I don't own Hetalia… blah blah blah…

Uhh… the beginning's a little awkward… so if you don't like yaoi things, skip over it. [don't need people flaming because I didn't warn 'em.]

-Full description-

"One by one we bite the dust. Kick the bucket, begin to rust. Give up your ghost when your number's up, we all fall down." It all started with a ragged little house, now the countries are fighting to survive for the chance to escape and live once again. Inspired by, and slightly based off of, 'A Gory Demise' by Creature Feature.

[not a HetaOni fic!]


"F-France! Ah~!" England gasped when the Frenchmen began to nip and lick pink areas on his neck.

"Mmm…" The dominant man mumbled against the tea smelling skin, sending shivers through the Englishmen with the vibrations from his voice. France was deeply enjoying the noises coming from the man under him as he continued to nip and lick the sensitive skin.

"F-Fra… OK!" England screamed, throwing France off of him and sitting upright to glare at the group of 4 or 5 people at the end of the bed. "I can't do this! Hungary! Why the hell am I doing this again?"

"England! She whined, saving what ever footage she had recorded of the two men. "I thought you were OK with this?"

"I was only here because you were going to pay us, and I didn't expect people to be here to record this! Don't you have spy cameras? And why do you need us to do this anyway?"

"Germany broke our last set that we had." There was a short pause as Hungary fiddled with the camera to set it back in place. "Plus my FrUK 'box' hasn't been updated in a while. The fact that you two needed to relive some [sexual] tension was just convenient."

"Ohonhonhon, Angelterre, we all know that you like it." France said as he snaked his arms around England's midsection, hands clasping together, and resting on his thighs. He set his head on the other's shoulder and chuckled lightly at England's reaction.

"Get off of me you bloody frog!" the younger man yelled as he struggled to escape. This in turn exited the group's "fan girl fantasies" and gave 1 or 2 members nose bleeds. A small black box was placed as the previous owner of it scurried off into the shadows of the rickety, splintered house that Hungary and Japan found a few days before.

"Hey, at least you don't hafta stand on this shitty floor." America stated as he pointed to the cracking, weather torn wood that covered the ground before them.

"Yeah, and vhy do ve have to be here anyvay?" a certain Prussian asked as he turned to face his childhood friend.

"You three aren't supposed to be here!" Hungary said as she 'unsheathed' her famed iron frying pan and held it threateningly in front of herself, barely skimming the tip of Prussia's nose as he froze in place for the fear that she'd strike.

"Well, E-" A loud crash of breaking glass or porcelain cut America's statement short as it echoed throughout the damaged, crumbling, empty halls and rooms. England tensed in his seat on France's lap, giving up the will to escape long ago, as a strange and powerful feeling of dread and emptiness washed over him like a wave. France tightened his grip on England to prevent him from making any grave decisions when he felt him tense.

Everyone stood still and listened for any other noises that could alert then of another temporary occupant of the abandoned house. No one moved, gazing intensely at either one another or the door, until familiar voices followed the previous sound.

"Germany! Germany! Help me Germany!"

"Hey! Get your hands off mio frattelo you stupid potato bastardo!"

"Will all of you be quiet? There could be someone else here."

"Are you OK Italy?"

"I thought I told you already! Hands off mio frattelo!"

The loud voices of Germany, Austria and the Ita-twins drifted to the occupied bedroom. The silence was broken when Spain realized who specifically was shouting colourful profanities, in English, Spanish and Italian, at his friend's little brother, and took off at a pace that nearly rivaled Italy's toward the sound.

"Oi Spain! What are you doing here?"

"Roma! I was just abo-…"

"Get off of me tomato bastard!"

"But Romano…"

"Ve~ Big brother Spain, are the others here as well?"

"Yep! I'll take you to them. Follow me."

Multiple footsteps sounded as the newcomers followed the cheery Spaniard to the other group.

"Italy, vhat did you mean vhen you said 'the others'?"

