A/N: For the record I love that this story has a follower! Plus I wanted to note that in another story I wrote I made Rome a boy, but in this story Rome is a girl. Just so that nobody is confused. Awesome~! Read on~!

Chapter 3: So it Begins

Paris' POV

"Damn it, DC. How much further are we going to walk before you admit you were wrong?" London asks DC irritability.

"I'm not wrong, damn it!" he replies "I heard it from a very reputable source!"

"You mean the 'secret' one?" I inquire.

"Yes, the secret one!" he snaps, earning him a glare from London. "Uh, anyway, it should be just a little further up ahead." We push on through the dense trees for what feels like another five minutes before they begin to clear out and we are met with the sight of a large mansion that looks to be about four stories high and several centuries old.

"No way…" Ottawa whispers in awe.

"I don't bloody believe it!" exclaims London with wide eyes.

"Ha! What did I tell you?!" DC yells triumphantly. I open my mouth to speak but am interrupted by,

"Do you hear that?" Where did that come from?! I don't see anyone but I definitely recognize that voice. Beijing? Why is he here?

"Da, it sounds like voices coming from the front." Is that…Moscow?

"Ve~ I think-a the others are-a here." Now that's definitely Rome. Wait…what does she mean 'others'? And what are they doing here? Wait, where are they?!

"Dudes, we're here! We're at the front entrance!" DC shouts and immediately the bodies of Beijing, Moscow and Rome come into view from the side of the house followed by Tokyo, Berlin and Königsberg. What the hell are they doing here?!

"DC, where have-a you been?" Rome asks DC. "We've-a been waiting forever."

"Ja, vhy zhe hell did you have Rome bring us here und zhen keep us vaiting?" Berlin asks, crossing her arms.

"Dude, I'm sorry but we had to wait around for this one to show up!" he says and points at me with his thumb, causing me to glare at him angrily.

"Hold it," London interrupts "You said he invited you all?"

"Ja, he-"

"He told Rome to bring as many people as possible to see zhis awesome mansion!" Königsberg interrupts Berlin in her loud, obnoxious voice.

"What the hell, Jacob?" London turns to DC with a questioning look

"I thought we agreed to keep this a secret…" Ottawa says quietly.

"We did," he answers mischievously, "Which is why I 'secretly' decided to invite more people!" Unbelievable! London simply facepalms, obviously at a loss for words.

"So shall we go in, da?" Moscow interjects with his signature creepy smile on his face. Everyone then turns to face the front entrance of the mansion.

"I don't know, you guys. It looks kinda lame." Königsberg contradicts, doubtfully. "It's definitely not as awesome as me!" Berlin simply rolls her eyes at her conceited cousin.

"I hate to admit it, but I have to agree with Köni-chan." Tokyo says in a calm tone. "Perhaps we should not go in."

"Aw, come on. We're-a already here. We-a might as well-a go in." whines Rome.

"Well, I'm going in!" DC cheers. "You guys do what you want! I'm so going to see a ghost!"" He rushes to the front door and pulls at the knob but it doesn't budge. "Ugh, it's locked!" he grunts, still futilely attempting to pry the door open.

"I will handle this…" Moscow says and walks up to the door, pickaxe in hand.

"Just what do you plan to do with that?" Beijing questions him, though he goes ignored by Moscow who wedges the end of his pickaxe between the door and pulls, breaking it open. Jeez, how strong is he?!

"Dude, rock on!" DC yells and charges into the house without hesitation.

"Well, I'm not going to prove there's no ghost standing out here." London sighs as he walks through the door, followed by Ottawa and myself.

"Are you guys coming in or what?" I ask turning my head to the remaining members of our now-large group.

"Zhe awesome me can enter vhenever I feel like it!" Königsberg yells pridefully, but enters anyway along with the rest of the group.

I take in my surroundings and realize that something about this house seems…odd. I can't explain it. I mean, it's nice. And oddly clean for the fact that it's abandoned. But it just has a certain vibe to it. A bad one. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

"It's…interesting." says Berlin, certainly searching for the right words to describe it. So I'm not the only one who finds this place strange.

Our speculation is interrupted by the loud, droning creak of the door shutting and the sound of a clicking lock. Wait, didn't Moscow just break that lock?! I have a bad feeling about this…