Date Written: September 16, 2011

Word Count: 769

Summary: When America invites the nations of the world over to his house for a scary movie night and England messes up a potion in the basement, the countries get transported into the world of Silent Hill. Multiple pairings, but not the focus of this story. Rated T for now, rating will go up in later chapters for blood and gore. NOTE: Does not follow the exact plot of any of the Silent Hill games or the movie.

Warnings: The fourth wall takes some damage and Silent Hill inaccuraces abound.

Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.

Experimenting with a different style of writing as well. I do realize that very little of this story will end up being true to any of the Silent Hill games or the movie, however I do not plan on trying to make it very accurate, so you have thus been warned XD

It had all started with one sentence. One small, simple sentence that no one thought would cause any problems. Well, no more problems than usual. Because, when you stick the personifications of roughly five different counties in the same room, there will definitely be problems.

Anyways, back to our little sentence. Someone had the bright idea to get a few of the different nations together to watch horror movies in honour of Halloween. That someone did not really care that it was still only September, or that they tended to freak out while watching horror movies. No, that someone did not care in the slightest. All he was thinking of was a night filled with scary movies and popcorn and friends (or not).

So, our little American nation decided to make an announcement at the end of the last World Meeting that all the nations in attendance were invited over to his house for scary movies. Most of those invited immediately declined, stated that they had something else to do that day or were busy with this or that. Because, really, everyone knew how America got with horror. And none of them wanted to be there for it.

Of course, there were some nations that could not weasel their way out of the scary movie night. We join those nations now, gathered in America's house, waiting for him to set up the television. And dreading it.

"Just get the movie set up already, aru!"

"What do you think I'm trying to do?"

"You bloody git, just let one of us help."

"No, I said I got it."

"Da? Then why is the TV still not working?"

"Because it's just not, okay?"

"Here Al, it's working now."

"Holy crap, when did you get there?"

"…Al, I was here the entire time…"

Poor Canada, always being forgotten by America. So sad. It's a good thing that Canada is here now though, because apparently he is the only one who knows how to work America's television (however, if America had just read the instruction manual…).

"INSTRUCTION MANUAL'S ORGINIATED IN ME, DA ZE!"

Ahem, ANYWAYS…

Now, finally, for the movie. Or, rather, almost. Because we all know what goes perfectly with a movie…popcorn. Lots and lots of popcorn.

"VE~ WE ALMOST FORGOT THE POPCORN!"

"I GOT IT!"

Good. Now we have the popcorn as well. Let's see if we're missing anything else…
Television? Check.
Popcorn? Check.
Nations? …check, sort of…
Movie? …no check…

"AMERICA, YOU GIT, WHERE'S THE MOVIE!"

"It's right here…"

"AK! Wait, who are you…?"

"I'M CANADA, DAMNIT!"

"…Let's just put the movie on, aru…"

Okay, now we have everything we need for our movie night.

However, the movie that America had put in was purposely a comedy type of horror, not the kind of horror movie that would terrify the American nation. And, needless to say, it was starting to bore the other countries. Some had already gone to do something else, such as Italy being in the kitchen making pasta and England going into the basement to do…who knows what.

Some of the nations were actually still sitting on the couch in America's living room, albeit fidgety and impatient. Oh, and begging him to put on a scary movie. That too.

"This movie is so unawesome, just switch it already!"

"Yes, put on something actually scary, aru."

"This is boring, stupid hamburger bastard, of course you would chose something like this."

"Alright already, I'll change the damn thing."

Having been…um…gently persuaded by the other countries still remaining in his living room, America paused the current movie and switched it to one much more suited to the horror genre.
Also effectively shutting the other nations up, for the time being.

Meanwhile, in America's basement…

"I just know this will work this time…"

…A certain bushy-eye browed nation was standing bent over a large bubbling pot. If anyone on the floor above cared to notice, they would smell a faint hint of something burning. In the basement on the other hand, particularly the area around which our dear friend is standing, the smell is much worse.

England muttered a few more words, tossing something unidentifiable into the pot. Said pot started shaking slightly and shone a sickly shade of green. The nation cursed under his breath a few times and frantically chanted some more verses in order to fix whatever it was that had gone wrong.

But of course, Iggy being Iggy, that did not work either. Mere seconds later, a loud bang resonated throughout the house, coupled with a flash of green light and more British-accented curses.