Hello everyone! Well, this is it: my second and final Hetalian Creepypastas challenge. Like before, I will be posting a series of short creepypastas (Hetalia rendered, of course) each day for the month of October. All stories have been selected beforehand, and you can find each of the original creepypastas online. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters; those belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. All credit to creepypastas has been given to their respective owners.

Noise. That's all Iceland could hear as he stood in the large hallway. Just noise. Nations chattering with one another more loudly than they really needed to. That's not to say the young nation didn't want them to talk, just…couldn't anybody talk about more relevant and adult topics? Like the two meetings that would be starting in a few minutes? Sometimes he wondered if he was the only mature person present.

"Heya Icy!"Iceland flinched as a hand slapped down on his shoulder. He turned to find Denmark grinning behind him. "Are you ready for your presentation tonight?"

"I guess so," answered the other, "Though why shouldn't I be? I've given plenty of speeches to you guys before."

"Not one to this many diverse countries." Norway walked up to the two, completing the trio of Nordics present for the meeting. "It's not too many of the major nations, though; you should relax. Don't be so nervous."

"I'm not nervous," Iceland frowned, looking away. Denmark laughed.

"We'll see soon enough. Everyone's breaking up now." As was so– nations were splitting off into their respective meeting rooms, the conversations quieting as it was back to business for the world. Iceland followed Denmark and Norway inside one of the rooms as well.

His audience was waiting with nervous anticipation. It was clear by a few's demeanors that this type of global recognition (even if they were only listeners during a meeting) was new to them as well. A small comfort to the Icelandic as he made his way to the front of the room—they were all in the same boat. When he reached to podium, he spotted the subtle nod of encouragement from Norway and the not-at-all subtle thumbs up from Denmark.

Iceland checked the clock on the laptop atop the podium. It was 8:00 on the dot. Time to get started.

"Good evening, everyone. I, Iceland, will be your speaker and presenter for the night. I would like to begin the meeting with a brief overview of the world economy." He tapped two buttons on his laptop to start the slideshow. "What you see now is a summary of the current state of the—" Not even two minutes in and already a hand was raised into the air.

That was fine, just keep calm.

"Yes?" Iceland hoped his voice didn't sound as jittery as he felt…not that he was. "Uh, wait a minute, you are?"

"Um, I-I'm just filling in for big brother," Liechtenstein answered a bit nervously when all eyes turned to her. "But, um, there's nothing on the screen."

Not willing to show his audience the creeping blush of embarrassment, Iceland spun around and checked. As she said, the screen was a blank blue—it apparently wasn't even connected to any of the equipment. But that couldn't be right because Iceland had made sure everything was set up beforehand. All the presenter could utter was a low "…Huh."

"There is nothing to fret," India spoke assuredly, "We can simply call someone for help."

"Does anyone know if a tech is still even in the building?" Cyprus wondered, "It is kind of late."

"Yeah, I think so," answered Bulgaria, his Romanian friend nodding in agreement.

"Then problem solved," smiled Denmark, standing and making his way to an intercom button. He pressed it. "Hello?" A pause. Then…

"This is the front desk. How may I help?" a female's voice reached through the speakers.

"The projector's not working in Room 202 for some reason. Could you send someone to come and fix it?"

"Oh. That again," the woman responded, a bit of sympathy in her tone. "Sorry, it's nothing on your part. There's a problem with the wires connecting that room to the technical room. I'll have someone go and fix it. It will take a few minutes, however. I'll call back when everything is repaired."

"Thanks!"

"So now what?" Vietnam asked as the Dane took his seat.

Cuba shrugged. "Anyone got any cards?"

"I do," replied Monaco, and she gladly took out a deck of playing cards from her purse. Poland eyed her.

"And you just, like, carry around a bunch of cards everywhere you go?" Her defensive reply was prompt.

"You never know when the chance to play a quick round or two will crop up."

"All in favor for cards then?" Taiwan said, "Raise your hand if you are." It was almost unanimous. The only one against merely stared in shock.

