A/N: Okay~ It's Alchemist here~! I have this story on dA too (my username is also AlchemistOfSushi), so it may be familiar. Anywho~ I hope you like this one!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia! It belongs to Hidekaz Himuraya~
Horror Legend belongs to whoever made it up/found it...

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Alfred was keen to tell Arthur about the mad old man who'd been buried alive up at the cemetery just a few kilometres away from Francis's house. He told the older boy that if someone went up to the cemetery at night, they would be able to hear the man scratching at his coffin. Arthur scoffed and brushed Alfred's hand off his shoulder. Alfred continued to tell Arthur that apparently, if someone went to his grave, he would grab them and pull them into the coffin with them. At this point, Wang Yao told Alfred to stop being so gullible, but Alfred protested that it was true.

'Then how about you prove it?' Ivan suggested. Alfred's mouth dropped open. He saw the smirk tugging at Ivan's lips as he tried to speak but found no voice. 'You are the hero, am I right?'

'Yes! Of course I am!' Alfred laughed, rubbing the back of his head nervously. Arthur let out a half-laugh. Wang Yao came back into the room holding a long stake with a sharp, pointed tip. Ivan told Alfred to prove his heroic demeanour by going up to the graveyard that night and stabbing the stake into the ground and then returning back to Francis's house.

So, that night, they were all sitting in the living room of Francis's house, huddled around a walkie-talkie, while Alfred took the stake and began his journey up to the graveyard. On the way there, he told himself that he was going to be okay. I can do this, I'm the hero. I'm the hero. He gulped as his sapphire hues rested on the headstone of the old man's grave on the other side of the large cemetery.

His free hand rested on the walkie-talkie connected to his belt. He was tempted to radio Arthur and tell him he was coming back. No… I made a promise. If I go back now, I'll be the laughing stock of the World Meetings.

'I'm the hero,' Alfred said, looking determined, striding through the other graves and around the headstones. 'I can do this! This is just a game!'

When he reached the old man's grave, he took a deep breath, calming his nerves, before driving the stake deep into the ground without hesitation. As the stake embedded itself into the earthy ground, Alfred's sleeve caught on the walkie-talkie, flipping it a few metres away from where the blonde was standing. Pleased with his efforts, Alfred smiled triumphantly as he looked at the headstone.

He turned to get the walkie-talkie, radio Arthur and then make his way back to Francis's house. As he went to walk away, he felt a tug on his trousers and a cold object rubbing against his ankle. The blonde began to scream and then he collapsed.

Half an hour had passed, and Alfred had not returned, so Francis and Arthur suggested that the best thing to do would be to go and look for him. Alfred had not answered his walkie-talkie — all they got was static.

When the group got to the grave, they found Alfred's body, cold and pale, lying on the ground. Arthur was about to admit that the younger boy had been right, when Wang Yao noticed that the stake had gone through the bottom of Alfred's trousers. In his haste, Alfred had thought that the stake holding him down had been the man. It wasn't the man that killed him though; he'd died of fright.

This has always been one I liked... I don't know why... -idiotic smile-

Alfred: WHYY DID YOU KILL ME OFF FIRST? D'X I'm the HERO! I HAVE to live!
Alchemist: ... -hides in corner, waving white flag- A Gomen nasaiiiii!
Iggy: -smirks behind his tea-

Reviewers get a cookie and a shirtless nation of their choice~ :D

Also, if there are any horror legend requests, I will be happy to take your ideas. Nations like America, who have already suffered their fate, can't be chosen, but the nations who survive, or are mentioned in the fanfiction (such as Iggy, France, Russia, etc.) will be allowed in~

Next up: Im Yong Soo (Korea)