Italy shivered. "wow, we are almost there" …. "I can't wait to get out of this rain" Italy cried as he looked up at the ominous moon looming over the axis and the tomato lovers. "Ja, it's hard to believe we were just at the foot of this mountain two hours ago." Germany said as the rain started to come down bit harder. "Italy, how much farther is we from the house the masquerade is being held?" Japan asked. Italy looked a map of the area."It says we are half an inch away from the house!" Germany shouted "Idiot! That means we are half a mile away from the house!" Romano looked with annoyance. "Shut up and keep pace idiotas!" Germany looked as if he wanted to choke this little brat, who does he think he is talking to? Instead, he just sighed. "Now, now my little toma, when we get to the top, I brought a bunch of tomatoes for us to enjoy!" Spain said with a promising smile. Romano let out a small smile but quickly frowned. "hmph fine you bastard!". Spain smiled.
Japan looked concerned at the old creaking house, which was in a sickly dark color that made it look like it came straight out of at horror movie. "Wow, we finally made it!" Italy said with his usual oblivious glee. "Ja, and I didn't expect it to be a mansion either." Romano sulked. I don't think it's very interesting though. Damn it! Who took my damn mask!" Spain soften his smile. "You told me to hold on to it until we got up the mountain Romano." "Well!" Romano growled. "Give it back!". Spain was use to this verbal abuse. Many years of hearing Romano berating him taught him how to keep a smile even though it hurted being called 'Bastard' and a 'Jerk' all the time.
Japan peered through the door to see a very dark and well hidden grand foyer. "This home!" Japan said with disbelief. "I-It looks like as if this home belongs to a multi-millionaire!" "Ve~ really?" Italy always wondered what it's like to live in a millionaire's home. "hmm, the owner looks like he had enough time to work on the inside, but not the exterior." Germany peeked back at the rotting wood outside before going back in. Romano walked close to Spain as if he was scared of being separated in this dark house, which he was. "wah, this home is just to creep-" Romano tripped " AW FUCK!" Romano screamed in fake pain. "Mister Romano-san, are you ok? Japan asked with concern on his face. "S-si I am, what the hell did I trip over?!" Romano looked back and found a little box that seemed to have nothing in it but a small piece of paper which looked dark as the rest of the house. "What the hell is this?" Germany picked up the piece of paper, then the box. "It appears we have to use our human names through-out this entire party." Italy smiled with delight. "Wow! This party is fancy!"
Romano let out a small gasp, and then cuss. " Damn it! I cannot open this bastard of a door!" Spain looked back in some concern. " What do you mean Romano?"
"WE ARE TRAPPED IN THIS HOUSE!" cried Romano. "THIS DAMN HOUSE!" Italy looked up "What! I don't want to be in here! Germany!" The German just let out a sigh and spoke. "M-maybe the owner just wants to keep us all here... until the party is over." trying to comfort the scared Italians. "Hell no! I hate being locked up somewhere! Especially when that damn scone making British is here!". Japan began to let out a long sigh." If I remember correctly, that should be the bedroom?" he explained. " not the main entrance." Germany turned back to the Italians and the Spanish. " J-Ja, we walked further than that remember?" He felt a small chilling breath of wind coming from under the locked bedroom door. " lets head back to the party now, si?" Italy look like his usual happy self again. "Si!" "Hmph, Whatever." Japan thought up of a small mental map of the place. "If my hunches are correct, the party is taking place in the grand ballroom." "What are you waiting for!" Italy asked rhetorically. "Lets go!"
Little did they know, of what tragedies will follow.
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Sorry for a short chapter, i promise a longer chapter next, what will happening, hmmm. Please reveiw
