So, this is an idea I had forever ago, and I figured I'd upload something since I haven't in ages . . . I feel so bad . . .

Anyway, this is pretty much just me putting Hetalia characters into scary stories and urban legends here and there. I guess I'll just keep going until I run out of stories. I'll probably upload one every week to space it out and make you wait (XD I'm evil!), but I just might forget, so try not to shoot me if I'm late on one. I have to have deadlines for things or I never get them done.

Now that we've got that ramble out of the way . . .

Humans Can Lick, Too

Matthew Williams hadn't ever really been bothered by staying at home alone. His older brother Francis had to work two jobs to support the two of them, often being forced to leave Matthew alone with the ear of one the neighbors, Arthur Kirkland, out for him. Francis, seemingly for nothing in return, had talked Arthur into listening out for Matthew whenever he was gone, the Briton occasionally coming over to check on the little Canadian. Matthew didn't mind. Arthur was nice, and he had his pet malamute, Kumajiro, to keep him company.

One night, Matthew had been sitting in the living room just before bed with Kumajiro playing with his toy soldiers. He was having a grand time, pretending to lead the Canadian army against that of Soviet Russia's (because he had a very active imagination), and Kumajiro seemed perfectly content with watching his master play to his little heart's content.

A light knock on the apartment door startled Matthew slightly, but the voice that followed soothed him.

"Matthew? It's Arthur."

Matthew grinned. "Password?" he asked, standing and walking over to the door.

"Maple."

The Canadian beamed wider, reaching up on tiptoe to undo the chain lock and deadbolt before pulling the door open. Arthur was standing on the other side in the old shorts and white shirt that served as his pajamas, his hair a bit messier than before and his eyes slightly reddened. Matthew knew that Arthur was tired, just like Francis usually was, from having to work hard to support his own brother, Alfred, and himself, but sometimes he wondered if the Briton ever drank. Sometimes he did smell a bit strange when he came in to check on the Canadian.

"Are you okay, lad?" Arthur asked, sounding exhausted.

Matthew nodded, his odd curl of hair bobbing with the motion.

Arthur smiled. "Good. Make sure you lock the door and windows tight tonight, Matthew. I heard on the news that there's a bad man roaming the neighborhood, and I can't have him coming in and taking you away, can I?"

Matthew grinned, shaking his head. "Nope! I'll lock everything extra tight!"

"Good lad," Arthur said, ruffling Matthew's silken hair. "I'm going to bed now, and I don't want to hear you up much longer, understand? You lock up and get to bed."

"Of course, Artie!" Matthew replied, grinning. "Good night!"

"Good night, lad."

With that, Matthew shut the door behind his warden of sorts, redoing the chain lock and deadbolt before darting into the other rooms of the apartment to lock everything tight. There was one window in the kitchen that wouldn't quite shut all the way, but Matthew didn't think much of it as he led Kumajiro into his bedroom and slipped into bed after turning everything off.

Sometime in the night, Matthew awoke to the sound of dripping. It was strange – he was sure he'd turned the sink off after he'd brushed his teeth. But, there it was – the steady drip . . . drip . . . drip of a leaky sink.

Confused, Matthew let his hand fall over the side of the bed to where Kumajiro was sleeping. He felt around for the dog's fur, but he couldn't seem to locate it. However, when he felt a tongue run over his fingers, he relaxed. Kumajiro was simply hiding under the bed!

Smiling, Matthew tried to ignore the dripping and go back to sleep. His hand continued to dangle from the side of the bed, Kumajiro occasionally licking it as if to say, 'Hey! I'm here! It's okay!' However, the little Canadian couldn't seem to fall back asleep due to that infernal dripping noise.

Frustrated, Matthew clambered sleepily out of the bed, staggering out of his room and into the bathroom. Indigo eyes went wide in terror as he flipped the light on, a scream of horror lodged in the child's throat.

Suspended from the showerhead of the bathtub, Kumajiro's body hung on a thin piece of razor wire from his neck, blood dripping down steadily into his white fur. The dog's body had been torn open, intestines and bowels spread over the bottom of the tub. Poor Kumajiro was mutilated, broken, and, to Matthew's shock, the source of the dripping noise. Blood was plopping rhythmically from the dog's body down into the tub, slowly filling the bottom with the vile red substance.

The thing that made Matthew's blood run cold, however, was the message scrawled in blood on the bathroom mirror.

"Humans can lick, too."

Please, please, please, let me know if there are any sorts of mistakes. Poor writing is one of my pet peeves, so please let me know if I'm doing it.

If you have any requests for this, drop me a review and I'll try to work it in. If not, review anyway! They make my soul happy. =3