Arthur's feet ached and his head felt heavy as it hung low like something very heavy was pushing down on him. Even reaching the top of the stairs dragged on in long, tedious minutes, until he was finally able to make his way across the landing to his bedroom.
Without even lifting his gaze from the floorboards beneath him, he raised a hand to push open the door and expel the darkness within.
Without even thinking to turn on the light, Arthur continued inside, hardly noticing that the room was stretching out before him, extending the needed time to reach his bed.
Halfway through the mundane journey and his senses sharpened, making him flinch away in surprise at a noise from the within dark that still lingered across the room, refusing to leave. The light from the hall lit a pathway, but had allowed him only that, as the darkness threatened to catch him if he dared slip over the line.
Looking up to the other end of the room, Arthur could make out a figure standing within the shadows.
"What the bloody hell are you doing in my house?" He demanded.
The figure just lifted its own head and stared. Moments passed in silence and Arthur took this for a reply and opened his mouth to speak again.
"Help me..."
Arthur was falling. The world around him had shattered as the mysterious figure had uttered those two words and he was falling into the black depression. He cried out in surprise and his voice carried above him before fading to a whisper.
After falling for a while he slowed as he felt his feet touch the ground of the never-ending world around him. He gasped out as he felt a cold shudder take the breath from him, claiming it for its own.
He began looking around him helplessly for any answers that might reveal themselves at will. In his experience that was very unlikely. Where the heck was he? What was happening? He certainly didn't remember drinking any alcohol before he went to bed, especially since there was a World Meeting tomorrow.
Up ahead, not far from himself he saw a small group of people conversing. He walked over to them, wobbling slightly as he felt uneasy walking in thin air, as if some invisible glass was holding him up and would break at any moment, sending him plummeting him to the dark below.
The figures appeared to have sensed him approaching, and turned to him. England tried squinting at them to try and make out their facial features but could find none. They were empty grey figures, as if someone had forgotten to fill in their details. There was a bright light shining far into the distance and it shone against their backs, illuminating their edges.
But just before England Arthur them they quickly flinched away, their heads tilting to look at something behind him, their whole bodies tensing.
Arthur stopped and went to turn to see what they were looking at when something grabbed his wrist. He looked up to see one of the figures in front of him, tugging him forward.
"Run!" He cried, pulling Arthur along with the rest of the group as they set off to a run towards the light.
Surprised, Arthur stumbled after them and looked back on what they were running from as he felt the grip on his wrist slide away.
A large collection of light was advancing towards them and Arthur could hear its inhuman grumbles and growls.
He continued to run on with the others as they charged towards the light ahead of them, but this made Arthur confused. Why were they running into the same thing they were running from? That didn't make sense!
Time seemed so slow so much that he felt like they were running for hours, the light ahead of them never getting nearer and he could see some of the others ahead of him begin to falter.
Some of them were slowing and others were starting to limp slightly. The one who had grabbed his wrist was even starting to hunch over, clutching his side as he slowed to a hobble.
Just as he was about to catch up to them Arthur felt himself collide with something, sending him back onto the invisible floor.
Hearing the growls close in on him he scrambled to his feet and tried to run, only to collide with something again. He could see the others getting further and further away and daring to look back, the light getting closer and closer. He tried to knock through the invisible barrier but nothing happened. He pressed his weight against it, kicked it and began beating at it with his fists in a desperate attempt to knock it through.
The panic in him rose as he heard the growls of the light behind him close in, getting so close that he could hear collection of whispers, so many over each other that he couldn't make out what they were saying.
He beat wildly at the glass, and called out to the others who were getting further away.
"Come back! Help me!" Arthur cried but no one looked back. "I can't go on..."
He looked back at the light that blinded him, wrapped around him, enveloped him.
Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at a Hetalia story so hopefully it'll be okay. I just want to say don't be put off by this chapter if you didn't like it, as this was only a little sequence and the actual plot will be kicking in next chapter, along with more characters. I already have it set out so I should be updating soon. Thanks for reading and please review :)