crossed his arms.

"Fine," America rolled his eyes and went over to the truck where Italy was playing with the door. England followed close behind.

Did he just hear footsteps behind him?

"C'mon, man, Party Pooper over here's ready to go back," America said, pointing behind himself at England, recieving a glare in return.

He was about to make a retort to that untill Italy's flashlight went out. They all went silent, staring at the flashlight. Then, America's did. Just great.

"See what happens when you over use things?" England ground out.

"Awh, hell, calm down, we still have yours,"

"And I'm holding it," England glared.

All three started to walk down the path, trying to find the half in the fence with the rip that would act as their exit. They must have come across ten different parts of the fence and didn't even find a single hint that there use to be anything at all wrong with it.

Puzzled, they turned around, making a course for the next path through the trees. All the while, England could hear slower fainter footsteps behind them. He gulped and got closer to America, which caused Italy to get closer to England.

Awesome, now England had his own little shelter!

The footsteps seemed to get closer and closer. If it didn't stop, England was going to need a new pair of pants after this.

"Hey, look!" yelled Italy, who ran over to the side of a building, "I found another!"

He waved a piece of paper in his hands and England grabbed it, reading over it and then regretting it, handing it off the America with a pale face.

"Can't run..," America read. The picture showed a tall slender person hidden in the trees with no face, "This is really making me-"

England turned to America and saw he was looking into the woods with wide eyes, "What now?"

England did the same and stopped midstep. There, hidden in the trees was a tall very slim figure wearing a suit and tie, and, he indeed had no face.

"I-Italy, how many papers d-did you find exactly..?" England start scooting to hide behind America a bit.

"I-I think about five.." Italy moved behind England.

"Guys, you know how I always talk about being the super hero...?"

Both England and Italy looked up at him.

"I take it back..."

England and Italy looked up at him wide-eyed then over at the man who had moved to a closer tree like a ninja.

Italy screamed and ran off, England looked over at him about to yell for him to come back untill America followed suit.

"You cowards, get back here!"

England turned to see where the man was, only to come face to face with his stomach. His eyes grew as wide as saucers and he dropped his flashlight.

"Bloody hell..."

He ran as fast as he could after the two men, practically jumping on America's back. They reached a fence, all three running into it.

America looked around, glancing back and seeing the man watching from behind yet another tree. He grabbed Italy and practically threw him over the fence. Seeing as England was already climbing up it, he placed his hands on England's arse and pushed him over. He glanced back, seeing the man getting closer, so he scrambled over the fence himself as fast as he possibly could.

All three men looked back and saw the man staring at them from behind the fence. Italy stuck his tongue out, America stuck his middle finger out at him, and England sighed heavily.

They turned and started to make their way back, walking closely together. England looked up at America and deadpanned.

"I'm never playing flashlight tag with you again."

I hope you all enjoyed!

Love, ShuChan