Hey so I have a new story for you guys. Ino I still haven't updated my other story but I needed to write this before I forgot it. So this is a USxUK story based off of Corpse Party the game, chapter 3 and 4, which is a horror survival type game. It's an awesome game I haven't played it but watched a let's play and when I have money will defiantly buy. However it is a bit gruesome and stuff that's why its an 18. But you should defiantly watch Cry play it; he makes it so much better to watch.

watch?v=vYyqc6STNPE&feature=plcp

So yeah it has some icky content in it, character death and is disturbing in some places. Not suitable for under 16's but I doubt that will stop you. So just so you know WARNING

Um I don't know what else to say as I am really tired at the mo and not functioning properly so yeah enjoy I guess.

Flying Mint Bunny- Gemzstone does not own Hetalia or make profit from this story, it is just for your entertainment so please enjoy XD Oh and I don't own Corpse party

America/Britain fanfic. Has boyxboy content, fluff, tragedy, horror and so much more.

Made for Halloween

Sorry not functioning properly

-Hetalia-xXx-Hetalia-

*Ring, ring. Ring, ring.*

Britain slowly lifts up his cell phone to see who's calling gasping at the sight of the name, he answers immediately with disbelief.

"um…Hello?"

'HELP ME!'

'HELP ME!"

*Crackle*

'England ? Are you there? Answer me!... Dammit!'

"Scotland…? Scott! Scott! *sniffle* Scotland, it's me! I'm in real trouble!"

'England… please, Just let me hear your voice! *sob*Please… Just say something you wee brat! Your my baby brother… *sob* Arthur! ….I'm sorry I didn't mean what I said earlier, I was just being stupid…. Please, just come home…. God, dammint… don't let anything of have happened to him!'

*Crackle*

'HELP ME!'

'HELP ME!'

'HELP ME!'

'HELP ME'

"AUUUUGGGHH" Arthur screams in terror and frustration as the voice keeps repeating itself. And in a fit of anger stands up and throws the phone down the stairs from where he's sat. The phone hits the floor with a slam but doesn't break.

"*pant**pant**pant**weep*… Francis…I don't understand…You said we'd make it out of here…together…Why you Frog?! What happened?! What …did you see…?"

Arthur clenches his hands into a fist, so tightly that blood trickles down to the ground.

*It really is a pity*

"gasp"

Arthur stops his shaking and turns to see the owner of the voice is stood at the top of the steps. It's a girl around the age of fifth teen, she is dressed in a school uniform different to the ones he's seen. And her hair is tied into small pigtail held by two red beads however her hair is to small to all stay tied up. A red star also sits on top of her head matching the red glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose. But the thing that got Arthur the most were her eyes. Blue eyes so dead and lifeless like a dead fish.

"wh-who are you?

*I'm the…spirit…of a girl who died here.*

"…Do you know what happened to him?"

*I believe your friend…was afflicted."

'Afflicted?'

"With what?"

*The curse that holds this school together, Those who are touched by it slowly lose their minds to it. Some people realize this is happening, and go to great lengths to prevent it. Sometimes it makes others go insane. Sometimes they start hurting the people around them. However it varies from person to person.*

'No that couldn't of happened to Francis! It just couldn't!'

"That's horrible…" England looks to the floor in sadness at the thought of all this. The girl turns to have her back to the UK a smile spread across her pale face.

*Now that your friend isn't here. This school…this space…is yours…and is yours alone. You are the only person here, it's only living occupant. You will never be able to reach your friends.*

His head snapes up upon hearing the girls words, horror clearly seen.

"…No…"

The spirit looks over her shoulder to look at the shocked man.

*You will be all by yourself from here on out… until the day you die… so just think about that hehe*

And with that she walked away. Arthur tried to run after her to ask if there is anyway to get to his friends, he refused to believe he was on his own. Just as he went to take a step, pain shot up through his sprained ankle making him tumble backwards. He closed his eyes tight as he fell down the stairs, but as he was falling there was a loud cracking sound coming from his leg. When he finally collide with the floor smacking his head, opening his eyes, he still couldn't see much due to the world still spinning so he closed them again, until the dizziness past.

"o-oh, God…It hurts!"

'That sound…Was that …my leg…?!'

Arthur felt bile at the back of his throat at the thought of his leg being broken but kept strong.

'Pull yourself together old chap! You were a former pirate for crying out loud. This isn't like you!'

