Everyone looked around, amazed at the conditions of the house.
"Ve~ It's cleaner than I thought," Italy squeaked happily, not seeing a spec of dust, yet his friend refused to touch a thing.
"H-hey, can we go now?" his voice quivered with unusual an fear.
Prussia smirked at him. "What's the matter, West? You scared?" the Ex-Nation asked with a chuckle.
That chuckle turned into a gasp when they heard a loud crash from another room. Everyone shuttered, yet only Germany's was the most apparent. "L - look, we should really go," he stuttered.
Japan frowned, fed up with all this drama. "Oh, don't be silly," he told the German hotly. "It's not like there are ghosts here or anything. Where's your common sense?" The others looked at each other, each of them silent as the other. Frustrated, Japan began to walk away.
"Be careful, Japan!" Prussia suddenly cried.
"I know," the Asian replied. "I'll just go and see what happen. I'll be right back."
"Those three. There's nothing to be scared of," Japan thought to himself after some exploring. "There' is absolutely nothing wrong with this house."
As he passed the Japanese-style rooms, the Nation still remained in deep thought. "Besides the cleanliness, this house seems perfectly normal. Nothing's wrong. I'm sure their just paranoid..."
Suddenly, Japan felt himself fall over. "Wha-"
A girl, about 17 years old, looked down at him. Her eyes were emerald green, a color representing life yet looked quite dead. Her blond hair was short as its length scarcely past her earlobes and a section of her bangs were dyed a strawberry pink. Her hair was a little messy, yet it seemed as if tamed somehow. She wore medieval clothes, a brown berret, black ribbon with a gem attached to the center, and medieval boots as well as a long cape.
The girl glared down at the Nation. "What are you doing here?" she asked in a threatening voice.
"Gomen ne. I thought no one lived in this house," Japan appologized, now feeling embarressed.
The girl's glare turned to steel. "No one lives here. You fool," she growled. And with a swish of her long, heavy dark cape, she left.
Japan sighed in relief. "Well, that went well," he breathed before he realized he was in the kitchen. He spied a broken plate on the floor. "Did she drop this...?" Japan wondered and shook his head. "No, she doesn't seem like she's the type." He glanced at the plate again, then the rest of the kitchen. Then pondered as he left. "But for only the plate to drop... How strange. I better be careful."
Japan immediately stopped. It took some moments before he slapped himself. "Watashi no baka. What am I thinking? There's no reason to think about it," he convinced himself and continued on.
Japan felt his mouth gape at what was before him. He had just come back to the front door - only to find his three companions gone. Japan looked at the spots that he had last seen them. "...Did they leave...?" he wondered to himself. He imagined a noise that could have startled them. He imagined those three suddenly panic and flee, leaving him behind. He frowned at the thought. "How regrettable..." the Asian Nation hissed, anger enveloping him.