Chapter two
Blood Of The Serious
Voosh!
Thunk!
Italy screamed in agony as the knife pierced his shoulder. Germany lunged and caught his friend before he hit the ground.
China jumped to his feet and quickly retrieved a towel and tape to make a makeshift bandage until actual gauze was found.
"DOITSU! IT HURTS! MAKE IT STOP!" Italy cried, thrashing around in the German's arms.
"Hang on Italia, It vill be alright." The blue eyed man inspected the wound. The knife was embedded deep into the Muscles and bones on the italian's shoulder. China kneeled down beside them, ready to cover the wound as soon as the knife was removed.
In one swift motion, Germany tore the blade free. Bits of bone and flesh, along with a large amount of blood spurted out on the German and Chinese.
China quickly wrapped the wound and held the towel in place while Germany used the tape to secure it. Blood was already soaking threw the towel and onto the flood.
"ZOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Germany boomed.
America took out his cell phone, he knew the president had told him he wouldn't be able to contact people outside the house but surely they would be able to call an ambulance? His phone told him he was out of service range.
England hurried over to the other side of the kitchen and tried the land line. Someone had cut the cord.
France darted out of the room to find another phone. Russia also hurried out to find a first aid kit.
Italy's cries of pain could be heard throughout the house.
There was a land line in every room of the house. All of the cords had been recently severed. Within the past five minutes recently.
Russia tore apart the medicine cabinets, looking for a first aid kit. He sighed in relief when he found one. He opened the box to take what he needed...only to fine it completely empty. "Fuck!"
Back in the kitchen, the pool of blood was growing larger and larger. Germany was doing everything in his power to help the Italian, who was growing weaker by the minute.
"Doitsu...i'ma tired..." Italy breathed out. "...can I sleep now...?
"Nein! Stay avake just a little vhile longer, ja..." The blue eyed man held his friend close.
"Ok...I'll try..." Italy fell limp.
"NEIN!" Germany screamed in anguish.
"Calm down, aru, he just passed out from bloodloss..." China assured his former enemy.
Germany was about to say something else when France burst into the room, "someone cut all the phone cords!" He wailed.
America tried to open the front door but it couldn't be done. even with his strength."shit. Fuck. Damn. Crap. Open up!" He snarled as he body slammed the door.
"Everyone please calm down!" England yelled."Germany, take Italy to his room, he needs rest. China go check on japan, I'm amazed he can sleep through all this...Russia, keep looking for a first aid kit, France, try to fix the phonelines if you can. America. Clean up the kitchen." He sighed as he went to help search for the first aid kit.
"Aw man...why do I have to be alone, cleaning up blood in a haunted kitchen?" The American whined loudly.
"It's not haunted, you git!" The British man yelled back.
"Then who threw the knife?" America whispered.
China tried to open the door to Japan's room, only to find it locked. From the inside. "Japan, aru? Are you awake? Open the door!"
No answer.
The hallway light started to flicker.
"Japan...?" China desperately tried to open the door.
The flickering got worse. "Japan!"
The lights went out.
China froze. 'Calm down old man...this place isn't haunted...someone threw the knife to get even with Italy...it might have been America...or Japan...he is a ninja...yeah...it was japan...' He mentally tried to convince himself even though he knew japan had no logical reason to kill his friend. 'It's an old house...probably just blew a fuse somewhere...yeah...'
Thud.
China swallowed hard.
Another thud. Something groaned in pain. Nails clawing against wood.
Thud.
Someone. Or something. Was dragging itself up the stairs behind him. It let out a low, painful, almost inhuman groan.
China shook like a leaf, he could nearly breath.
He heard the thing drag itself up over the top step.
It let out a low, wailing moan as it used its nails to drag itself over to the Chinese man. A rotting, cold, slimy, hand wrapped out his ankle.
China screamed.
"CHINA!" The remaining nations hurried towards the scream.
Said Chinese nation was standing in front of Japan's door, looking petrified.
"China! Dude, answer me!" America waved his hand in front of the china's face.
China snapped back into reality. "Eh...oh ni Hao, aru!"
"What happened?" England asked worriedly.
"I...I'm not sure exactly...just forget about it, aru..." He took his hand off the doorknob and retreated to the safety of his room.
The last of the allies exchanged glances before going back to their previous tasks.
When America had finished cleaning he found that everyone else had gone to bed. He yawned tiredly and glanced oven at the clock.
11:47
'Geeze...that took forever...' He mused to himself as he started for his room. He kicked off his boots but didn't bother changing clothes as he crawled into bed.
As he drifted off to sleep the American could have sworn her heard a high-pitched laughter coming from the corner of the room
The smoke alarm went off early in the morning. Germany had stayed awake to care for Italy and was the first to hear it. He darted downstairs to the kitchen and was greeted by a large fire on the kitchen stove.
"SHIT!" The German grabbed the fire extinguisher only to discover that it was empty. "NEIN!"
He dove for the sink but the fire refused to let him reach it, flames spit out at him, driving him back away from the faucet. fire shot towards the European, who held up his arms to block the flames, hissing in pain as the flames burned away the flesh on his arms.
"Germany!" America flew out of nowhere and kicked the faucet of the sink, breaking it off. He turned the sink on full blast, water spewed everywhere and put out the flame quickly.
"You ok?" America gasped.
"Ja...just a few bad burns..." Germany muttered as he watched his blood drip onto the floor.
Then younger nation quickly got more towels and take and helped make makeshift bandages for his German friend.
"Danke."
"No problem, bro. What the hell was that anyway?"
"Hell if I know." The German muttered, something on the stove caught his eye. As he walked over to it he discovered it was an iron cross. It was burnt and half melted but you could still easily tell what it was. He picked it up and looked at it in confusion.
"What's that?" America looked confused.
"My iron cross...it somehow ended up in the fire..."
The same high pitched laughter from earlier echoed throughout the house, sending shivers up both of their spines.
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