Again Britain tried to open his eyes to look over his legs now that everything stopped spinning. He looked down to see no broken bone, however the splint France gave him to support his sprained ankle was snapped in two. Suddenly the lights flickered out leaving him in total darkness fear overtaking him, this has pushed Arthur to the edge he couldn't take it anymore after everything he's seen he just wants to go home. Tears started to run down his cheeks.

"I'm…I'm not 'tough' at all!...France….*sob* Franciiiiiis… I can't take any more of this! Somebody, please, help me!"

Britain sat there sobbing the curse finally taking toll on the poor nation he just wanted to be back at home reading a book playing with Excalibur, and telling America to shut up and mind his own bloody business.

'Alfred, where are you? I wish I could see that smiling face of yours one more time I'd give anything even my own life…'

"Alfred…. If your supposed to be the bloody hero! Then come save me already you twit *sob*"

England's vision started to get darker, tiredness taking it's toll if only he could rest. His mind was going blank, only one thing he could think about was the bloody American. Before he passed out he cried out in frustration.

"AMERICAAAAAAAA WERE ARE YOOOOOU! *SOB* *SOB*"

And with that everything went black. And all the while this went on there was a dark shadow watching him quietly. He started to make his way to the unconscious blonde. And then….

-Hetalia-xXx-Hetalia-

America was walking around the abandoned school after getting separated from his brother Canada. He looked around confused and lost as he made his way down the deteriorated hallways. The floors had massive holes created by the earthquakes, one wrong step and it was bye bye to you. The paint on the walls was peeling and cracking off, the walls and floors covered with dark red stains. And the smell, was unbearable the smell of rot and damp and other unspeakable things. Light fixtures hanging and broken from the ceiling. Glass lied shattered on the crumbling floor; only candles and natural light from outside were the only light sources in some rooms while others would have a dim light dangle from the sealing. Even though it was on its way out, any light was better than none at all. And all you could hear was the rain slam against the windows in ice cold sheets sometimes dampening the floor through the broken glass. Thunder would rattle through your body and boom through the cold. The lightning flashes giving light to reveal….the dead.

-Hetalia-xXx-Hetalia-

America, his brother and six other countries were visiting Japan for a world meeting, after a couple of days of no progression (Because everyone likes to argue too much) America had an idea. Since it was almost Halloween, he thought it would be super awesome if after the meeting they sit around and tell ghost stories until they saw the ghost from Hetalia Host Elementary, which the conference building used to be before it was, demolished. And since everyone had nothing better to do they agreed. They all sat around in an empty conference room scaring the crap out of each other. That's when Japan had a suggestion to use a charm to help them get along since it would help in the conference, and since a certain Prussian brought some alcohol along everyone was more than happy enough to agree. However something went terribly wrong causing an earthquake to break the ground away. Everyone started to fall and lose consciousness, the next thing they know they are in the abandoned Hetalia Host Elementary school that was demolished thirty years ago. Everyone was divided and separated with no means to escape, all trapped in a different dimension in the same building. All try to find each other and find a way out but found many of the bodies of the victims that have fallen before them. They are not the first. Countries are believed to be immortal, however all immortality has been taken away leaving them vulnerable. America was with his brother before they got separated, three children who were murdered at this school are out to get them and even the murderer themselves, and their mission is to find each other, the girl in the red dress and to solve the mysteries behind Hetalia Host Elementary with the help of the dead, that is if they want to escape….. or die trying.

-Hetalia-xXx-Hetalia-

"What the hell, one minute my insides where burning cus of that creepy dead girl *shiver* and then I wake up in the other building. What the Fuck…. Argh I will never find my bro at this rate, this place is to big, plus I don't like walkin round on my own this places gives me the creeps…..*sigh* I wish Britain was here he'd know what to do."

Suddenly a slight breeze blows down the halls carrying the whisper of a voice he recognised, it broke through his thoughts immediately.

*This way America*

Stopping in his tracks America looks everywhere to see who was speaking to him, however nothing was there. This time he notices the light breeze as it gentle ruffles his hair, a hug of warmth surrounds him. He feels almost safe but at the same time slightly creeped out like he does whenever France is near him. It almost felt like someone was hugging him. Then right by his ear he hears someone whisper.

*Please, take care of mon petit lapin. He's on the verge of snapping….* The voice sounded concerned and sad, you could imagine if someone in front of you said those words, they would have a sad smile on their face with a touch of regret in their eyes. It would just break your heart apart knowing they can't look after the one person they care about the most and was forced to pass the task to you.

