Alrighty guys, this is the first chapter to my Halloween fic. I'm aware it's a little rushed but I promise it gets better. The next chapter should be posted sometime this week or the beginning of next and the last chapter will be posted on Halloween.

Warnings: Blood

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Insanity

The wind blew through the forest trees making them howl. The full moon glaring down at them as the dark storm clouds covered the dark night sky. A single car drove down the worn down path that led farther into the forest. Inside the car were four young adults; or at least, that's what they appeared to be. The one driving, a handsome young blond looking only to be nineteen, kept his eyes straight ahead, forcing his hands not to tremble.

The other three boys smiled and talked joyfully, though one was too quiet for his own good. They smiled and every now and then they'd glance at the driver, who seemed to be focused on anything but his surroundings. He drove a little flower as the trees cleared to show a dark, almost hidden building. It had a tall brick wall around it and seemed to reach the sky.

The driver came to a stop at the front gate of the building, giving the others a chance to get out and stretch their legs. The driver sighed and got out after a minute of debating weather to do this or to just run away. The other three boys smiled and walked up to him.

The first one, a blond with long wavy locks looking about twenty five, handed him a camera and some extra batteries.

"Alright Alfred, you know what the bet is right?"

The driver, now known as Alfred, nodded. He had lost a bet with them and now had to stay a night in the abandon asylum. Or what used to be abandon. Recently it had been reopened and all of them knew something was wrong. They all wanted to check it out, but though they wouldn't admit it, they were terrified to go in. They put it off for a month, that's when the bet came in, and Alfred had lost.

He sighed, walking up to the front gate, glancing around. He watched as his family members went back into the car, waving at him. He glared at them before pushing the gate open; leaving him to wonder why it was unlocked.

Maybe this was all just a practical joke. His family was probably getting back at him for all the pranks he did on April fools day. Maybe some of his friends were in on it. He wouldn't doubt it.

He sighed and walked around the building, his plan was to go in the side door as to not get caught by security. That is if there was any security. Alfred looked around, seeing how abandoned the court yard was. It gave him chills as he continued walking.

He heard a small squishing sound and he stopped looking around, he gulped and looked down at his feet, gagging when he saw blood underneath them. He followed the blood to a fountain, the water was tainted with blood and Alfred felt like he was going to puke.

"Well…" Alfred mumbled to himself. "What a nice start to my evening…"

He let out a shaky breath and continues walking. As the lamps around the building started to get duller it started to get harder to see. He sighed and pulled out his camera, turning on the night vision. He wished that his family could just take his word for going in instead of making him carry this dumb camera around. It would have been so much easier if they had just given him a flashlight and called it good.

He walked up to a door and tried opening it; no luck. He sighed and set down his camera, kneeling down and pulling out a lock pick. He had figured something like this would happen.

After a few minutes of messing with the lock the door finally opened. He put his lock pick away and picked up his camera, walking into the building and quietly shutting the door.

The stench of death was the first thing to hit Alfred, making him gag. He wanted to puke so badly but held back, his eyes watering. He took a few deep breaths before pulling out the camera and turning it back on. He sighs and turns the camera so it was facing him.

"I'm now in the asylum," he pauses looking down at his phone and then around him before looking back at the camera. "It's around one A.M and no guards seem to be around. That is if there even are any guards…" Alfred sighed, feeling stupid for talking to himself but it was part of the bet.

"Out in the court yard I found a fountain that was covered in blood, and the inside of the building smells like someone's been stock piling bodies." He lets out another shaky breath, trembling slightly. "How the hell did I get myself into this…?"

| Hetalia

Alfred walked through the abandon halls, jumping at every noise. The lights above him flickered on and off, making his heart skip a beat every time the lights went out. He kept the camera handy. Every now and then he'd pull it out and record a few things, but otherwise did not use it, not wanting to waist the batteries.

As he went further and further into the building, the stench of death grew stronger. Alfred's stomach was doing flips and he was trying so hard not to puke. He pulled back out the camera and turned it back on night vision as he walked into a dark room.

Alfred gagged more, having to cover his mouth and nose to keep the smell out. The stench was even worse in the room and Alfred could feel vomit coming up his throat. His eyes watered and he turned to his left puking his guts out.

A few minutes later Alfred was finished, he whipped off his mouth and continues through the room, almost tripping over something on the floor. He turned around and pointed the camera down to the ground so he could see what he had tripped over.

"Oh god…"

Alfred's heart skipped a beat and he slowly stepped back toward the door. In front of him was a dead security guard. He backed away more, the camera still focused on the dead man. How did he die? Alfred didn't know but he wanted to. Anger filled him, who would kill someone and then just leave their body to rot?

He turned around, there was no way he was staying in this asylum for another minute, he didn't care what the others thought, he couldn't stand to see this. He turned to walk out of the room, only to run into something, or someone.

He fell back into the dead mans blood, and looked up, his eyes widening. He tried to scramble to his feet but he couldn't do it before a large hand grabbed his neck, forcing him to drop the camera. The monster picked him up by his neck, squeezing it as he pulled Alfred close to its face.

Alfred let out a choked sound, slowly opening his eyes to look at his mind, his eyes widened more. The face of the monster was mutated, blood splattered his face, and yet… he looked so much like…

"A-A-Arthur?!"

The monster squeezed his neck more and he gasped, clawing at the large bloody hand. Darkness was creeping at the edges of his vision.

'I can't die! I'm a nation! Nations can't die!' he screamed to himself as he tried to pry the man's hands off his neck.

"I can't die… can I?'

Alfred's eyes closed and everything went black.

Please tell me what you think of this, I'd like to know if I should continue it or not.