Re: HetaOni

Loop 1 - Part 1

Disclaimers and notes:

I don't own Hetalia, obviously, or the original HetaOni. This was just inspired by it.

This was taken from an MSN roleplay with my friend (Fem!Egypt) and I, and I incorporated HetaOni into it for the thrills...then got the idea to write it out as we go along (and before we get to some parts, so she knows where I want the story to go.) I don't actually expect many readers...after all, its not yaoi and I'm pairing OCs with canons, so I honestly expect fangirl hate. But I don't really care; its my story, I'm not putting it up for anyone but me and my RP buddy. 8D So yeah, don't bother yelling at me for the content, I won't pay attention. At all.

"A haunted house? Here?"

"That's what I heard. Why, are you interested, occult nerd?"

"D-Don't say it like that!"

England huffed, folding his arms at the smirking albino in front of him. It was his acquaintance, Antarctica, though everyone knew her as Arc. Though, he had only recently found out that he should have been calling Arc 'her' this whole time… But Arc hadn't cared either way, luckily, and her potential temper was controlled towards the bushy-browed man.

A contributing factor might have been the girl holding onto his arm, an apparent friend of the icy nation, Egypt herself. "Hey, don't pick on my Iggy!" she pouted at her albino friend, who sighed, folding her arms.

"Sheesh. It was a joke. Don't you people have a sense of humor anymore?" Arc shook her head, and then unfolded her arms to give them a wave.

"Well. I'm not going to hang around and bother you two anymore; I have a haunted house to hunt down.

England and Egypt both turned their heads to look back at her, England shrugging despite being interested in the supposed haunted house, and starting to lead Egypt off in the other direction.

It will be a little lonely with nobody coming with me… But I spent thousands of years alone, why am I worried about a short time in this place alone? Arc wondered to herself. …Probably because I'm used to being with people now… she sighed, audibly as she walked down a deserted street. The farther she went down it, the more eerie of a feeling she was getting.

"…I must be getting close. I'm getting a creepy feeling," the albino muttered to herself, red eyes ever alert and scanning her surroundings. Now I wish I had that Shinatty-chan plush that China gave me… she couldn't help but think with a light blush. It was embarrassing to admit to herself, but she'd become…weaker since she started getting close to people, and she hated it.

This may be just what I need to toughen back up.

Arc came to a dead halt when she found herself in front of a Victorian-style mansion, looking as if it would be in a horror movie. It nearly screamed "stay out", but of course the girl was going to go inside. Before she started up towards the door, however, a thought entered her mind.

Those rumors about people never coming out when they go in… I don't want to be forgotten… Maybe—maybe I should tell someone I'm going in here. She considered who she could tell, immediately ruling England out since he would make fun of her. She was having complications with Japan. Belarus…probably wouldn't notice if she did send a message. Russia would probably try and come after her, since it was haunted…and he apparently liked scary things. Canada would worry too much too; Arc was one of the few that actually noticed him. Senkaku would go whine to Japan and/or China about being worried, knowing her. Korea…just no. Then came the most obvious choice…China. In fact, China had been the first one she'd talked to about the place, but she'd never actually told him that she was going there. She knew his superstitious nature; if he knew she was actually going inside… He would try everything to stop her. All the more reason to tell him just before she went in; then it would be too late for him to make her go back.

Arc pulled out her phone, opening a blank message, setting China as recipient, then typing in her message.

"I found that haunted house I told you about. I'm going inside, don't try and tell me not to. But…if anything weird happens and I don't come back…don't forget about me, please."

Click, send. She pocketed the phone, and walked boldly up to the door, yanking it open; after all, nobody lived there except the supposed source of the haunting.

The first thing she noticed, as she walked through the lobby-like room into a den, was how…oddly clean it was. It had the eerily empty feel, but there wasn't a speck of dust, it seemed. Arc was already feeling uneasy. Come on, just a little longer. At least check out a couple floors.

Convincing herself, she proceeded with a deep breath. Normally not shaken by anything except near-death scenarios, it was most likely the fact that this place bordered on the supernatural that affected Arc so badly. Though, luckily, nothing odd had happened…yet. No sound except her footsteps and slight creaking of the boards under her feet could be heard…

At least until a barely audible crash back towards the den startled Arc. What…was…?

Whirling around on her heel, she walked back in the direction of the den, on her toes to keep as quiet as possible. Pressing her back to the wall to the left of the door, she leaned her head slowly…carefully to peek into the den…

And saw nothing there. With a sigh, she relaxed a little and walked into the den, only to hear something crack under her feet. Pulling her feet back almost immediately, she saw what looked like the remains of a broken mug under her feet.

"Woah…gotta watch that." She took a step back, then leaned down to inspect further. Wait a second… There weren't any mugs around here. …Even if there were…what would have knocked it—

Then came a footstep, behind her…in the doorway. Her eyes widening more than she thought possible, she stood quickly and whirled around, blindly grabbing for the hilt of her knife...

She wasn't even able to scream.