Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or HetaOni.

A/N: So….. Bored….. God, I hate when this happens! You know what? Let's get this next chapter started! I got nothing else to do anyways…. Thank you Aprincessb1215 for reviewing! Nice long chapter for all my readers!

Narration

"Talking"

"Thinking"

Letters and Flashbacks

Japan sighed, closing the fridge door.

"How am I supposed to find food in a place like this? What does Germany-san expect, liver wurst?" He gave a huff, making his way out of the kitchen.

"Now that I think about it, Germany-san was acting a bit strange…." The Japanese man jumped at the sound of a loud drill was heard from the floor above. He looked up in confusion, sweat dropping.

"What in the world is he doing up there?" Japan shook his head, making his way down the hall.

"Maybe if I look around a bit more… Huh?" The nation blinked in surprise. The door at the end of the hall, though locked before, was now opened. He felt a shiver run down his spine, as a feeling of suspicion flashed through him.

"That door….. Something is very wrong," he felt himself saying, his eyes narrowing. Japan's heart was leaping from his chest as he took wary steps towards the door.

He tried to convince himself that maybe it was either of his other friends or perhaps China and the others had arrived. Though, he knew that it most likely wasn't true. Not for lack of trying though.

"I-Italy-kun? P-Prussia-san?" No answer came from the darkness within, and Japan took another wary step towards the door.

"I-I should go back," he thought, though he took another step.

"B-But I should check, shouldn't I? T-They might be hiding… Or it could be one of the others or…" Japan had finally reached the door. He took a shaky breath, his hand reaching for the handle. Only, it wasn't the handle that he had found. A grey claw had wrapped its fingers around his wrist and gave a sharp tug, pulling him into the darkness.

Japan stumbled backwards, the claw letting go of his arm. He pressed himself against the door behind him ("The closed and locked door," he thought as he tried to turn the knob).

The room was freezing, the only sound being the Japanese man's breathing.

"I-I need to find a light switch," he thought, his hands groping the wall for any sign of the much needed object. Finding it, Japan flicked it upwards, his hands shaking from the cold temperature. Once the light flickered on, he froze.

His eyes were glued to the giant grey thing that was standing tall above him as it looked down at him, a hideous grin on its face.

"Oh…. Kuso." The beast threw out a clawed hand, hitting the wooden door behind him. Splinters rained down over his head as Japan crawled through the opening in between the creature's legs. But it seemed to have learned from their last encounter, for the thing's leg kicked out behind it.

Japan felt himself fly, his backpack falling to the ground as he smashed into the mirror, causing him to cry out. Fresh blood dripped from his back from where the glass shards were as well as from his bandaged arm. He heard a sinister chuckle as he lifted his head.

"YoU…. WilL… nOt… EsCaPe…." It growled ("It can talk?!" Japan thought). It then rushed him once more, claws outstretched and ready to pierce into his flesh. The nation gave a startled gasp, ducking once more and pulling out his sword with a wince.

He blindingly stabbed into the air in front of him, his sword slashing the grey skin again and again and again, yet it didn't seem to affect the creature much. Sure it jumped back with an angry scowl and black blood littering the floor, mixing with his own red blood, yet it didn't seem to stop.

"This space is rather small," Japan couldn't help but think as he dodged another blow from the thing. "I don't think I'll be able to keep this up for long." His back ached, red droplets of blood gushing out and falling into a deep puddle on the floor. He grimaced as he dodged another of the thing's claws.

Japan pulled out one of the talismans from his pocket, blocking with his sword before he stuck it to the creature. It cried out as the shock ran through it, Japan jumping out of the way and onto one of the chairs in the corner. Once it stopped, it seemed to be angrier. Japan gulped, stepping down from the chair and moving into a blocking stance.

His hands were shaking, the tip of his sword tilting ever so slightly from side to side. The creature snarled, its pitch black eyes staring straight at him.

Japan wasn't thinking clearly, he knew that for certain. He also knew that the Thing (Thing seemed to be its official name now) had a rather large advantage, what with managing to injure him as well as catching him by surprise. Japan didn't like it one bit, but he was too frightened to notice.

Then, he remembered.

"The letter that that person, myself, wrote…. Could that skill defeat the Thing?" Japan's eyes narrowed, his terrified expression turning into one of sheer determination.

