Yay chapter 2 is up, sorry for it being so late, I blame writers block XD but here it is ^-^ Next one is going to be the Axis's group, and Linkforever125 thanks for that awesome review ^-^ I love Cry, his voice is so amazing XD but I was super exited when he started playing corpse party ^-^ but remember reviews are much appreciated, they really give me motivation
"America your bloody wanker, get up! Please…" England begged. To be honest he was pretty worried about America, though he was trying his hardest not to show it.
"Maybe we should try slapping him?" France suggested.
"I-I don't think that's a good idea…" Canada said, and of course he was ignored.
Looking around at his surrounding England gave a sigh; he didn't really remember what happened. He did however remember that something happened after they did that stupid charm America brought. And then…the rest was blank. He then found himself and a few other nations in a weird rundown room, though it looked like it was a classroom. But this place seemed to give off a weird aura…it wasn't natural. And it seemed his mythical creature friends wouldn't come out. Glancing around he looked at America's unconscious body, than France, and then lastly Canada, who he didn't notice he was here until now for some odd reason.
"Hm…if I know my brother he usually always wakes up at the smell of food, does anyone have any food on them?" Canada asked.
France and England shook their heads.
"Okay…hm…than let me try something," Canada said before giving them a slight grin.
"America! Kumagiro is eating all your hamburgers, you better come quickly!" Canada yelled, though it was more of a loudish whisper in his case.
Immediately following that America shot up "Ah Canada dude, you promised you would keep you bear under control!" America exclaimed.
The three nations couldn't help but snicker.
"Wait where are we?" America than asked with a disorientated look on his face.
"Ah but Amérique we should be asking you that, after we did that charm of yours we suddenly ended up in this place," France told him while giving him a slight gesture around the room.
"What the hell? What the fuck is this place…it kind of reminds me of some of my horror movies," America remarked with a shiver.
"Well this place does have a rather creepy air to it…we should investigate this place there's no use standing here like sitting ducks mind you," England stated.
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, even France.
"Hahahaha well since I'm the hero I guess I should lead the way," America told them, although he kind of regretted saying it.
Getting up he was about to lead the way when pain shot up from his ankle, "Fuck!" America yelled out in pain before sliding on the wall for support.
"Hey America are you okay?" England asked him, a flash of worry crossed his face.
"Ya dude…I'm fine just give me a sec," America replied while trying to wish away the pain in his ankle.
"Hm clearly you are not America, you have a sense of pain," France simply remarked.
'I guess there's no use hiding it than…' "It's nothing really, it's just my ankle is starting to hurt a bit that's all," America said trying to sound convincing.
England rolled his eyes "It's obviously something to worried about America, you can't even stand up right, here late me take a look at it, take of your shoe," England ordered him.
America was about to snap back but he figured the rest of the nations would gang up on him. He then sighed in annoyance before pulling of the shoe from the foot that was hurting the most.
Though he didn't really want to look at it so he held his head up high, "See bros, there's nothing to worry about, it's all good…" he was cut short when he saw the look of surprise on everyone's faces.
"It's not all good you bloody twit, just look at your ankle!" England scowled at him.
Taking a deep breath America looked at his ankle, and the sight almost threw him back. His ankle was swollen and red. Plus it was positioned at an odd angle; it basically looked like a mess.
"Jesus's Christ…this must have happened after we performed the charm and then…" America trailed off; he honestly didn't remember what happened after…it was all a blur to him.
"A-America…you shouldn't walk around with an ankle like that…" Canada told him.
"My Canada is right Amérique, I doubt you can even get off the wall without stumbling over, maybe you should lean on us for support," France suggested.
"No dudes…its fine…" America stated to say before England grabbed his arm.
"Cut the act America, we're trying to help you, now either accept are help or be left only in this weird classroom," England growled.
Before America could object Canada grabbed his other arm for support to. 'I guess I don't really have a say in the matter…'
Hanging his head a bit America grinned a bit, "Thanks guys," America commented sheepishly.
The through the event French muffled a laugh, "Ah what an émouvant family event, but I really suggest we get out of this room, it's…how do you say…creepy," France reminded them.
The three of them nodded in agreement and walked out of the room, both England and Canada were at his side giving him support. When they got out of the room they were met with well and equally creepy hallway, it had such a desolate feeling.
"Eh…I guess this is no better either…I guess we will just have to keep are chins up and search for an exit," America declared.
"Ya…I guess…" England replied hesitantly.
Something was seriously bugging him, this place seemed well suffocating and he couldn't call up his fairy friends for some reason. At first he just thought he was just not used to the atmosphere, but now he couldn't even sense them. Not wanting to bring alarm to the other nations, plus they'd just think he's talking about his 'hallucinations' again, England kept his mouth shut.
The nations began to trudge along again, the whole school seemed pretty old with some of the floorboard missing and the paint on the walls peeling, a lot of people might've mistaken this for a well fashioned horror movie set. Moving through the somewhat endless hallway a classroom door sparked Canada's attention.
