Hello. I'm the author and this is my first Hetalia fanfiction. Honestly, I was not prepared for this at all. It was merely just an idea that popped into my head today. So, let's attempt to write a good fanfiction, shall we?
Warnings are as follows:
-Violence
-Vulgar language at times
-Major character death
-Depressive themes
I'm going to rate this one an M. This first chapter isn't so bad but there are a couple of very vulgar words so that's there. The next few chapters will not be too bad, either. I plan to make Belarus a character who swears sometimes, so there's that warning. As the story progresses, there is content that will certainly make the rating an M. Also, a little reminder that I don't really have that much spare time in the day so when I do I try to work on this as much as possible while also making time for other things too. I will definitely try to get chapters out as soon as possible. Thank you.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
America glared at the constantly ticking clock blankly. He was sitting on a little wooden chair in the middle of a dark, empty room, hearing nothing but the silent - almost hypnotising - ticks of a clock.
The room gave off an atmosphere of sheer isolation: what could have been if they had even bothered to show up.
Who were 'they'?
'They' were the ones that were presumably invited to 'America's Spooky Ghost Tour Spectacular', but never even had the right mind to at least place one foot inside the house.
The house was a petite, quiet place located in the middle of nowhere. If you were to step outside for a breath and gaze at the horizon, you would see nothing, no sense of life or bustling rural areas, for miles beyond end. Its outer brick walls had been replaced with orange wallpaper, decorated with mini white ghosts with cute black eyes that were scattered all over the place, and its inner walls had been covered by the same wallpaper, but this wallpaper was not visible to the naked eye due to the lights being switched off, creating a dark vibe across the room. The room was almost completely devoid of furniture or decorations - excluding the hastily put up wallpaper covered by ghosts. As far as it goes, it was just a forlorn America hunched over quietly in a rickety wooden chair on his own with no companions.
America was looking at Snapchat on his iPhone. An iPhone 7. He liked to brag about it. He liked to brag about it to his close friends who hadn't even come to his 'super awesome Halloween ghost tour'. One of these friends was Australia. America had been talking to Australia for the past hour now, but to him it felt like an eternity. He couldn't bear the slow ticking of the clock: it just seemed to drag on, driving the waiting American crazy. It was nice to have some form of company, even if Australia was one of the nations who hadn't managed to make it to America's Halloween party.
"Mate, aren't you worried about your phone bill?" America was snapped out of his trance by the familiar Australian accent that was suddenly questioning him.
"No. It's okay. I've got unlimited calls." America replied with a melancholic tone followed by a sigh, alerting Australia of his obvious sadness.
"Mate, are you okay?" Australia queried, sounding anxious, "I-I can-"
"No, no! Don't bother. I'm just disappointed." America halted Australia from speaking any further.
"Why? What's wrong? Did anyone show up?" Australia asked, concerned for America.
America inhaled, heavily sighed and forcefully swallowed the phlegm gathering in his throat, "No." he uttered.
"What? That's terrible, mate! I'm so sorry, I didn't even bother to show up." Australia apologised in no time.
"It's not your fault, Oz." America muttered, he knew Australia couldn't see his actual face and he was trying so hard to convey his emotions using his voice. He did not want to see Australia so heartbroken about this, "Weren't you busy?" America instantaneously asked.
"Not really." Australia answered ashamedly.
"What?" America was shocked that Australia had lied to him a few hours earlier, "Y-you-"
Australia snapped, "It wasn't me! It was her! She insisted I went with her to that beauty crap and I just didn't have enough time! I'm so sorry, America. Please understand, I didn't do it because I didn't want to come.".
"Wy? Wy wanted to do a beauty thing?" Australia didn't reply. He stayed silent for quite a while, actually. This made America a bit worried, "H-hey, dude, you okay there? Did I say something?".
Australia finally answered - but this time it was quiet, "No, it's fine." then his tone abruptly grew louder and more confident - much like the normal Australia, "Hey, I know I lied to you earlier because of Wy's beauty event thing but we can sort this out, right? I-I'll come right now! And I'll take the others too! They have to come, or I'll force them to eat out of a whole jar of Vegemite." he said swiftly.
"Isn't that a bit... harsh?" America asked, deeply concerned about Australia's plans.
"Nah! They hurt you, I'll hurt them." Australia announced triumphantly.
"O-okay." America said worriedly and then went on to ask, "Wait, when are you coming?".
"Now." Australia responded, unfazed by the sudden plans he would have to take.
"Now?" America was taken aback by the unanticipated planned arrival.
"Yeah! Why not? Is the house prepared?" Australia questioned.
