A/N: My first fanfic in a while. I apologize for any errors. It's been so long since I've written anything.
This is based on HetaOni. For those who don't know, HetaOni is a Hetalia version of the horror RPG game, Aooni. While I do intend to stick rather close to the game, there will be some differences in my version. Of course, with an RPG, you don't really get a feeling for what the characters are feeling.
So, yeah. No comments of, "THIS IS LIKE HETAONI," please.
Ummm...enjoy?
Axis Powers Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya and Studio Deen. I own nothing.
Aooni is owned by nonprops. I own nothing.
"A deserted house on a mountain, about three hours on foot form the world summit place… No one knows how long it has been there nor who used to live in it. Rumors had it that it was haunted…"
"Ve.~ It's really here!"
"I thought it was just a rumor… I never thought we would actually find it."
"It has such a desolate feel. Not bad!"
"I don't think it's very interesting though…" Germany sighed. How had they ended up at this pathetic "haunted" house again? Glancing up at it, it looked like nothing but an ordinary western mansion with its bright red roof and tan stone walls. From the outside, he could see three floors all with several windows adorned with green shutters. Again, he wondered why they were here.
Oh, right. Italy had insisted on coming here after hearing America rave about the rumors of a haunted house. He'd somehow managed to ring him, Japan, and Prussia into coming with him.
Looking over at Japan, he saw the other man scrutinizing the house as well. He probably found it just as uninteresting as he did.
Japan turned to him, "Me neither. Can't we just go look at it from the outside and then leave?" The Asian man couldn't say he was afraid of ghosts (after all, he was usually the one America hugged to death while watching ghost shows, much to his discomfort), but he failed to see anything special about the house they were presently standing in front of.
"Awww! After all the trouble we had to find it? Come oooon! Let's just go in for a while, alright?" Italy whined. It had taken him quite a bit of persuasion to get the others to come with him (especially Japan, who had been completely disinterested from the start). He wasn't going to back down now! He simply pouted.
"F-Fine! We'll go!" Germany submitted. Why was he always incapable of saying no to Italy when he had that pathetic look on his face? "Just…let's not stay for long. I still never finished your training from earlier, Italy! No more skipping out!"
"Ve.~ Okay, okay, Germany." Italy smiled as he opened the door. "Let's go!"
Prussia internally snickered. He rather enjoyed watching Germany get pushed around by the pasta-loving red head.
As he walked into the house along with the others, he first noticed the long hallways and high ceilings. The floor, which was made of wood, stretched out into three directions from where they stood. A stair case stood not far from the door. All in all, it looked like a rather plane house. It wasn't what he'd been expecting from seeing the huge building outside.
"It's cleaner than I thought,." Italy said. It was true. He couldn't see a speck of dirt anywhere. That was odd for a house that was supposedly abandoned. Dust should have accumulated.
"Can we go now?" Germany asked. Although he put on a tough face, Prussia knew he was probably nervous. Germany was always a superstitious guy (1). He was sure that out of all of them, Germany probably wanted to be here the least.
Prussia couldn't resist getting in a tease. "What's the matter, West? You scaaared? Hmm?"
The blonde just frowned, "Are you-"
*CRAAAAAAAASH*
The four nations all jumped. What was that sound? Wasn't this house abandoned? It sounded like glass breaking…
Germany shivered but attempted not to show it. "Look, we should really be going now. You've seen all you want to see, right?"
"Oh, don't be silly!" Japan jested. "It's not like there are any ghosts or anything. Where is your common sense, Germany-san?" While it was true that no one was supposed to be living in this house, it didn't necessarily mean that something breaking was the work of a ghost. It could have always been a minor earthquake that they didn't feel, right? He was accustomed to things just falling off his shelves at his own home and had come to the conclusion that they must have been from small tremors. Of course, England had tried to yell at him that one time about some girl speaking to him while he stayed at his house, but Japan had decided long ago that the British man was a little weird in the head. He lived alone.
"I will investigate the sound." Japan stated as he began walking down the hall to the right, the direction the sound came from. "I will be right back."
"Be careful, Japan!" Prussia called. Okay, despite how absolutely awesome he was, even he had to admit that the sound of something crashing in an abandoned house was a little creepy. Just a little though. Yeah.
"I will, Prussia-san. Everyone can just stay here. I won't be long." The Asian responded. As he began his walk down the hall, he noticed a wooden door, painted black, on his left. It contrasted against the pure white paint that covered the rest of the walls. Nothing out of the ordinary so far.
Continuing forward, he reached two double doors. As he turned the handle of the door on the right, he idly reached over to the katana on his hip. No telling what he would find. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Entering the room, it appeared to be some sort of parlor. On the right side of the room sat three couches in front of a TV. A large dining table was in the middle of the room. To the left, he saw the kitchen along with another black door. Just as with the rest of the house, the kitchen looked spotless. The counter was completely white without a splotch of dirt or grime. It appeared as though the stove hadn't been used in a long time, if ever. Everything was so spotless, it almost appeared as if it was brand new.
