(A.N. Here's a creepypasta that I edited to fit Hetalia a bit better... I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it!)
Standard Disclaimers-oh, you get the idea
This is the tale about a man who lived in a small cabin in the cold, snow-covered north. One day, he went out hunting with his dogs for a meal. After many hours out hunting, the wind began blowing harder and harder as time wore on. The man knew that it would get dark soon, so he headed home with just one skinny rabbit to feed him and his dogs. The man cooked up the rabbit and ate it for dinner. After he was done, he sat back in his rocker and watched the moon rise in the sky as the wind whistled round his cabin before going to bed. Just as he was beginning to doze off, however, he heard a soft knock at the door. "W-who's there?" he called, not actually expecting to hear an answer from his bedroom. But then a soft, high voice answered. "IT's me. It's me. I'm here for you..."
Tired, yet disturbed by this, certain that he had heard wrong, the man got out of bed and opened his door just a crack. "Who's there?" he asked again in his calm, quiet voice. But there was no one to answer. Instead, he spotted a single, yellow sunflower on his doorstep. This confused the man, as he wasn't currently courting and to be completely honest, this man wasn't very good at getting people to like him. They were more inclined to be scared of him. The sunflower, then was very unexpected. However, as he wasn't sure what it was doing there, the man simply left it on the doorstep. Maybe someone had left it on accident. So, he went back to bed. He wasn't asleep for long however, when he heard a sound that was not quite a knock, but almost a scratch. The man called out "Who-who's there?" A soft, high voice answered "I got inside. I got inside. I'm here for you..." The scratching continued. The man was frightened, so he got up and went to the main room. Inside, one of the lights was on and there was a stuffed bear on the table. The man didn't own a stuffed bear... This greatly frightened the man, so he threw the bear out of the window. He was paranoid, but there didn't appear to be anyone in his cabin besides himself and his dogs, so he went back to bed.
In the middle of the night, he woke again to the sound of something trying to get into his cabin. It was the same scratching sound from earlier in the night, but it was coming from inside his room. The man was very alarmed. "Who's there?" he called. "I'm in our room. I'm in our room. I'm here for you..." The man turned on the lights again. This time, the closet door was slightly ajar. Now, the man was terrified. He opened the door completely to see a new tuxedo hung and ready in his closet. The man fell back, pushing away the tuxedo that had fallen onto him as he fell to the ground. He looked around wildly, but found nobody in his room in the cabin. After it was clear that nothing else could be done, he went back to bed but he couldn't sleep.
Could you sleep with that happening in your house?
His eyes started to close just as the sun was starting to rise, just finally getting to sleep after a paranoid night. But then the man was awakened one more time by that same scratching sound, this time so close it must have been at his bedpost.
His eyes flew open and he sat up. A small box fell from its perch on his chest. "Who's there?!" the man yelled as he stared in horror at the shining ring inside. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the man felt a pair of arms wrap around him. The creature leapt out from under the bed. His scream of terror was drowned out by the woman's cry:
"MARRY ME! MARRY ME! MARRY ME! MARRY ME!"
(A.N. OK, 1001 guesses to who took advantage of that last line to hug the life out of Russia :D)