America's eyes widen and his skin pales as he flinches away from where the sound was heard, a terrified (manly) scream escapes his lips, lifting his hand to cover his right ear shaking his head to get rid of the heart breaking image.

'it's that voice again, i-is it a ghost…no it can't be'

America now starts to look around frantically to find the owner of the voice having a faint recognition of which it might belong to, and if it is, he won't have to be alone much longer in this hellhole even if it is…HIM. But his body felt restricted. He makes himself look bigger by sticking out his chest. He wasn't going to let HIM know he scared the almighty Hero.

"W-who's there? Where a-are you? W-who's s-speaking to meee" America bellows trying to sound brave but his voice betrayed him as he strutted, making him mentally face palm himself.

He then hears a soft chuckle echo throughout the hall and again feels his hair ruffled by the breeze. The warmth that once surrounded him started to slip away, he wasn't quite sure what it was but he didn't want it to leave, as it felt very familiar to him. He reached out to the air not wanting it to go. Even though there was nothing physical in the room, he still felt it's….presence fading away.

Again the voice speaks from the stairs in front, in an even lower whisper than before.

*THIS WAY IF YOU WANT TO SEE BRITIIIIIIIaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiii iinn* And the wind carries the voice away.

America blinks in shock and confusion at what just happened realising his hand was still in the air he slapped it to his side. He doesn't know why but he felt sad and empty inside it felt like something important to him was taken away.

'Weird, I could of swear that sounded like…no it couldn't be. Wait is Britain in some kind of danger?... And what did he mean by Arthur snapping?'

With slight fear settling in the pit of his stomach, America shakes his head and marches forward to the stairs where he last heard the voice.

"I'm coming Arthur, you don't have to wait for your Hero much longer."

-Hetalia-xXx-Hetalia-

As America rounded the corner on the stairs he see's Britain huddled up in the corner shaking.

"BRITAIN!"

"Hey, are you alright?"

He runs over to the shaking figure putting a hand out to grab hold of the Britt. But just as his hand makes contact the figure disappears making the American stumble forward.

"Wha…"

"…Britain…" America's head droops down his head his bangs covering his dulling blue eyes, sadness sinking in as a frown pulls at his features. He was so excited to finally see the Britt, to discover he wasn't real, just an hallucination. A lone tear trickles down his face.

'Where are you? ….I don't want to be alone anymore… I'm scared. I just want to see your face again hear you yell and call me an idiot. We could have our fights and everything could be normal again and then to make it up to you I would pull you by the waste and have you in my arms, and then tell you I'm sorry by showering you in kisses, and I will promise to never leave your side again because…because I love you Britain….no! Arthur. And if we do die here I want to be able to die in your arms as you hold me close and stroke my hair and giving me that rare smile that makes me go crazy …hell I'd be happy if you were just there saying I am an idiot, all I know is as long as you are by my side I will be happy with our fate and if you die before I even get to you…well I don't know what I will do.'

Before America could go deeper into his thoughts there was a clacking sound that came from the top of the stairs, America took a cautious step back before he saw a small green object tumble down the stairs and land at his feet.

"Isn't that… Britain's cell phone?"

Just as Alfred goes to pick up the phone it starts to ring, making the American jump to the roof.

'Should I answer it?'

After coming to a decision Alfred picks up the phone and answers it.

"H-hello…"

After a long silence a voice is heard, it was so quiet it was just barely above a whisper.

HELP ME….

HELP ME… The next time the two words were said it was spoken louder in a childs voice laced in fear.

'What the?'

Suddenly the phone crackles and a new voice is heard and one he recognises.

'England ? Are you there? Answer me!... Dammit! England… please, Just let me hear your voice! *sob*Please… Just say something you wee brat! Your my baby brother… *sob* Arthur! ….I'm sorry I didn't mean what I said earlier, I was just being stupid…. Please, just come home…. God, dammint… don't let anything of have happened to him!'

"H-hello?…hello? Scotland?!"

Again the crackling sound was back and the child's voice was heard but more panicked.

HELP ME…

HELP ME… The voice was getting higher and louder as if it was getting closer, more panic etched into the child's voice each time the phrase is said as if she was about to be attacked.

HELP ME… The next words said were screamed down the phone making America jump in surprise as his ear rang from the girls scream.