"Kinda. I dunno. Is a few g-g-g-g-ghooooosts!" America focused his gaze on the walls for the first time since he had entered the house - waiting for everyone to turn up. He saw right through the darkness and his line of sight went straight to the ghostly wallpaper - he let out a deafening scream and collapsed to the floor. At that moment, Australia suddenly cut off the phone. America was shaking with his arms held over his head as if he were protecting himself from the ghostly wallpaper boxing him in the little room he was just having a friendly conversation with Australia - one of his closest relationships - in.
After a while, the trembling American placed his quivering hands on the floor and pushed himself up with them. He stumbled over to grab his phone and held it up to his ear once again. This time he could not hear the familiar Australian accent he was just casually chatting with. America's voice was shaky.
"A-Australia? D-dude! Talk to me, i-it was nothing! I-I just had a l-little mental breakdown, t-that's all... it's alright. The ghosts are n-not real. Dude!"
Australia did not respond. America knew what Australia had just done. He did not know why he was still scared. He took two deep breaths and - just like magic - his voice was back to normal and ran smoothly with a distinct American accent.
America sighed, "I'll call you back, then."
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Come on, pick up the phone!"
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Australia! ...huh? Wait, leave a message? You want me to leave a message? No, I want to talk to Australia! I want to make sure he's okay!" America was shocked by the announcement of the voicemail service. Australia didn't answer his call. Why didn't Australia answer his call? America pondered this thought for a long time. He pondered it for such a long time that he didn't realise Canada's phone on the desk located to the far left of America's position in the room.
He slowly walked over to the desk and swiped the phone from it's spot.
Australia forgot he was supposed to be driving on the right. After all, this was the United States. Don't they drive on the right? Luckily, there was a noticeable lack of cars - or anything - on the road Australia was driving on. It was deserted, like nobody had been there in years. Australia looked ahead: nothing, nothing but dust gathering and latching itself onto Australia's car window. Australia grunted in frustration and wiped it off with his windscreen wipers, only for it to repeat the process again. Australia was quite stressed now. If he had to do this one more time, he would ultimately go insane.
It happened again.
Australia, in a fury, made a sharp turn onto the right side of the road - brushing his car against the ragged mountain edge in the process. This, in turn, shook the car intensely - frightening Australia out of his anger. His car meandered uncontrollably for a while and gradually relaxed to a halt, where Australia's car returned to driving in an ordinary, straight line. Australia took a sigh of relief: once again, he was glad that there was no presence of other cars which he could've crashed into and knocked off the side of the mountain. A reckless action like that would land Australia in jail, that was for sure.
Australia, now assured that he was back on track, turned on his GPS. He was heading for the little house America was going to throw his Halloween party in. Although, he wasn't going there for the surprise he had planned. No, he had already alerted everyone of the ear splitting scream he heard coming from the other end of his phone when he was conversing with America. He was absolutely convinced America was in trouble. And everyone else was too. They were all heading in the direction of the little house - they all had the same objective: check if America is okay. America knew he was; they didn't know America was.
Australia was nearly at the top of the mountain now. His GPS informed him to take a right turn. Obviously, Australia thought as he looked on to the final turn he would have to take before reaching the lonely little house on top of the mountain. But why? Why did America want to throw his ghost tour here? Couldn't he have easily done it at his own house? Australia was overwhelmed with only these thoughts crowding together in the space of his mind; he nearly missed the turn as a result.
"Oh, fucking cunt!" Australia swore as he smacked the brakes with his foot and forced the wheel to the right - turning the car swiftly and sharply around the turn. This time his car did not swerve out of control but stayed driving in a straight line progressing to the house - where America was located - which was still standing tall right in front of Australia. "I... this is it?" Australia whispered to himself in slight disappointment at the hastily printed decorations while he pulled his car into the driveway. "I can't say this is amazing. I mean, the decorations haven't had much effort put into them, have they?" Australia muttered to himself, wondering why he was even talking to himself in the first place. Where is everyone else? he thought, Right. I invited them over while I was driving, which must mean they're behind me at the moment. Oh well. They should be here soon, he answered his own question. But there are still so many questions that need to be answered. Like-, Australia's train of thought was interrupted by a loud shout erupting from inside the house. "Australia, no! I'm okay!" Australia looked up, stared at the house and raised an eyebrow in surprise. America was in there, and he was okay! Just as he was about to take out his phone - which was turned off - and tell the others to go home, he was suddenly stopped by a hand placed on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" A raspy female voice echoed over Australia's shoulder.
Australia jumped and turned around to face three perplexed looking Slavic nations. Their car was in front of Australia's in the driveway, but, when did they get here?
"Hey, why so shaken there?" The tallest one queried, his mysterious purple eyes locking on Australia's emerald green eyes. Still, his gaze was gentle, and Australia felt relaxed. So he opened himself up to talk with them. He was the one who told them to go here, anyway.
