Hey bros. Hows life? Mine is awesome. Well, anyway, I'm updating now. With the help of little shimeji Ienzo here, I've come up with this story's ending. There will be a lot of character death. WARNING: THIS STORY WILL NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING. This is not the ending; But it will not have a 'happy ever after'. Well, R&R.
The sun shone over the trees, giving the forest a glowing effect. America, Canada, Russia, China, Japan, England, Germany, and Romano were approaching the house that the Italy brothers were currently staying at. The house was eight stories tall, and looked old. It was autumn, so the trees were bare of their leaves. "Dude, how much land do you guys own? We've been walking for hours!" America said in that loud, obnoxious tone. "We only have 125 acres." Romano said in that heavily Italian accent. As they approached the house, all were silent, even America. The house was a dark gray color, a couple of the windows on the upper stories were broken, the large porch creaked under the weight of all eight countries.
In the basement, Italy was sitting curled into a ball in the corner of the dark, wet, room. His eyes were open, his pupils small, looking everywhere, paranoid. He heard the front door open, but he couldn't scream. He had screamed for help so much, his voice just refused to come out anymore. He didn't even glance over his shoulder to look at the rust metal door.
The search party looked around the foyer. The stood on a red Persian rug, the walls, floors, and stairs were made of wood. The foyer led directly to the wide set of stairs, covered in a red carpet. Germany looked around at all the shut doors. 'Why are they all shut?' he wondered curiously, he went to open one, but Romano smacked his hand away from the doorknob. "We don't appreciate curious people here." He said with a cold smirk. Canada visibly shivered "W-Why is it s-so c-cold in here eh?" he asked, trembling. Romano turned to the younger twin. "We Italy's can't stand to be hot." He said before turning around so nobody can see his expression. "Well dudes, we should split up because this house is absolutely huge!" America stated. He peered around the group. "England, Japan, Canada, come with me." He stated firmly "Germany, Romano, and China, go with Russia." Russia nodded, before asking "Become one with Russia da?" Everyone ignored him, and the two groups separated; America's group going upstairs, Russia's staying on the first floor. Germany and Romano had agreed to go together, which surprised both Russia and China. The to former Ally members took the West side of the first floor, and the former Axis members took the East.
Germany and Romano had checked every room. Germany was looking in the study, and Romano was checking the kitchen. He was currently staring at a bookcase. He saw a book the caught his interest; it was a darker color than the rest of the books. He went to pull it out, but the bookcase opened as soon as he pulled it out. His eyes widened, and he looked down at the cement and stone stairs, with torches leading down the dark corridor.
He pulled a torch out and cautiously walked down the stairs. When he reached the end, he looked around; there were cell doors everywhere. He saw one at the end of the hall. He looked in the slot with bars on it, and the sight inside shocked him. His beloved Italy, was sitting in a small pool of blood in the corner. He opened the door, and ran toward his best friend. "I-Italy?" he turned the young country around and gasped at the sight. Italy's eyes were dull and there was a creepy, haunting smile on his face. "Ve~ Doitsu, I've been waiting for you. But you never cameā¦" He said his eyes vacant, and wandering toward the door. "You weren't supposed to see that." Said a dark voice. Germany's head whipped around to see Romano standing in the doorway with a cleaver.
Not what you were expecting right? Review...please? Oh, and request, I can't think of stories all on my own. (I'm not that great of an author.)
