Feliciano had managed to bargain with one of his people, having been able to use the boat his citizen owned.
He was travelling at rapid speed through the turbulent sea, Poveglia slowly but surely approaching.
The Italian could only worry about his friends. His mind being plagued by murky memories of him.
Feliciano was only snapped out of it when a loud rumbling erupted from the grey sky.
"Thunder? Just my luck." The Italian murmured, eyeing anything but the fast approaching island.
When the boat arrived at the dock of the abandoned island, Feliciano was instantly hit with a sense of dread. He climbed from and secured the small fishing boat.
Feliciano turned to face Poveglia. He gripped the knife he had hidden in his uniform tightly; so tight his knuckles turned white.
"I can't believe that I'm back here. I promised that I'd never come back." The Italian's tone was desperate and his face looked just as much.
Feliciano started towards the asylum, filled with emotions he hadn't experienced in a long time; dread, grief, anger, fear.
Sure he felt fear quite a lot, but not real fear; this was true fear.
"Looks like we'll meet once more... Pavi."
After exiting the hallway from where they had found a child's room and experienced their first haunting, the group of nations were feeling jumpy and on edge.
Suddenly the roar of thunder shook the asylum, scaring the living daylights out of the personifications.
"Thunder?! What a moment to be in a haunted asylum!" Alfred let out a shaky laugh, his heart racing.
"We might as well be trapped in here next!" The American continued.
"Don't be absurd. Let's just hurry up so we can get out of here." Arthur stated, his tone as cold as ever as he led the group through the other entrance on the ground floor.
The room turned out to be a serving room or cafeteria. Rusted tables and chairs were strewn in small bunches around the room. How they were still standing was anyone's guess.
The walls were graffitied and destroyed. This room having had wallpaper decorating the walls, most of it had peeled off.
The chandelier above their heads was swaying slightly to an absent breeze, they chose to ignore it though.
"There's a kitchen in there." Francis pointed to the room adjoining the cafeteria, the group entering without question.
The kitchen was in the worst state they had seen in the asylum so far.
Old appliances were left in standing in the strangest places; the old oven beside a walk in freezer, a broken teapot sat onto of the oven, a strange faded red substance leaking from it, a fridge stood in the very centre of it all, as if it had been purposely placed there.
Glasses, bowls and plates made from fine china had obviously been thrown, millions of shards littering the tiled floor. Pots and pans having been discarded randomly.
The walls were stained with reddish substances. The closest stain to the group looked as if someone had been shot and their blood was used to decorate the wall.
This room gave them the worst feeling yet.
"I don't have a good feeling..." Ivan muttered, a look of weariness on his face.
"By the looks on our faces, I don't think any of us do." Francis replied, carefully picking his way past shards to the fridge.
"What are you doing?!" Alfred exclaimed, the group approaching the strange fridge.
"I'm just going to open it." The Frenchman answered and pulled the door open before anyone could argue against him.
He only managed to get the fridge door open centimetres before giving up. It seemed as if something was preventing it from opening.
"It won't budge anymore." He explained and stepped back. Ludwig looked as if he were about to try but was stopped. A bloody reddish black substance started flowing from the crack in the fridge.
The personifications jumped backwards out of shock, Alfred letting out a few choice curses.
As the substance continued to flow, pooling around the bottom of the fridge, Ivan did everyone a favour by slamming the old door.
Most let out a sigh in relief when the door was closed and the liquid stopped. What they weren't prepared for was the door reopening.
Gaining the attention of the whole room, the old metal door slowly but surely opened once more. It swung wide open lazily, revealing a sight that nearly made them sick. On one of the metal shelves severed limbs sat, having slowly decomposed overtime.
The sight was sickening. Most gagged and turned away immediately, Francis's stomach actually emptying itself.
"Can we please get out of here?" Kiku muttered, his face having gained a greenish tint.
"I just want to check something." Ivan explained and moved carefully passed the shards and bloody puddle to get to the freezer door.
He pulled it open fairly easily and entered muttering about finding a light switch. Suddenly the freezer door was slammed shut and the group rushed over.
"Ivan are you ok?! Can you here us?!" Arthur exclaimed as Ludwig pulled the handle furiously. The door not budging once.
"Help!" The call was muffled but the nation's could hear the distress in the Russian's tone.
Matthew, Alfred, Ludwig and Arthur all pulled the handle, slowly the door beginning to open.
As soon as the gap was large enough, Ivan pushed through and booked it from the kitchen, the other's not even having to think twice about doing so either.
They stood in the centre of the cafeteria, Ivan looking truely terrified.
"I do not like this anymore." The tall Russian muttered, holding his sides.
"I don't think any of us are really pleased to be here." Arthur replied
"Then why don't we just leave and get the fuck out of here?" Alfred quipped.
"Guys." Kiku muttered, his attention drawn entirely to the ceiling, more importantly the chandelier.
"Why didn't we listen to Feli?" Francis sighed, feeling completely unnerved.
"Guys." The Japanese male tried once again only louder. He was only ignored though.
"We should have never come here." Matthew muttered, feeling utterly distressed.
"Guys!" Kiku got their attention that time. The personifications looked up and their eyes widened considerably.
"What the fuck?!"
The chandelier was swinging wildly from side to side. It was like it had been possessed.
The chandelier only grew wilder though and it's movements only became more frenzied.
"I think it's going to fall. Get out of the way!" Ludwig exclaimed and the nation's got the hell away from underneath it.
It seemed Ludwig's call had been spot on because only seconds later the beautiful glass chandelier was plummeting towards the ground.
The sound of glass smashing filled the room as everyone ducked to avoid the shrapnel.
Once the shower of glass ceased, the personifications stood.
Francis looking as if he were going to say something but was interrupted by laughter. Child's laughter.
The laughter sounded insane and was quickly increasing in octaves.
The nation's covered their ears in hope that it would protect them from the sound.
"We need to get out of this room!" Arthur exclaimed loudly to be heard. He quickly rushed back through the doorway into the entrance way, the other's hot on his trail.
As soon as they all stood in the entrance the laughter ended abruptly, sending shivers down their spines.
They were now officially all terrified.
He couldn't help but laugh, laughing until his sides hurt.
It really was priceless watching the seven nations parade around his asylum.
Their reactions to the child's room, kitchen and cafeteria brought him joy and a sense of enjoyment. It had been a very long time since people had strayed into his territory. Most knowing the horrible and terrifying things that occur, decide to stay away, but these guys were different.
"Idioti. The whole bunch of them." He couldn't contain himself once again, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.
He just needed to corner the seven fools upstairs before finishing them off. They weren't his main targets, no, but they were nations and they had entered his space.
Suddenly his greyish gold eyes widened considerably. That bastard had decided to come back had he? A dark smirk found itself on his pale face.
"Oh I'm going to enjoy this... Feliciano."
And that's another chapter finished. I tried to amp up the horror and that is how this chapter turned out the way it did.
We also get a look at the main antagonist for the story. He will probably be revealed in the next couple of chapters, I wonder if any of you will figure it out before then though.
-Ella