"Heh, you're finally here, then." Australia said, trying hard to not be intimidated by the Slavic nation's height. Of course, Australia was quite tall himself - but he was nothing compared to the one that stood in front of him.
"Huh? Are we late? I thought we got the right time. Was I wrong? I am sorry if I was wrong." The tallest one panicked and apologised quickly.
"You look funny." Said the smaller woman harshly - she was clutching on to the taller man's clothes, as if she did not want to be separated from him.
"Uhhh..." Australia was taken aback by the remark.
"Belarus! Let me talk to him, I am sure he's nice. You'll get used to him eventually. Especially if we have to spend most of our time with him, as it does not look like anyone else is turning up right now and it is the unfortunate coincidence that we are late." The tallest man sighed.
"You're not late. In fact, I literally just got here a couple of minutes ago." Australia reassured them.
"Wait, you just got here? Then, we are not late, da? That is correct, isn't it?" The taller nation was noticeably relieved in the glory that he and his siblings were not late, after all.
"Yes, you don't have to worry about it, but, I think we have something else to worry about." Australia announced to them with a concerned tone in his voice.
"Like what?" A kinder sounding female voice spoke up from behind the two who had already had the chance to speak to Australia, "Um, you know me right? I am Ukraine. And, what do we have to worry about?" she was a bit taller than Belarus and sounded more mature than the tallest man. Australia guessed she was the oldest one who had just showed up. And he was right, he just didn't know it yet. He was still awaiting a formal introduction from the three of them.
"Uh, I kinda heard a voice coming from inside there," Australia pointed to the house which America was in, "it sounded distressed, and it was calling my name and saying they're okay."
"Then it is probably America saying he's okay. And, knowing him, he probably is." The tallest nation assumed.
"But why did it sound distressed?" Australia snapped at the tallest man, demanding an answer.
"Uhhh, let's go check it out, then?" The tallest nation replied, a bit fearful of the brown haired nation.
"Yeah, okay." Australia agreed, calmer now than before.
"But, are we just going to leave everyone behind? I mean, we are early, and-"
"No, Ukraine! We are going inside now. Australia needs to. He is restless with the knowledge that he does not know anything. Let's go now." The tallest nation ordered Ukraine to enter the house and she eventually started trailing behind them, with her head down.
"Um, uhhh..."
The tallest nation managed to identify the information Australia needed to know, "Russia." he said.
"Oh, yeah. I'm so sorry I forgot who you were. I should know, I invited you guys," Australia apologised, "Russia."
"Yes?" Russia answered.
"Russia, I'm sorry." Australia sighed.
"Sorry? For what? I don't get it." Russia raised an eyebrow in befuddlement.
"I'm sorry for dragging you guys here. I know you didn't want to come." Australia uttered miserably.
"No, you do not have to be sorry!" Russia exclaimed anxiously. Australia was silent for a bit. Then he completely changed the subject.
"Anyway, let's go inside." Australia said, almost out of nowhere.
"What? I am confused." Russia was confused. He couldn't handle taking in why Australia changed the subject so suddenly, so he eventually gave up trying to understand.
"You don't have to worry, Russia. We're going inside now. Let's put aside all that happened just now." Australia attempted to clear Russia's mind and Russia gave in to this as he did not want to go through the trouble of solving any problems.
"You still look funny. But I think I will talk to you, as I have to, anyway." Belarus suddenly piped up.
"Oh, okay then. Go ahead" Australia responded.
"But first, let me open this door. It cannot be that hard, right, Russia?"
"R-right." Russia eyed Belarus with a frightened look and Belarus stared at him back, with a slightly distorted smile. Everything about it looked sketchy, so Australia tried not to look directly at Belarus anymore. Belarus twisted the doorknob and everyone stepped inside the house. Although, they had no idea what they had just walked into.
"So, shall we look for America?" Ukraine asked Russia.
"Yes, that is what we came in here to do, da?" Russia turned his head to Australia.
"Yeah, that's what we came here to do. To check up on America." Australia replied nervously.
"We have already done that," Belarus said and everyone looked at her, bewildered by her creepy remark, "I mean, we are already in the room where America is located."
"Oh, right. We are. America?" Australia came to a realisation that he was, indeed, in the only room in the house. He called out to America and the three siblings accompanying him did the same.
"G-guys?" A quiet voice echoed from the dark depths of the room, "I-is that you? Australia?".
"America!" Australia yelled, letting out a huge sigh of relief. America was actually okay! Australia couldn't believe it but America was okay. America saw Australia through the darkness and darted towards him, hugging him tightly as soon as he reached his position.
"Dude! I was so scared!" America exclaimed, crying tears of ease.
