Yes I know there are tons of stories like this but I really like horror and wanted to write a haunted house story my way. I also have major writers block with my other story...anyway thank you if you even bothered to click on this story! Warnings: Graphic/gory scenes, ghosts, language, France.

Chapter One:

Blood Of The Innocent

"What?!" America stared at the email he had just received in a mix of shock and horror;

Dear Mister America,

Due to lack of resolutions, an increasing number of physical fighting, and disagreements in the last several G8 meetings, the leaders of the G8 countries have decided that you all shall spend the winter months together under one roof in order to settle your differences.

You may bring electronics but you shall not be able to contact anyone outside the house.

We are sending someone to pick you up and take you to your new home this Saturday, they will arrive at noon, please be packed and ready at that time.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Sincerely,

The President of the United States of America

"Aw man, thats tomorrow...I seriously got to spend the whole inter locked in a house with The commie bastard?" The young American banged his head on the desk when he remembered that this mortal enemy, Russia, was a member of the G8. "Do they want us to die? 'Cause all hell's going to break loose as soon as the door closes." He grumbled as he stood up and walked over to the closet and pulled out his very patriotic suitcase. "Maybe Japan will bring some new video games that we can play..." He ran a hand through his sandy hair as he flung the suitcase onto his bed. Going back to his dresser he dumped out all this clothes, instead on folding them he rolled them up like scrolls in order to fit more stuff into the suitcase. When his clothes where packed he filled the remaining space with video games, comic books, and his laptop.

"Ta fuckin' da." America smirked proudly as he kicked the suitcase down the stairs to the front door, where it would sit until the noon the next day.

England's house in London, The next day:

Ding dong.

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Ding dong.

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Ding dong.

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Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding-

"Stop ringing the bloody doorbell! I'm coming, you bloody git!" The Englishman screeched and chucked a TV remoter at the door.

Ding dong.

"Grrrrr..." England stormed upstairs and retrieved his very manly unicorn suitcase and then proceeded to storm back downstairs.

Ding dong.

The Brit flung open the door with such force that it was a wonder the wood didn't shatter.

"Good day to ya, sir!" A British taxi driver saluted him.

"Is it? Is it really?" England little less than growled.

"Sure is, sir! Allow me to carry that for you, sir!" Before England could protest the taxi driver picked up the suitcase as marched over to the car.

The emerald eyed man sighed and followed him to the taxi.

7:39 pm, sunday, somewhere in Midwest America.

"Holy shit it's cold, aru!" China complained as he and his younger brother, Japan stepped out of the warmth of the taxi.

"Deutschland! It's coooooooolllllldddddd!" Italy wailed, waving a white flag at the cold.

"Dudes, it's winter, what did you expect?" America asked a little to happily as he bounced over to them.

"It is not sat cold, comrades. Jou all act like little baby, da~" Russia chuckled as he walked calmly over to the group, he was wearing only a thin spring jacket, unlike the parka like coats the others where wearing.

"Jou act like big psychopath." America retorted in a mock Russian accent. This earned him a very painful kick in the vital regions.

"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolk olkolkolkolkol..."

"Let's just get inside before we all freeze off our bals." France pleaded, looking up at the large, old looking house. It was the typical stable style house you would find in the Midwest. Only it was quite big and was the only house for miles. In front of the house there laid a large open field, behind it was a small patch of trees, not quite large enough to be called a wood.

"Or before the commie kicks them to death-OW!" America helped when he received another painful kick from the Russian.

"Capitalist pig." The larger nation sneered before turning and walking up to the house.

Their drivers waited until everyone was in and that the door was locked before driving away like the hammers of hell.

A few minutes later, inside,

"It's cold in here too..." France complained.

"Go find the fucking heater then." England snarled.

America searched the main floor but couldn't find a thermostat so he settled with starting a fire in the fireplace that was in the livingroom. "This will have to do for now."

Germany brought Italy over to the fire and sat him down in front of it.