"Only one way to find out!" Japan side-stepped the monster's next attack, his will to survive kicking in as everything began to move in slow motion. As he backed towards the door, Japan began to chant, his voice soft before becoming louder and louder.

The Thing roared, rushing at him just as he finished. Japan leaped over its head, flipping in midair and landed on his feet. His wounds pained him, yet he did not falter as he began to continuously slash at the monster's back.

"Time for you to go back where you came from!" The Thing gave a loud cry, its piercing scream echoing throughout the entire mansion. Japan leapt back before diving in once more with a final strike. The creature cried out once more, snarling mixed with contempt as it twisted to swing at him, knocking Japan backwards into the wall.

The nation groaned, slowly struggling to get up when the lights flickered off. Japan froze.

"Is it going to…?" His unasked question was answered when they came back on. And the Thing was gone.

Japan gave a weary chuckle, leaning his head against the wall behind him.

"I….. I defeated it….. I defeated it….. Thank god…" A part of him knew that this was only one of many victories that will come in time, yet he didn't care. He gave a sigh. Blood continued to flow from his back, staining the wall and floor around him. It seemed to have gotten worse since he hadn't done anything to stop it.

Stumbling, Japan got to his feet, grabbing a towel from the cupboard that had been knocked over in the fight. He folded it before setting it against the wall and, after taking his jacket off, leaning against it. His breathing was heavy and his vision was growing dim from the blood loss as he passed out.

Japan blinked wearily, eyes opening slowly as he stared up at the ceiling. His eyes finally turned with his head to view the wound on his back, the bleeding appearing to have stopped. Breathing with a sigh of relief, Japan stood from the floor, the white towel bloody and soaked. The rest of the floor wasn't any better.

He groaned, his eyes resting on his jacket, the shoulder and back as red as the rest of the room. He limped over to where his backpack lay, surprisingly dry and not covered in blood. Picking it up, Japan slowly limped back to the wall.

Placing it onto a clean patch of floor, Japan neatly folded his still damp jacket (to which he shuddered) and put it inside. He glanced around the room, his eyes resting on the broken mirror. He walked over to it, turning around.

Japan winced as he saw his back. The entire back of his t-shirt was ripped and scars were all over from where the glass shattered, dried blood sticking to the surface of his skin and the fabric. But that wasn't what caught his attention.

No, what caught his attention was the largest scar. It reached from his right shoulder all the way to his lower back and it looked very deep.

"Almost like…." Japan shuddered, shaking his head in regret. Though the doubts still crept into his mind, latching on like a magnet to metal.

He limped away from the mirror and back to his bag. Opening the side pocket, he pulled out the bandages and re-wrapped his shoulder. He couldn't reach his back, so he decided to wait until he found the others so that they could help. After zipping it back up, Japan pulled it back on, giving out a sharp hiss as the rough texture rubbed against his sensitive skin.

Letting the bag drop, he sighed, grabbing it from one of the straps. He took another glance around the room. His eyes stopped as they saw something silver in the bathtub.

Japan made his way over to it, pulling out a key.

Bedroom key, Second Floor

He sweat dropped. Japan placed the key in his pocket, shaking his head.

"Which bedroom," he asked himself as he left the room. Japan scanned the hall before running as fast as he could to the stairs. He limped up the stairs slowly, his ears strained as they tried to listen for anything suspicious.

Finally reaching the top, he began to try the doors that were locked before.

"Last door," Japan muttered to himself, sticking the silver key into the lock.

A loud click was heard, making the nation whip his head around in paranoia before he pushed it open and walked inside. His backpack hung from his hand as it slowly swung back and forth with his movements.

Japan locked the door behind him upon noticing the quivering ball of blankets on the bed. He placed the bag on the floor beside the door, slowly making his way to the bump. Just as he was about to uncover the blankets, something slipped out from underneath. Silver caught the light as a sword came down.

"Who's there?!" Japan gasped in surprise, pulling out his own sword hastily and blocking the attack.

"Doudou, Prussia-san! Calm down, it's only me!"

The German blinked, sighing in relief as he retracted his sword.

"Ah Japan? Sorry 'bout that." Japan nodded, placing his katana back into its sheath.

"It's alright." Japan noticed Prussia's ashen face.

"Um, anata wa daijobudesu Prussia-san?"