"Ah. There." He'd finally found the source of the sound. Lying right next to the kitchen counter was a broken plate. "This plate is broken... I have to be careful not to hurt myself."
Deciding to return to the others to tell them what he'd found, he retraced his steps back to the entrance. Upon walking down the hall and returning to the foyer, he was shocked to discover everyone gone.
"Did they leave after all…?" He sighed. "How…regrettable." He was just beginning to find this place interesting. Oh well…
Japan went to the front door and twisted the handle. Strange…it wouldn't open. It was if it was locked from the outside. Feeling rather nervous suddenly, he decided he'd better find the others. Surely they'd just went off to investigate…right?
"Which way to go first…" He spoke to himself. "I imagine I might as well start on the hall going north to begin with. I can take the hall going east later."
Going forward, he found himself at a corner where the hall took a left turn. On his right was yet another door. Trying to turn the handle, he found it was also locked.
"Strange…" Walking down the hall further, he found a Japanese-style room on the right side of the hall. Four paper doors opened up to the large room with a green floor. Inspecting the room, he still found no sign of the other nations.
"Well, then…I guess I'll try the other hall…" Returning to the foyer, he instead took the hall going east this time. Again, he encountered a door. "Locked…again." This was getting stranger. The hall again ended in a corner with his only way to turn being right, so he began his trek down the other hall. Japan would soon learn that locked doors was not the strangest thing he would encounter.
He padded down the hall, careful to not make a sound. Internally, he chuckled. He still remembered his days as a ninja, always slinking around without others knowing… His mental pat on the back soon ended however, as a gasp escaped his mouth from what he saw in front of him.
There, at the end of the hall, was…a creature? It was turned away from him, so all he could see was the sickly grey skin of its back. Not noticing him, despite his gasp, the creature entered a room at the end of the hall.
Japan let go of the breath he'd subconsciously been holding. "Wha…What was that thing? I must be imagining things. I'm just tired, that's all."
Disregarding the thing he'd just seen, he continued down the hall until he reached a door on the right. Twisting the handle, expecting to find yet another locked door, he was surprised when it opened.
"A bathroom?" The floor was yellow and he could see the sink and toilet, clean, just as the rest of the house. Finding nothing of interest, he returned to the hallway. Something drug him to the room at the end of the hall. He was curious…what exactly was in there? He was sure that thing he'd seen had been a figment of his imagination. He could reason several explanations he would be imagining it, with his age and fatigue topping the list.
He slowly reached out to touch the handle. Carefully and steadily, he began to turn it. Again, he kept his other hand close to his katana. With the last bit of hesitation gone, he slammed against the door to open it…
…and ended up knocking himself back onto the ground. "I-Itaaaaaaai." The once-ninja blushed at his failed entrance. Yeah, he probably should have checked to make sure it wasn't locked before slamming his body against the door. Thankfully, neither China nor Korea were there to laugh at his clumsiness. Maybe his spying...no, sneaking skills were a bit rusty after all.
Quickly getting to his feet, he began to return to the foyer. The others probably went upstairs to look around. He'd try up there next. Before he knew it, he was again at the entrance.
Upon walking up the stairs, he yet again found himself in a place where there were three halls all heading in different directions. Taking the hall to his right, he approached a door on the left side of the hall. Upon trying the handle, he found it unlocked.
Stepping inside, he found a bedroom. He sighed. This place…was awfully boring. Well, he'd have to bare with it in order to find everyone else.
Leaving the room, he found the next room's door to be locked. What a surprise. He went to another room and the door was unlocked.
"Another bedroom." This room, however, did interest the Asian, for on the bed, he found a whip. The whip was awfully familiar. Where had he seen it before…
"Oh! This is Germany's whip." Picking the whip off of the bed, he inspected it. It was slightly worn (2). "…What is it doing in a place like this…?"
Inspecting the other three rooms on the floor, he found two were locked. There was nothing of interest in the unlocked room. It appeared to be some sort of living room.
Deciding to check out the first bedroom again, he returned. This time, he noticed something he hadn't seen before. On the left side of the room, there appeared to be some kind of door. Pushing it open slightly, he was surprised when a body came rolling out on top of his.
"Aaah!" Two yells resounded. Japan looked up to find Germany on top of him, a wild look in his eyes. He looked absolutely…terrified?
Terrified? Terrified and Germany didn't go together. As he got out from under Germany, he couldn't even find it in himself to be embarrassed at the breach in his personal space (at one time, he probably would have told the larger man to take responsibility…). That terrified look in Germany's eyes made Japan himself feel terrified.
"Ge-Germany-san!"
He didn't get a response. All the blonde man did was sit there trembling slightly. Japan couldn't recall a time he'd ever seen the European nation this shaken.
"Germany-san, where is everyone else?"
No response.
Japan sighed. "Germany-san, you look shaken." Remembering the kitchen he saw downstairs, he said, "I'll go get you something to drink, okay?"
Again, he didn't get a response. Leaving the room, Japan again found himself walking through the large house. All he could think of as he approached the kitchen was that look on Germany's face. What could have terrified Germany that much…?