"Wait a minute. You all would rather play games?" Iceland questioned them. Weren't they all adults here? Okay, two weren't, he had to admit—Liechtenstein and Moldova—but shouldn't the rest be taking this seriously? Just because he wasn't presenting at the moment didn't mean this wasn't an official meeting of world countries.

Norway lowered his hand. "Iceland is right. We should be more serious about this." Iceland smiled internally at his brother.

"You're probably right," sighed Taiwan, reluctantly lowering her hand as well. Cyprus, Denmark, and New Zealand followed suit.

"Then what should we do in the meantime?" asked Thailand, folding his arms.

Blue eyes alighted with excitement. "Oh! Oh! We can tell creepypastas!" With the exception of Norway and Iceland groaning in exasperation, Denmark's suggestion was met with confused silence.

"Tell what?" India raised a brow.

"They're scary stories," answered New Zealand, his voice hinting of slight amusement. "Australia told me that's what he and some other nations did during last year's meeting when they were locked inside their meeting hall for the night."

"Yeah, and it was so much fun too," Denmark said excitedly. "What do you say we just tell a few stories? Just enough until the projector is fixed." The others seemed to like the idea. Iceland frowned.

"But the projector should be fixed any minute now," he tried to reason.

But Denmark waved him down. "Don't worry, I'll tell a quick one. Something to at least give you a taste of what we went through last time…"

Noises At Night

Based off of "Julia Was a Clever Girl"
Credited to IPostAtMidnight

As a young child Emil always knew he was a smart boy. He learned very early how his dear older siblings simply didn't know the answers to everything in life, that they weren't the unstoppable guardians most baby brothers expected their elder ones to be. He learned all this when he was just four years old.

"L-Lu! Lu, Mathy, help!" Naturally, his two brothers rushed into his bedroom only seconds after his cry.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Mathy asked, his voice noticeably alarmed.

"I-I," he stammered, "I h-heard a noise i-in my cl-closet." Immediately Lu strode quickly over to the closet door, yanking it open. He scanned the contents inside with the sharp eyes of an eagle.

"There's nothing here."

"But I heard something in there. I swear!" Mathy patted his head, shuffling his bed hair up even further.

"Well, it's gone now. Try to go back to sleep. We'll be here if you need us." So little Emil tried to hurry back to sleep as his brothers scoured the room and peeked out the window, looking as if they were actually searching for the scary monster that hid in the closet.

But as the week wore on and he found himself crying for them each night to find the source of the noise, he realized that this was all a game to them. And the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Surely they wanted Emil to believe that his all-powerful big brothers were so strong that the "monster" was hiding from them so it wouldn't have to face their wrath. They were probably enjoying the dependency, which was why they never found "it" so they would have to come back the following night to convincingly look again.

Well, Emil wasn't going to play along any longer. It was more than likely just a coat that had fallen. And as for why he heard it every night perhaps one of his brothers was hanging it up loosely on its hanger. There was only one way to find out.

"Lu! Mathy!" Like clockwork the brothers appeared in the doorway, starting their search before another word was uttered. Emil watched them in silence for a few minutes before blurting out, "Okay, stop it."

"Wha—ouch!" Mathy bumped his head on the lid of the toy chest he was peeking in. Rubbing the sore spot, he stood. "Stop what, Emil?"

"Stop pretending. You act like there's something here, but there's not." He frowned at the duo.

To their credit, the brothers didn't look upset for being caught. They did, however, look uncomfortable about something– Lu still glancing at the closet and Mathy double-checking the chest. "Well…just shout if you hear a noise," Mathy mumbled as he and Lu stepped softly toward the door. "Try to go back to sleep."

Emil settled back down under his sheets, muttering more to himself than to them, "Why do you guys keep checking anyway?" He did not expect a response.

"Once," Lu replied, almost as quietly as Emil had spoken, "Your brother Tino thought the noise from his closet was just his clothes falling." He peered down guiltily at his little brother. "It wasn't."

And little Emil, knowing he lived with only two brothers, couldn't sleep a wink the rest of the night.