Prussia snapped, grabbing onto Japan's shoulders, causing him to wince. The other man didn't seem to notice as he began ranting and shaking the Japanese man.

"There…. There was this THING! I saw it! It was a stark naked giant the colour of rotten scones!" Japan sweat dropped at the odd reference. Prussia noticed his expression, his grip tightening and the shaking became more violent.

"Don't tell me you don't believe me! West and Ita saw it too! Next thing I know, I wound up here! And… And those two….. I-I don't know where they went…." Japan raised his hands up and stopped the albino from shaking him.

"Prussia-san, please let go. You're hurting me." The ex-nation dropped his arms, his red eyes finally noticing Japan's appearance.

"By God," Prussia mutter, eyes wide. "What happened to you?"

"It's alright," the Japanese man replied, rubbing his shoulder and wincing. "I believe you Prussia-san. Because…. I saw it too."

The ex-nation seemed to freeze as he stared. Japan self-consciously looked away.

"If it did that to you…," Prussia whispered, before his voice became louder. "W-What the hell was that Thing? And what happened to the others?"

"Germany-san is on this floor as well," Japan replied.

"He told me he was hungry." The Japanese man gave a small smile as Prussia stifled a laugh.

"But I haven't found Italy-kun ye-."

"WHAT?!" Japan couldn't help but jump at Prussia's sudden interruption. "Ita is missing?! Did that monster-?"

"Iie Prussia," Japan said, placing his hands on the other man's shoulders. "Remember Prussia-san! Italy-kun has one special talent that he is extremely good at!"

The two's eyes met.

"He can run away," Prussia said quietly, prompting Japan to nod.

"Well then," Prussia finally said, Japan dropping his arms back at his sides as the ex-nation stretched. "I'll help look for Ita too! But first, let's get West!"

"I'm not sure if that's possible," Japan replied. "He said that he was too hungry to move. Do you happen to have anything…?"

"Well~ now that you mention it," Prussia reached into his back pocket and pulled out something. "I found these mushrooms while I was running. Will these do?"

"That… Could work," Japan replied, blinking. "How could he have found those in a place like this?"

"Since that's settled, I could use your help," Japan began, making his way to his backpack. He heard Prussia wince as he caught sight of Japan's back, but the Asian paid it no mind. Suddenly, he heard the sound of Prussia's footsteps behind him and an arm grabbed Japan's wrist and pulled him back. He looked over to the albino, in confusion.

"Prussia-san? What's wrong?" Prussia didn't answer, simply staring at the door and tightening his grip. Finally, he spoke in such a low whisper, Japan had to strain to hear him.

"Hey…. Do you hear that?" The Japanese nation blinked and closed his eyes in hopes to heighten his other senses.

The sound of footsteps from the hallway….. The temperature in the room seemed to slowly drop as the footsteps grew louder and more closer. And Japan knew.

"Kuso," he muttered. "It must have followed me."

The two remained silent as the footsteps continued to get closer. It seemed to know exactly where they were.

"Hey…" Japan looked over to the ex-nation, who was looking down to the Asian's waist.

"If that thing isn't for show," Prussia said, letting go of Japan's arm and drawing his sword, "pull it out of the scabbard. If you don't want to be eaten, that is."

Japan nodded, drawing his katana from its sheath. The two stood stiffly and silently, their eyes glued to the door in front of them. The footsteps came to a halt.

The air was freezing and the two couldn't help but shiver. Sweat dripped down Japan's forehead and Prussia's grip tightened around the handle of his sword.

The door knob rattled and the two jumped. There were a series of loud pounding sounds as the Thing attempted to get in. Japan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good thing ya locked the door," Prussia muttered. Japan gave a nod in agreement.

"I don't want to think of what would happen if I didn't."

The rattling stopped. With bated breath, the two could only hear the sounds of each other's hearts.

"Do you….. Think it's gone?" Japan nodded slowly.

"It seems like it," he replied. Prussia gave a loud sigh, swinging up his sword so that it rested on his shoulder.

"Well then," he said cheerfully, "that was a little scary, but now we should join West. Then we can find Ita and get out of here as soon as possible!"

"Not an easy task, but we'll be able to do it, I'm sure." Prussia grinned.