Twisting the faucet in the kitchen, no water came out. "Hmm…it appears to be broken. I'll have to find water somewhere else…"
He'd try the bathroom next. It was the only other place he'd found that could have water. Luckily for him, the faucet worked. He was thankful. He was almost afraid he'd have to give Germany toilet water. Returning to the room, he found Germany to be in the same state he'd left him.
"Germany-san, I brought you some water. Drink it and try to calm down."
Germany took the drink and immediately began to gulp it down as if he hadn't had water in years. He cringed a little and said, "…Is this really water?"
"Judging by it's color…probably…?" That was the only response he could really give. He hoped it was water. Then again, it wasn't filtered and unfiltered water tasted bad…
"I see." Germany responsed. He already looked much better. "Anyway, I'm sorry for falling apart like that. I feel much better now. Thank you."
"That's good. Do you know where the others are?"
Germany lowered his head and Japan noticed the sweat on the other man's face. "I'm…not sure, honestly. We all ran for our lives. Italy and Prussia…they both went in other directions, I think."
"Are you alright? You look awfully pale." Japan asked.
Germany nodded. "I will be. Just give me a moment…"
"I'll go look for the others. You rest." Japan said.
"Alright. Be careful."
Just as Japan was about to walk out the door, "Oh, wait, Japan! I forgot. I found this. It might be of some use to you," Germany exclaimed as he dropped a key in Japan's hands.
"Thank you, Germany-san."
Yet again, Japan was walking through the abandoned house. He was eager to find the others and find a way to get out of here. Trying the key in several doors of the first floor and having them all not work, he arrived in front of the final door on the floor, which was right next to the kitchen.
The key worked. "Ah! Finally!"
He crept into the room which appeared to be a library. The lights were dimmed, so he had to be careful not to trip. Walking around the shelves, he looked for anything suspicious. Nothing.
In the left corner of the room sat a table, however. He immediately noticed a bunch of clutter on top of it. Walking up to it, he found of all things…an onigiri? Picking the rice ball up, he decided to keep it with him. Who knew? Maybe it would come in handy.
As he turned the corner around the book cases to leave the room, he instantly knew something was wrong. Goosebumps formed on the Asian nation's skin as he turned to look behind him.
…No, no, no. He had been imagining that creature earlier. There was absolutely no way that thing was standing behind him right now. Imagining things, imagining things. He was old. He was probably just delusional from being over two thousand years old. He closed his eyes, knowing the monster would be gone when he opened his eyes.
It wasn't. Rather, the creature, with its grey skin and large obsidian eyes, began to race towards him. Japan's breathing accelerated. Maybe it was because he'd spent too much time around Italy, but he did the first thing that came to mind.
He ran.
He got to the door, but it was locked. He fished in his pockets quickly, hoping and praying it was somewhere in there. It wasn't. "…I…I must have dropped the key."
Swiftly turning around, he found the monster right on him. The dim light of the room shined off of it's eyes. He could see his own fearful reflection in it's eyes.
"No…" He thought to himself. "I am a Japanese man. I am not going to go down without a fight. I'm not going to just stand here trembling."
The monster lunged at him, but Japan used his smaller size to his advantage. Jumping to the side, he swiftly unsheathed his katana and slid it across the creature's side.
It made some sort of grumble of pain, but swung it's large arm to the side in an attempt to hit the nation. Japan again took advantage of the size difference, this time jumping up on the creatures arm and using it as a ladder in which to attach an ofuda scroll (3) to it's head.
This time, it let out a screech of pain as the holy scroll went to work on it. It thrashed, sending Japan crashing into the wall. It stung, but he knew he couldn't waste any time. Jumping back to his feet, he again slashed it with his katana, leaving a large gash across it's stomach.
"Uaaaaaaagh!" It growled as it retreated slightly, clutching it's stomach in pain.
"Now's my chance!" Japan thought as he quickly raced all across the library looking for the key. "Where is it, where is it, where is it? I don't have time!"
It was true. As he was racing around the room, the monster was recuperating. It again stood on it's feet and began walking around the dark room looking for the nation. The Asian man held in a sigh of relief when he found the key behind one of the book cases. He slowly crept on the back side of the book case and peaked around to see where the monster was.
"Good…it's still on the other side of the library."
He quietly raced to the door, careful not to make any sounds to alert the creature of his whereabouts. Unlocking the door, he ran outside before quietly closing it and locking it again.
He walked further down the wall before finally resting against a wall. Sliding down the wall, he sat on the ground with his knees held to his chest.
"What…What was that? It seemed like something straight out of a horror game…"
He didn't know how right he was.
(1) Germany let an octopus figure out the World Cup. Yeah. Sums it all up.
(2) Looks like Germany and Italy had some fun on that bed while Japan was looking around the house. :'D
(3) "Ofuda (御札) is a gofu (護符) or a talisman issued by Shinto shrine. It may also be called shinpu (神符). It is made by inscribing the name of a kami, the name of Shinto shrine, or a representative of kami on a strip of paper, wood, cloth, or metal." - Wikipedia
A/N: Sorry if Germany seems OOC. It's necessary to the story. Don't worry, he gets better.
Thank you for reading!
