Hetalia House of Horrors
"France better have a good reason for bringing us all out here in this creepy place." England crossed his arms.
"It's ok! It'll be an adventure!" America thrust his fist up in the air, the other hand on England's shoulder.
Form the other side of the clearing Italy shivered, grabbing onto Germany's sleeve. "It's creepy here. Germany, I'm scared!"
"Let go." Germany yanked his arm free.
Both the Axis Powers and the Allied powers gathered at the forest site, one on each side of the clearing. Also present were both of Russia's sisters, Austria, Hungary, Romano, Switzerland and Liechtenstein, Sealand, and Canada who filled the rest of the space.
"I shall show you how calm I am by playing a marvoulous piece of music from my piano." Austria sat down on the bench and began to play.
Hungary and Italy listened. Nobody else really cared.
"Ah! It's seems like all of you are here!" France appeared.
"Why are you late for your own gathering?" Romano asked France with disdain.
"None of your business," France replied. "Anyway, I wanted to show you something I found! Follow me."
Chatter started among the large group but in the end, they followed France.
"This seems suspicious…" Germany said.
Japan nodded, agreeing.
"Here-" He lifted his hand to present a large old house. "-It is!"
America gasped. "It's haunted no doubt!"
"H-haunted?!" Italy quivered.
It started to rain. Hard.
"Liechtenstein!" Switzerland pulled out an umbrella he magically had and opened it, covering her and getting himself half wet.
"Thank you." She smiled, blushing.
Belarus saw this and grabbed onto Russia. "Oh brother~ do you have an umbrella for me?"
"N-no I don't." He was quietly shaking, trying to get away.
"Quick! Into the house!" France called, beckoning them in.
They all filed in a non-organized manner, knocking over France. France soon entered.
"It's dark in here, is there no lighting here, aru?" China asked.
"None," France said as the door to the house closed.
"Ah!" Italy whined when the door clicked shut.
France pulled on the door. "It won't open!"
"Don't play tricks on us France, let us out," England commanded.
"I-I can't! It won't budge!" France replied. "You try."
England grabbed the door handle and pulled. "Dammit, it won't move."
"See?" France said.
"Ah!" Italy whined again.
"Don't you guys get it? This is a haunted house! Haven't you guys ever watched these kinds of movies?" America asked, clearly being the expert on this stuff.
"What's that mean?"
"G-G-GHOST!!" Italy yelled pointing to a whitish faded figure with red eyes descending from the ceiling.