"Let's go then!" Without asking, Prussia picked up Japan's bag. However when he protested, Prussia scoffed and slipped it onto his back. Japan sighed, deciding that it probably was best that the other hold onto it. If they ran into the Thing again, Japan would have a much more difficult time fighting.

Japan made his way to the door, and upon unlocking it, turned the knob…

…Only to come face to face with the Thing.

"Holy shit!" Prussia slipped and fell onto his butt as Japan backed away from the door, the creature advancing into the room with its sadistic grin plastered onto its face.

"I thought it was gone!"

"Apparently not…." The room had gotten even colder, and Japan cursed how he hadn't noticed.

"The more I look at it, the more sick I feel!" Prussia slowly got back onto his feet. "I can't show my awesomeness like this! Do something Japan!"

Said nation sighed, shaking his head as he raised his katana. He began to chant, slightly surprised by how quickly he could say it now after just using it once. Finally, Japan struck, a blur as he ran at the monster and slashed at its grey flesh, black blood splattering over the floor. He then jumped back, Prussia staring with eyes wide and his jaw open.

"How'd you do that?!"

"I read a book," Japan replied, eyes trained on the monster.

"Well then, the Awesome Prussia will now out due that technique with his special finishing move!" The ex-nation rushed at the Thing, dodging a claw and then slicing his blade across its chest. It roared, stumbling back. Prussia laughed arrogantly as it glared at him.

"Prussia-san, look out!" Japan pushed the albino out of the way, blocking the creature's claw with his katana. Prussia jumped up from the floor, sneering at the creature.

Japan glared in defiance up into the Thing's large black eyes as the two stood off, neither gaining ground. But Japan could feel it. He was weakening. He was weary from his last battle with the monster and his wounds weren't helping. He gave a push with all of his strength, causing the creature to stumble back.

Japan then rushed at it, stabbing his katana through its throat. Its black blood squirted into his face and onto the floor as it hit the wall and slide down. It did not move.

The Japanese nation was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he fell to his knees in exhaustion. Prussia ran over to him.

"You okay Japan?" The ex-nation placed a hand on Japan's shoulder. He nodded. Finally looking up at Prussia, Japan felt a slight frown appear on his face as he wiped away the blood with his arm, grimacing as the stuff stuck to his arm.

"Never let your guard down." Prussia pouted under Japan's glare. He turned away to look at the Thing, freezing.

"Prussia-san?" The ex-nation raised his sword, his skin pale. Japan followed the other's gaze and stared in disbelief as the monster snarled at them, slowly standing.

"H-How…?" The monster roared, pulling Japan's katana from its throat. Black blood fell to the ground from the wound. Japan swallowed the bile that appeared in his throat.

He could see the wall through the hole that his katana had made, pieces of bloody flesh swinging from the opening with an imaginary breeze. He could barely make out the sight of the Thing's tongue.

Japan couldn't help but gag as he crawled backwards away. Prussia stood protectively in front of him, sword raised to block anything.

The Thing growled, raising Japan's katana. With lightning fast speed, the creature hurled it at the two nations. Prussia moved like water, his own sword swiftly parrying the flying blade and sending it into the opposite wall. He smirked.

"Come on now," he taunted. "Ya can do better than that, can't ya?"

The monster gave out a furious roar, rushing at the albino, claws outstretched and its mouth open showing sharp pointy teeth. Japan felt sick when he noticed that there was foam coming from its mouth mixed with more of its blood.

Prussia began his own dance with the monster, dodging and ducking its blows. Japan was in shock, his gaze never leaving the battle.

"It's like a Japanese horror game," he thought, shuddering. Japan wished he could help Prussia, he really did. But he was so tired. His wounds ached and his katana was stuck in the wall. He could tell that it would take some time to get it out.

"Unfortunately, we don't have time." Japan could feel hope slowly fade away.

"We need to finish this," he thought. "If only we knew its weakness…"

Japan continued to watch the fight. Then, it came to him. He didn't know how he knew, but it didn't really matter, now did it?

"Prussia-san! Its forehead!"

Prussia stepped back, nodding before dodging and jumping above the creature's head. It roared, clawing in the air above him.

"Take this, you shithead!" Prussia's sword pierced through its forehead. Blood squirted from the wound, Prussia getting some on his face. The albino swiftly pulled the sword out and jumped off, landing on the ground and striking an epic pose as he wiped the blood away.

