Author note: So this is our Second story but our first Hetalia fanfic. If you can't guess it is slightly based on Hetaoni as well but we have a few twists of our own.
All Hetalia Character belong to Himaruya Hidekazu
Warning- Gerita and Spamano pairings and probably some gore in later chapters
We hope you enjoy and all reviews are helpful. Hasta la Pasta~
From Caitypie and Elster
"Well this is it."
They had finally made it. After almost half an hour of wandering down dead end lanes they had now arrived. Standing at the front door, the four nations stared in awe at the size of their new enemy. The wind breathed through a smashed window of the ancient school in a twisted inhuman echo of a relieved sigh. The measly torch light did little to expel the darkness that had wrapped itself around the vast body of the building. The moon, a waning crescent, seemed like an estranged smile as it watched the quartet from above. Its home among the stars was free from troublesome clouds for tonight, giving it the perfect vantage point. The brisk night air chilled considerably in the presence of the looming structure. The last drops of the month's rain dribbled lazily from the gaping mouths of the gargoyles that guarded the ledges above.
The entire place seemed to radiate an aura that could rival Russia's on one of his bad days.
A small wind whipped up around the grounds, picking up leaves and scattering them. It played through cracks in the building, once again creating strained echoes of emotion. At one point the wind shook the windows emitting a ghastly wail, a cry which mimicked anticipation and pain.
"Ve~ This place is scary." Italy clung tightly to his best friend. "Germany! I don't-a want to go in! Please don't make me! I'll-a do anything! Just don't-a make me go anywhere near England's food because that-a stuff tastes disgusting... wahhh!"
A startling smash suddenly erupted from inside leaving only silence in its wake. Italy who had jumped the furthest in shock found himself closest to the door. It swung open slowly, almost inviting its new guests in. Italy whimpered quietly.
As panic washed over him he decided to do the only thing he knew how to do: make a break for it, Italian style. Germany grasped the collar of Italy's shirt and roughly pulled the panicked man back.
"You're not going anywhere until you complete America's dare. You don't want to look like a weak cry baby in front America and the others."
"Germany's right." Spain stepped forward slightly with a cheery grin that almost seemed out of place in the current setting. He wrapped his arm around the grumpy Italian standing beside him.
"Plus you don't want little Lovi here to win the bet do you?"
Romano scowled at Spain at the mere mention of his much hated pet name. He pushed the arm that had snaked around him away and then crossed his arms firmly over his chest.
"I thought I told you not to call me that, stupid tomato bastard!"
"Aww but Romano~, it's so cute when I call you that!"
"Idiota! I'm not fucking cute!"
"Can you two stop arguing for just one moment?"
The two nations stopped and glanced over at the German.
"Why does it always have to be like zis?" He sighed, stepping closer to the door, "Let's get this over und done with ja?"
Italy turned and whimpered, his eyes filling with tears, "Ve~ Please Doistu!" His pleas fell on empty ears as Germany brushed them aside. The Italian's nickname for him was not going work this time. Germany grabbed Italy's arm firmly pushing him towards the ajar door. The German half carried his friend who stumbled on each step.
"Feliciano please," Germany looked down at the brunette in his arms impatiently. He rarely used the nation's human name but in this case he was glad he did as the man in his arms quietened down. Waiting at the top he turned to his other companions. Romano and Spain had continued their squabbling and now appeared to be in some sort of wrestling match. Romano, who had tried to struggle out of a hug, was now in a headlock. Germany sighed again.
"You two didn't have to come you know."
Spain and Romano looked up once they realised they were being spoken to. Spain slowly released Romano who swore at him went to talk to his brother. Spain smiled at them, his teeth flashing in the torch light.
"Of course we did. We are all amigos right? Plus me and Romano had a little wager." Suddenly the two brothers jumped away from the door whimpering. Germany grabbed his friend, stopping his second escape attempt. His impatient glare stunted the small mans incoherent mutterings.
"What happened?" he asked, slowly releasing his grip on his friend. The Italian snivelled.
"S..S..Something m...m..moved," he stammered through sheets of tears that streamed down his face. "I..Inside," a shaking hand lifted, pointing wearily inside the boundary of the doorway, where everything was obscured by even darker shadows. The German sighed; obviously they weren't going to get anywhere without his help. He placed his hand reassuringly on his friends back and with a firm shove pushed him through the door into the house. Stepping forward the blond nation blocked the Italian's only exit.
"It was probably only a rat, Italy," he scowled. Spain and Romano quickly joined them, not wanting to stay outside alone. The room they had stepped seemed to be a crude foyer in the torch light. Germany split from the group, sweeping the room with his eyes until he found what he was looking for. A small switch in the wall, grey under dust. Both the Italian's screamed as the lights surged to life. A few bulbs burst under the demand, emitting bright sparks which fell onto the quartet like rain. Italy jumped clinging to his brother who swore and pushed him away. Italy let go whimpering, he moved away from the half of the room that remained in darkness.
A movement caught the Italian's keen eye for danger and he was drawn to a shadow on the balcony above them. A feeling brewed in the Italian, it told him to run, get away... Fast. But he knew Germany wouldn't let him. It was a stupid dare and now he was stuck because Germany was too proud to back down. The longer he stared up at the balcony the more he saw shapes and the shadow that initially drew his attention took the form of a human. But not quite, the proportions seemed wrong. The head too big, the arms too long. Italy shook his head disregarding it as his imagination as the door swung shut loudly behind them.
Everybody jumped, Spain being the closest tried to reopen it. The door stuck fast, the latch refusing to give. Germany pushed past Spain but even under his power the lock refused to yield. After scanning the area outside the window, Germany turned.
"It was probably only America and the others playing a trick on us, but now we can't get out means we have no other choice but to complete this dare," he nodded. Spain and Romano returned the gesture.
"We should find a room to crash" Spain said, beaming and cheerful despite the setting. Everybody agreed and as they left the room Italy's eyes fell on the balcony again, but the shadow he had seen earlier was gone. Shaking his head he dismissed it as his imagination and ran to catch up with Germany.