"L-look…maybe we should investigate that classroom over there," Canada suggested.
Surprisingly the other nation's seemed to actually notice Canada for once.
"Ya, seems like a good start," America said.
Though they were all on board they were a bit hesitant to open it but America.
"Since I'm the hero I'll open it!" America declared.
Stepping away from England and Canada for a second America leaned heavily of the wall and opened the door. Leaning on the opened door he took a peek inside. 'Looks like a normal creepy abandoned classroom to me,' America thought.
"Well it looks okay…" America informed them.
Going Back to England and Canada for support the nations stepped into the classroom. It looked like a normalish classroom at first. There was a chalkboard, podium, and a few desks. Straying from the group a little France started to look around more. Though nothing prepared for the sight of bleach white skeleton remains.
"Oh mon dieu! This really is a horror movie!" France yelled.
England, Canada, and America, only a few feet away from France, looked over his way. Before they could ask what was wrong they all gasped at the sight of the corpse, though for Canada it was more of a squeak.
"C-crikey…this is some school," England muttered.
"I wonder how…that person died…" Canada implied, already recovered from the shock.
"Ya…" America replied simply.
Before either of them could react any further the corpse started to glow a dim blue, followed by a humanoid figure forming near the corpse.
"You four…are new victims aren't you?" the figure asked.
The blood seemed to drain from everyone's faces when it spoke, especially America's.
"G-ghost! Oh my god!" America screamed.
Stepping backwards out of fear he then cursed silently when his ankle gave out and he fell to the floor. But he was too freaked to care about the roaring pain in his ankle.
"America, stop freaking out...I don't think this spirit is going to harm us…" England retorted. Though he never would admit it, he was equally afraid.
"Your friend is right…I am one of the many spirits that was brought here against my will and confined…just like you…only I am no longer walking amongst the living…" the spirit told them solemnly.
"Wait where is here? And what do you mean by confined?" England asked.
"This place is cursed, multidimensional nexus...multiple planes of existence, all piled on top of one another...created by a powerful, vengeful spirits. Closed space...or perhaps closed spaces. You three and others like me are the unlucky victims of an inescapable abduction," the spirit explained.
"Closed spaces…is this what you mean by confined…non?" France asked.
"In a way yes...and it seems you two are not the only ones to have been brought here. I'm sensing numerous others..." the spirit answered.
"The other nations!" America exclaimed while still inching farther from the spirit.
"I don't know what you mean by nations or the exact number...but I do know that others were pulled into these spaces at the same time as you," the spirit replied.
"So you mean were all here…we can meet up…that's such a relief," Canada proclaimed.
"However you cannot meet them, they are definitely in this school. But the space they occupy differs from the space we occupy. If you wish to see your friends, you must find some means of entering their space, or bringing them into this space. Even then, escape is nigh impossible...but at least you'll be able to die together..." the spirit told them.
"Mon dieu I can't believe this…we are nations for crying out loud!" France yelled.
"B-bloody hell…wait you said something about vengeful spirits...and what do you mean there's no way out?" England asked getting a bit panicky.
"Again I don't know what you mean by nations...and I also don't know the motive of our captors...nor a means of escaping this hell. All I know...is that with some effort...you can at least live out your days together, in the same space, and that alone is a fate worth fighting for. Two heads are better than one. Your chances, and your opportunities, are so much greater when working together...I now realize something...you four and the others that have been brought here are different...I don't think you are like the others...maybe you do have a chance...but remember...do whatever you can...to find a way out of here...don't end up...like...us..." the spirit informed them.
All the nations just gawked at what the spirit said…to be honest none of this seemed real to them. The awkward silence seemed to only last a second until a dark aura seemed to descend upon them, like there was now another spirit with them…but eviler.
Turning around the nations saw a girl in the corner of the room, she had long black hair and a red torn up dress.
"No!" the spirit screamed.
And with that the spirit disappeared in a flurry of panic.
"Quickly we have to get out of here!" England yelled while feeling the dark strengthen…almost to the point of making him want to puke.
Pulling up America and letting him lean on his shoulders he quickly led the nations out the classroom. Immediately after they ran out of the classroom the door shut forcefully on its own. After a brief moment all the nations leaned against the wall gasping from breath and recovering from shock. Finally England spoke up.
"Well…that was certainly quite the experience I daresay…but first order of business we should find a place to rest and plan out what we're going to do next…and also we need a place where we can fix up America's ankle…we can't be lugging you around forever America," England declared.
"Hey…" America pouted while crossing.
"Hey is right…who died and made you king England?" France asked.
Rubbing his temples England was about to retort back when Canada decided to make an appearance.
"England is right…we should find a room to rest and organize what just happened…because frankly I still can't believe this is real," Canada said.
"Well I guess you are right Mon petit Canada let's look around for perhaps a room not infested with spirits," France suggested.
"Ya I guess I agree to," America said.
"Well than it's settled," England announced.