"Oh, right! I've been texting big brother Spain, since he wanted to come over later to see Romano and myself. He said that he was going to be here with some others, and that we should stop by and say hello."

"That doesn't expla-…" Germany cut himself off as he opened the door and gaped at the sight before their rag tag group. 3 of the 5 nations that had just entered the room froze. England, still in France's romantic embrace with both their shirts askew on the floor and pants unfastened and falling off, scrambled to gather his things while under the gaze of the Austrian. All the while, France and Hungary giggled at his frantic attempts to hide himself from the others. Germany and Romano looked from person to person with bewildered expressions.

"Mein Gott…" Germany had begun, only to be cut off by a now furious southern Italian.

"What the fuck!" he shouted at the collective still seated in the room. His eyes rested on the shadowy figure of Japan before saying. "Really?"

Japan curtly nodded and looked away with the beginnings of a blush creeping onto his face.

France, having calmed sown from his laughing fit, sat in a seductive pose, clearly proud of the position he put himself in. Austria continued to glare at him after lifting his gaze from the now curled up Englishmen who had just managed to dress himself while hiding the deep scarlet blush on his cheeks. The pervy Frenchmen noticed the look and patted the area in front of him, inviting someone to sit awkwardly close to his vital regions. Italy, being his adorable, oblivious self, cheerfully skipped over and took up his big brother's invitation.

The room unfroze eventually and everything seemed to fall into the normal flow of things.

"Where are you going, frog?" the sentence focused the attention of the countries on the escaping France. He calmly looked at the occupants of the room and responded.

"I never 'ad a chance to look around this ratty house. Might as well go now."

"Why would you want to anyway? It's not like there's going to be anything interesting." The Englishmen spoke up again, not really caring whether his rival left or not. France shrugged and continued his way out the door leaving a, "I'll be back shortly," to inform the others of his quick adventure.

One by One.

It had been hours since France had left, and everyone, no matter how hard they tried to hide it, was nervous about what could have happened to him. After a short argument, three groups were decided and given assignments for the time being. Group 1 would look for the missing Frenchmen, Group 2 would look for a way out and any supplies that can be used, and Group 3 would wait in the room incase France came back.

One by One.

The first group, consisted of England, America and both Italies, began on the higher floors, sweeping downwards with someone posted at the stairs so they didn't miss each other. There were no signs pointed to France being anywhere other than the bedroom, but none of then gave up hope.

Finally, all of the group members stood outside the final door, one that lead to a chlorine smelling room. England tried the doorknob, finding it unlocked like all the others, and entered alone. At first the room was a pitch black, but after a quick flip of a switch, the florescent bulbs flickered to life to reveal a horrific scene.

Blood was spattered everywhere, covering the walls and floor with thick rivers of thick, murky, scarlet. In the middle of the mess sat a small, somewhat shallow, pool with a disgracefully messy, blond head staring at the newcomer. Or, he would be staring, had it not been for the fact that his eyes had been ripped violently out of his skull, and left to lay in a jar of the thick liquid in an empty pot for some kind of large plant.

"A-America!" England called to the others from over his shoulder. "D-don't let then come in here!" This was a warning clearly meant for both of the Italians.

"Why not? Did you find…" America questioned as he stepped inside the room, still blocking Italy and Romano from peering inside. The North American nation bolted out the door, slamming it closed in the process, to avoid vomiting profusely in the bloody room. Shouts of concern and frustration came from behind the door, but England was too shocked about, and busy with, the mess to care about what was being said.

He struggled to lift the body, and it seemed almost as if it were weighted to prevent someone from taking it. Only one option seemed apparent, go back to the meeting place in hopes that someone with a stronger stomach could come back and help.


Wow… I am one hell of a sadistic fan girl…

This is going to be gory! So expect blood and murder!

By the way, this is only pages 1-7 of the note book I'm writing it in. so far, there's 15 pages, but I'm gonna try to kill off one person at a time [as the title suggests…]

-Next chapter's questions-

Who's gonna help England get the body out?

What's going to happen to them?

What about the other countries?