"Veee~"

"The second froor has a bathroom and 9 smarr bedrooms, each with a bed, tv and dresser. There's a kitchen and a dinning room down that harrway, in the room next to this is what appears to be a meeting room and a ribrary. There's another bathroom next to the ribrary." Japan had already gone into ninja mode and inspected the whole house in the first five minutes of them being there.

"Sweet." America nodded, glad that he could have his own room. As soon as he found the tv remote he flopped down on the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table.

"America...get your feet off the..."

"No." The American stuck out his tongue and turned up the volume of the tv.

England glared at him and stormed out of the room.

"Yo, Japan-dude, Fullmetal alchemist is on, so is CANAAN and black..." He stopped talking when he noticed japan wasn't present in the room anymore. "Butler...um...ok never mind, dude."

Japan frowned as he stared at the 9th bedroom door, wondering why the house had an odd number of bedrooms. And nine at that. He tried the doorknob but couldn't get it open. The Japanese man eyed it a moment longer. Something told him that it was better to leave. Go unpack his things and pretend he never saw the door. The island nation tilted his head and he reached for the doorknob again. This time it opened. 'Strange...' He thought. His instincts told him to take his hand off the door knob and run but he didn't. Instead he pushed open the door.

A loud crash, followed by a terrified scream, echoed threw out the house.

"The fuck?" America jumped to his feet and darted towards the noise.

"The hell are you people doing?" England also yelled as he met up with America and the others by the staircase. "...oh lord..."

Japan had fallen down the staircase and was laying, unconscious, in a crumpled heap, at the bottom of the stairs.

"VEEEE!" Italy was freaking out.

Germany carefully pulled his Allie away from the stairs and layer him out on his back.

"Is little japan alright, da?" Ivan asked with a creepy smile.

"Ja...I think he'll be fine...he seems uninjured...probably just slipped is all." The German nodded to Japan's muddy boots and the wooden stairs.

That didn't exactly explained the scream but it explained everything else. Germany scooped up japan and carried him up to his bedroom. He raised an eyebrow at the overturned suitcase in the middle of the hallway, the suitcase was decorated with cherry blossoms and anime stickers so it was obviously Japan's. but why had he left if in the middle of the hall? The German sighed as he went to the first available room a d carefully layer his friend down on the bed. When he returned to get the suitcase, the luggage was at the opposite end of the hall. He blinked and looked back to where it had been and then looked to where it was now. 'Strange...must be America pulling another stupid prank...honestly, in a time like this?' He mentally sighed as he picked up the suitcase and placed it next to japan's bed.

About an hour later

"I believe I will be cooking tonight!" A certain Englishman announced as he snatched a cooking pot away from a certain Frenchman. "I don't fancy snails, thank you."

France looked offended. "Those snails are a French deliciously!"

England simply snorted.

"I'm the oldest, I should cook, aru!"

"Nein. I schall make wurst and mashed potatoes, Zey is good for you."

"Pasta is better!"

"Vhat is vrong Vith Russian food? Kolkolkolkolkolkol..."

While the others where arguing America found pork tender loin and quickly cooked it along with rice and a bowl of mixed vegetables.

"What?" He asked at the others shocked expressions as he set the food on the table,"you honestly thought I only ate hamburgers?"

"Uh...maybe..."

America sighed as he dished up some food for himself and started eating.

Halfway through their meal the sound of footsteps came from the second floor.

Italy craned his head back to look. At the ceiling. "Ve~ Japan's awake~"

The footsteps made there way across the second floor and too the staircase, and proceeded to descend down the stairs, across the hall and stop outside the kitchen door.

"Ve~" Italy bounded over to the door to open it for his friend, only to find that there was no one there. "Ve...japan...?" No one noticed that one of the kitchen knifes in the knife racks was being slowly drawn by an invisible force. The blade turned and pointed itself at the italian's head.

Voosh!

Thunk!

Blood splattered.

Italy screamed.

Cliffhanger!

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Thanks for reading~