Getting up from the wall England pulled America up from the wall and let him lean on his shoulder. He then started leading the way down the corridor, letting the other nation follow. There wasn't much else in this hallway besides broken floorboards and a musty smell. Spotting a stairwell the nations walked down it, though they needed to help America who had trouble navigating down with his ankle. Eventually they made it down the stairs. Though what surprised them was a big entrance way near the end of the room.
"Dieu merci I entrance way…maybe there is a way out and what that spirit was saying was a load of bullshit," France exclaimed.
Running up to the entrance way France gave it a quick pull but it didn't budge.
"Ce que l'enfer? Why won't this open!?" France questioned while giving the door another forceful shove.
"You obviously too weak to even open bloody door you frog, let me try," England scoffed.
Giving America to Canada England went up to the entrance way and also tried opening it, but with no such luck.
"What the hell? This door feels like it's bolted to the bloody wall!" England exclaimed.
"You two are obviously too old to open a simple door, let the hero show you how it's done!" America declared.
No matter how much of an obnoxious twit America was England knew that if America couldn't open no one could.
Canada just rolled his eyes and lead his brother to where the entrance was. Grinning a bit America push at the door. It gave a bit of a groan but it didn't open.
"What the chiz man? I used all my strength and this stupid door still won't open...it's weird though…this door feels like it's part of the wall," America said.
"Heh not even the might America could open it…but you have a point, this door feels like it's just decoration, I doubt will get anywhere near opening it," England observed.
"Huh and we were so close to…I guess we have to go back to exploring this place," Canada stated.
Nodding in agreement England lead the group farther in the school with America leaning on his shoulder again, there were a few classrooms but most of the had a unnerving feeling to them. Finally they got to a room that said 'Infirmary.' The room seemed to have a well neutral feeling to it.
"What about this place?" England suggested.
"Hm…ya this seems like a good place to rest," France replied.
America and Canada just nodded in agreement.
"Right oh…well here we go," England said.
Opening the door he glanced around. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, there were a few cabinets that seemed to contain medicine and other supplies a desk, an old fashioned heater, and two beds.
"Well this place doesn't seem half bad," America announced.
Walking further in the infirmary with the other nations following England sat America on one of the beds and started to look around. It seemed like a normal infirmary, though it was rather extensive. Spotting a diagram of the human body he snorted in disgust. The diagram's organs were painted over with a red looking substance; he didn't really want to find out what the red 'paint' was.
"Ah…well at least this place doesn't have dead bodies or creepy spirits…non?" France said while sitting himself down on one of the beds.
"Ya…here let me find something to make a makeshift splint for your ankle America," Canada continued while going up to one of the cabinets.
"Thanks Canada," America replied.
Looking around Canada found a roll of bandages and a piece of wood, probably from the floor boards.
"Here I found a roll of bandages and a plank we could use," Canada announced while already wrapping America's ankle up making a splint.
When Canada was done America sighed in relief, his ankle felt better.
"Hey thanks Canada it feels a lot better," America thanked him.
Blushing a bit Canada shrugged, "It's no big deal." He replied though he was secretly delighted at the rare praise.
After that they was a few minutes of silence, but it was that rare silence where everyone was collecting themselves and trying to figure out the events that just happened. However they silence was broken when they heard a cream.
"Ve Germany, where are you! Germany!" a familiar voice called out.
"That sounds like Italy! We better go get him…" England declared.
"I Mon dieu! My Italy! We better go get him, Amérique you better stay here; you need to rest your ankle," France told America.
"Aw…fine," America replied.
"Okay we'll be back," England than informed him.
And with that Canada, England, and France left. When they left America looked around the room, it was neutral, but it still was pretty creepy, though that neutrality was short lived when the door to the infirmary slammed shut.
"What…what the hell?" America exclaimed.
Getting up from the bed he went over to the door and inspected it. It seemed it was laced shut with countless strands of hair.
"What the fuck? What's with this hair…this is fucking sick!" America yelled.
He then tried to open the door, but the hair acted like chains, tightly keeping the door from opening. 'Okay don't panic America…maybe we should look around a bit…' America thought. Stepping away from the door he went near the bed again. When he got there he suddenly felt a dark aura, like a heave presence was next to him. Immediately following that the lamp at the desk started glowing and flickering. 'Wait the hell!? Fuck what's going on!?' Turning around America then screamed. Right in front of him was a shadowy figure; it seemed to release a dark aura.
"Sachi, have you come to find me?" a voice than said.
The shadowy figure than grabbed America and then started wrapping him in a shadowy mist. America than started screaming in pain, his body seemed to convulse in agony, whatever that spirit was it was defiantly evil, and it felt like it was strangling him to death, every nerve in his body screamed in pain. Struggling he managed to get out of the spirit's grasp and made a break for the door. But of course the door was covered in hair was didn't want to budge.
"Damn it! C'mon open….fucking open!" America screamed.
Using every ounce of super human strength he had America ripped the hair from the door and flew out of the infirmary while slamming the door behind him.
Shivering from head to toe America than went over to a corner of a wall and on his hands and knees he started puking. In between breaths America could only think one thought.
'What the hell was that thing!?'