The monster gave one final roar before, much to their surprise, fading away into nothing. Prussia gave an arrogant smirk before making his way to Japan, holding out his hand.

The Asian nation took it.

"Let's get to Germany-san," he said. Prussia nodded, the grin on his face, fading as he looked over to the wall.

"Sorry 'bout that Japan," he said. Japan shook his head.

"Let's just hurry."

The two began to work on getting his katana out of the wall.

"This is the fortress that Germany-san is," Japan said, gesturing to the giant iron door in front of them.

Prussia whistled.

"Seems pretty solid," he said. "Hey West!"

"Prussia? Is that you?" Germany opened the door, his head sticking out. "Are you alright?"

"Hell ya! Of course, I'm okay, I'm awesome after all!" Japan rolled his eyes.

"So, Japan told me that you were hungry." Japan cringed as Prussia pulled out the, now crushed, mushrooms.

Germany apparently thought something along similar lines as his eyebrows furrowed and he frowned.

"I… Lost my appetite." Prussia shrugged, throwing the mushrooms into his mouth.

"Your loss." After swallowing, Prussia grinned. Japan sighed, glancing to the door.

"We should get going," he said. "We still need to find Italy-kun and get Mochi-san out of the wall."

"Alright," Germany replied, stepping out of his hideout, closing the door behind him. "I'm done here anyway."

Japan nodded, about to turn to leave the room when Prussia laid a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the ex-nation, confused.

"What about your injuries?" This got Germany's attention, the strict nation raising an eyebrow.

"Injuries? As in, more than the one that you had earlier?"

"It's nothing to worry about," Japan exclaimed, raising his hands. Prussia shared his brother's expression.

"Japan," he said seriously, "It looked really bad."

Germany strode over, glaring down at him. Japan sweat dropped, cringing.

"Turn around," he said. Japan sighed, turning to show his scarred back. Prussia gave a hiss. Germany's jaw dropped open in shock.

"You idiot! Don't you know that if you leave something like this unattended that you'll get it infected?!"

Germany had his protesting Japanese friend sit down in a nearby chair. Prussia handed his brother Japan's bag. Said brother then proceeded to pull out new bandages and some disinfectant cream.

"Aww, you're so cute," Prussia cooed to the mochi, much to Germany's horror.

"Um, bruder…" The ex-nation shot up, coughing into his hand awkwardly.

"Oh, right… West, why don't you take a look?"

The nation rolled his eyes before he knelt down to take a closer look. The poor mochi trembled underneath Germany's intense gaze. Japan sweat dropped.

"Well," Prussia began, "It looks like it's stuck pretty deep. Do you think you can get it out West?"

Germany then proceeded to attempted to pull the poor creature from the wall. It gave a pain filled squeal. With a loud pant, Germany let go.

"Sorry," he said, shaking his head, "I don't think I can get it out with my bare hands. But maybe…"

"Maybe…. What," asked Prussia.

"If I had some kind of tool, I think I could do it," Germany replied, turning back to look at the mochi. The tiny creature gave a squeak of fear.

"I'll see what I can do," Japan said. The two brothers looked over to him, both wearing frowns.

"I know that you can be pretty awesome (but not as much as me) when it comes to fighting that thing," Prussia began, "but is it really a good idea to go by yourself?"

"You're still injured Japan," Germany stated, readjusting his gloves. "I don't think it's wise."

"You forget Germany, I still need to find Italy-kun. Besides," Japan turned towards the door, his newly bandaged back facing the German brothers, "if I do end up running into that Thing, I'll just run."

Germany held his gaze before giving a curt nod, turning back to the mochi. Before Prussia could protest, he heard Germany begin pulling on the mochi again. His brother's nostrils flared, his muscles tensing and his mouth were in the shape of a scowl.

"Awesome face," the albino commented, grinning. Japan snorted, shaking his head.

"I'll get going then."

Checking the hall, Japan then left the room.

Changed the rating due to the violence that was displayed in this chapter. Trust me, I'm just getting started here. And it all started cause I was bored in science class yesterday morning. *grin*

Have a great day! And for those fellow Canadians that read this story, happy Thanksgiving weekend!

Kuso – Crap

Doudou – Whoa

Anata wa daijobudesu – Are you alright

Iie - No