"I was more scared than you. I thought you literally got murdered or something. That shriek was so loud! How did you manage to pull that off?" Australia asked with reassurance that America was okay anyway.
"You know I'm petrified of ghosts, right?" America answered with another question.
"Ah..." Australia replied ashamedly, "Well, I'm stupid. Now I've forced everyone to come here for nothing, haven't I?"
"Maybe." America said.
"We can still prepare this room, right? You know, maybe turn the lights on for a start?" Russia suggested.
"That's a good idea. I have no idea why I was sitting in this room in complete darkness, anyway. I'm so sad," America agreed and he walked over to the nearest wall to turn on the lights, "There, is that better?" he asked Russia.
"Yes. Now, Belarus and Ukraine. Have you two got any requests to make this room better for guests?" Russia turned around to listen to Belarus and Ukraine.
"It needs more blood." Belarus appealed.
"The floor is too plain. I want a better carpet." Ukraine requested.
"You heard them, America. We need to improve this room." Russia declared.
"Right. Australia, do you have anything you want to be here?" America asked Australia.
Australia responded, "No, but I do have a better carpet, Ukraine."
"Huh? You do? Show me." Ukraine ordered.
Australia took out the carpet from his rucksack that he had been carrying before. He unravelled it to show Ukraine. It was orange - which matched the walls for a start - and was printed with a range of Halloween decorations. This included spiders, ghosts - which America grimaced at - vampires, blood - which Belarus' face lightened up at - pumpkins and candy. Ukraine smiled and took it from Australia's hands. She started from the top left corner of the room - she placed one corner of the new carpet there and started rolling it out to the other side. Once she had done that, she smoothed it out alone with her hands and took out a rather large stapler. She returned to the top left corner of the room and stapled the carpet to the wall to make sure it stayed in place. She repeated this process in all the other three corners of the room. Russia, Belarus, America and Australia all glared at her actions - astonished. Ukraine got right to it. She was certainly dedicated.
"Wow, Ukraine. You're a very organised woman." America remarked.
"R-really? You think so?" Ukraine was shocked by what America had said about her. She highly disagreed with his remark.
"Yeah, you just got on with that straight away!" Australia said.
"Well, i-it was nothing. I just laid out a carpet, that's all," Ukraine was slightly embarrassed, but she had no idea why. In a distress to change the subject, she suddenly said, "Belarus, you wanted more blood, didn't you?"
"Yes!" Belarus exclaimed.
"Well, here. Go crazy." Ukraine handed Belarus a tube of fresh, dark red paint which just so happened to look like actual blood. Belarus squealed with excitement and thanked Ukraine. Then, she started the task of decorating the room with blood - just like how she'd imagined. And, she put it everywhere. In every spot she could manage to cover with blood - she did. Even on Canada's phone, which is where her blood spreading spree came to an end. She just stood there for a while, her hand placed on the bottom of her chin - as if she were thinking about what she'd done. Then she turned around to face Ukraine and the others.
"Huh? What's wrong, Belarus?" Ukraine asked.
"Is this... Canada's?" Belarus pointed to the phone on the desk she was decorating.
"Yeah, that's Canada's- Belarus! Why?" America's blue eyes met with Canada's phone. It wasn't completely covered with Belarus' fake blood, but, it was very noticeable.
"I didn't mean to! I've done something bad, haven't I?" Belarus continued to stare at Canada's phone.
"No, it's okay. I'll wipe it off. Be right back." America zoomed away to a door on the right - this door lead to a small kitchen where America was going to wipe off the fake blood off of Canada's phone.
"Okay, I think that's enough blood spreading for now." Russia slowly pulled the tube out of Belarus' grip and handed it back to Ukraine.
"Belarus, it's okay." Ukraine placed her hand on Belarus' shoulder.
"Yeah, I don't feel bad. Whatever." Belarus completely rejected the idea of feeling regret, she just felt nothing. It's not her fault she's like this, but other nations find it creepy.
"Belarus!-" Ukraine was interrupted by a flock of feet outside and clear, loud talking coming from the front door.
"Who is that?" Russia flicked his head around so he could see the door.
"They must be here now," Australia explained, "the others."
"Well, shall we let them in? It would be rude not to." Ukraine queried.
"Yeah, I'll let them in." Australia waltzed over to the front door and took hold of the handle.
And that's where it ends. Sorry! This chapter was just dragging on a little bit and things were going a little out of control in my mind so I decided the best thing to do is end the chapter here.
Wow, this took a really long time for me to write. I think the next chapters may or may not be a little shorter. Anyway, the next chapter will probably be shorter since it is just character introductions. You know, meet the rest of the cast!
Thanks for taking your time to read this, my writing is so bad at the moment! I apologise.