Chapter 1

AN: This story is based of a role-play me and my friend did but of course with minor changes and more detail! Reviews are much appreciated and loved!

Disclaimer: Neither me nor my friend own Hetalia and the characters used in this story! They belong to their rightful owner!

"Ok then West, here we are, but seriously you have to at least try!"

The two German brothers stood outside of the dark old house, Prussia with a smirk and Germany with an annoyed scowl.

"Fine bruder if I must," Germany said with a sigh. "But seriously, what are we doing here?"

The white hair man looked over to him. "Common West! I thought it would be fun to check out this old house!" Prussia then began to move toward the creaky old building, leaving Germany to follow.

"Only you would think this was fun," he said loud enough for his brother to hear.

"You're not scared are ya?"Prussia retorted with a mocking grin.

"Of course I'm not!" The blond said back in a frustrated tone. Prussia gave a quick "Kes," and pointed to a broken window leading into the house. "Then prove it!" With that the man crawled through the window.

Germany followed in suit but not without mumbling under his breath, "I don't see how breaking and entering will prove anything."

Inside the house, the two could make out the shapes of chairs and a sofa in what must have been the living room. Dust shone off the little moonlight that came in through the window, and cobwebs hug off of every frame and corner.

"Wow, they really let this place go," Prussia commented. "Mein got! Smells like cat piss." Germany ignored his brother's comment and asked, "Did you at least remember to bring the flashlights?"

Prussia gave a, "Psh!," and threw a large metal flashlight over to his brother. "You think the awesome me would forget something so simple!?"

Germany sighed and turned on the light. "Yes. Yes I do. Let's just get this over with before I start getting calls from Italy asking where I am."

Prussia turned his flashlight on as well and began to walk over to the door frame that led into another room. "Please. It's not like you'll never see your boyfriend again. We're just here to see some ghosts, or blood or… something creepy in general!"

Germany's face turned slightly red, "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" he called out. He heard Prussia begin to laugh.

"Keseseseseseses- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The shrill scream cut through the night.

"PRUSSIA!" Germany called out as he ran into the lobby and stopped in his tracks. "Seriously?" he said with annoyance.

Prussia was breathing heavily and backed against the wall staring at a mirror that hung on the wall opposite of him.

"It was just my awesome reflection…," He looked over to Germany and gave a nervous laugh, only for it to be returned with by an eye roll. "….I'm going to go find the kitchen…"Prussia said as he walked away into the next room, leaving Germany behind in the lobby.

"You nearly scared me to death thinking that something actually happened to you and now you're walking away as if nothing happened!?" Germany called out to his brother. He stood there for a second waiting for an answer, but gave up and called out, "I'm going upstairs!" With that, her turned and walked down the hall to the staircase.

Meanwhile in the kitchen Prussia began to snoop in the cupboards and the tilled counter top. "Geeze, he's such a wuss," he said to himself. Suddenly an idea came to his head. "Oh hey," he said with a smirk. "I wonder if there may be any beer in the fridge!" Walking over to the yellow box in the corner, he brushed off the dust on the handle and pulled the large door open. The door creaked and a small light turned on to reveal an open box on the middle shelf.

"Score!" he cried as he pulled out a bottle and popped off the top. He chugged down the swell liquid and gave an over exaggerated gasp for breath when the bottle left his lips. "That's the awesome stuff," he said with a sigh. He leaned on the fridge for a second and then another thought came to his head. "Wait… why is the fridge still working? And why is there a full case of beer in it?"

Upstairs, Germany began to walk down the hall. He flashed his light into a door way and saw the disgusting looking bathroom. Feeling sick, he began to turn away when he heard a door slam; then another. Soon enough every door in the hall began to slam shut and Germany let out a girly scream of terror before calling out, "Who's there? Prussia?"

Prussia heard the loud slams and then the girly scream and his brother call out. "WEST!?"

Germany heard the muffled call but nothing more. "PRUSSIA?!"

Prussia dropped the beer and it shattered on the linoleum floor. "WEST," he called out again. "What's wrong?!" Knowing something was wrong when he heard footsteps running above him, he tried to run out of the kitchen but the beer that had seeped from the bottle caused him to slip and fall hard on his face. "OW! Sheisse!"

Back upstairs, Germany began to run for the stairs that had got him up there, only to see a door now blocking his way. "When did this get here?" He tried to open it, only to find that the door was locked as well. "Prussia!" he called out to for his brother. "Prussia, I'm stuck on the second floor!" As he waited for a reply, the sound of a floor board creaked behind him. Turning slowly he pointed his light down the corridor to find nothing but the shut doors.

Giving himself a nervous chuckle, he said aloud, "Of course there is nothing there. Heh heh. Why would there be?" Still un-nerved he turned back to the door and began to ram his shoulder into it with hopes that his strength would break it down.

Prussia got up, with his nose now bleeding. "Ugh! Did anyone catch the licence plate of that truck," he asked out to no one. Picking up his flashlight that had hit the floor just as hard as him, he gave it a click to turn it back on. When the light didn't turn on he gave it a smack and clicked it a few more times with the same result. "Gott damn it," he cursed. "Better go find West." Making his way back into the lobby, he started up the stairs to hear the banging on the door. "What's a door doing there? West is that you!?"

Hearing his brother's voice, Germany stopped ramming against the door and answered. "Prussia?! Yes it's me who else would it be?" He hit the door a few more times before giving up and calling out, "I can't get the door open!"

Prussia gave the door knob a try, and when it wouldn't turn he slammed himself the door a few times as well. "Crap! It won't open from this side either!" Suddenly the boards beneath him gave a loud moan. "What the hell?" Prussia said as he looked down, only to feel the boards snap and give out, sending him into the basement.

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Germany heard Prussia cry out, and began to panic when the cry carried away. "Gilbert!?" he called using his brother's real name. "What happened?" He took a step back and began throwing himself at the door, until a door behind him opened with a crash. Turning quickly he saw a shadow flicker to his right, as he got slammed into the door and all went black around him as a wet cloth covered his face.