"UUAAAAGGGHHH"

America dropped the phone and backed away too stunned at what he just heard. Disbelief covered his face.

"What the hell?! This place needs to cut the crap already…"

America take's a deep shuddering breath to try and calm himself down.

'Come on America you're the Hero! You need to calm down'

Once the Hero was calmed down, he heads to the phone a sigh of relief escapes his lips, upon noticing the phone wasn't broken.

'Ha that's one tough phone…Britain would kill me if he knew I broke it'

"…I can't just leave it hear, though… What kind of Hero would I be if I didn't return it to him…. Britain… … I'm coming just hold out a bit longer….just wait for your Hero to save you, hahaha"

Once America laughed his signature laugh he picked up the phone and made sure it was secured in his bomber jacket pocket before he set off to the top of the stairs.

Once he got to the top he could hardly see a thing not waiting for his eyes to adjust he starts to feel his way around the room until he realises he's where the toilets are. He makes his way to the boys when he heard mumbling coming from the other side of the door. Interested to hear what they were saying he presses his ear to the door.

"Well it was tough, you know?"

"hahahaha"

'That sounded like…no way it can't?!'

America slowly and quietly slides the door open as to not disturb the conversation. As soon as he put one foot into the room the smell of ammonia overpowered him. The room was still dark but the there was still enough light to see the first half of the dank dungy room. To his right were a row of broken sinks, holes covered the floor and debris was everywhere, looking around he couldn't see the people who just spoke.

"I certainly was surprised!"

"hmm-hmm!"

America took a step forward.

"So Francis, did you hear?"

"Hmm, What is it…you can tell big brother."

"Russia turned round and bumped into Alfred earlier touching his crotch!"

"hohoho you must tell big brother more hmm"

"B-but when I saw it happen, I just wanted to hit that Russian upside the head"

"hohoho oh dear, mon petit lapin. Do I detect a hint of jealousy non?"

"Maybe, maybe not, it's not any of your business anyway, you wine surrender monkey!... but afterwards they did get into a huge fight"

"Hohohoho that's priceless! And face it, your life is my business mon ami, but I wish I could have seen it!"

"I don't think you would be so keen if you were there, it wasn't a pretty sight, and anyway I don't even know why I am telling you all this?"

"I dunno…I have a feeling I would of enjoyed it the two are quite headstrong, cute though non and to answer your question, it's to pass time, get things off your chest and I am your amazingly beautiful big brother non, how could you resist hiding anything from this face."

"(Quite easily)"

"hmm"

"nothing"

"hoho but putting that aside young Amerique is quite handsome in particular, right Arthur"

'it's got to be them, they're the only two I know that talk like that.'

The oblivious American kept walking toward the cubicles during the whole conversation listening to the two talk like highschoolers. Until he was right outside the door were the voices were behind.

"I-is someone in there?"

There was no answer so America tried to push the door open but it was locked, and there was no movement behind. Maybe he was starting to hallucinate he probably imagined everything to this point. It was official this school curse was making him lose his mind. So America starts to walk away when he hears metal being kicked and collide with the floor, this makes him stop in his tracks turning back to where he heard the noise. Strangled noises were coming from the cubicles, some was struggling to breath. America ran back to the wooden door he was just stood in front of and with his brute strength broke the door down. What he saw next were going to leave scares on his mind, soul and heart forever, for what was behind the door was Arthur suspended in the air with a noose round his neck, he was struggling to breath.

-Hetalia-xXx-Hetalia-

Dun Dun Dun

I'm so so so so so so so so sooooo sorry I've ended it on a cliff hanger but It's 20 pages long and I am still writing so I thought I will turn it into chapters so I have the other parts and might upload tomorrow depending on how I'm feeling.

But I hope you enjoyed! Will they be ok? I hope so or there no story :P

But yeah please review, favourite and share as when you guys give me reviews it makes me soooo happy, and you give me inspiration. So yeah defiantly review and make me a happy writer

Oh and I realised on my other story I gave you a link that doesn't work so to cheer yall up here it is.

watch?v=vDNptgrrCMQ&list=UUKmsnaohniMM-znCuwmpIOQ&index=1&feature=plcp

Its just a little Hetalia video I made so enjoy.

So yeah see yall next chapter

Ciao xx

P.s This is dedicated to my friend Holly who has read most of my story and actually gives a monkeys on what I do Love you Holly 3