Author's Note: SORRY. I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILLLLE~ *shot* *cough* Anyhoo, enjoy the story~

Thinking

"Hola, Arthur!" said Antonio, Gilbert walking behind him. "Where's Alfred and Peter?" Arthur sighed.

"At the dorms," he replied. Where Francis tried to surprise rape me…

What had happened was that the moment Arthur entered his room, he was tacklegroped by Francis. He screamed, and Francis covered his mouth, beginning to touch… inappropriate things. He didn't stop until a teacher, who was told by a scared student from the dorm below, walked into the room. Arthur dreaded having to go back to the dorm…

"You and Francis sure made a lot of racket back there," he said mockingly. Arthur gave him a withering glare.

"Don't mention that git," he said, irritated. Anton laughed.

"So you don't like Francis?" he asked. Arthur shook his head, using every ounce of self control to stop himself from ranting on how much Francis sucked.

"Francis is a loser," said Gilbert, "but he can be okay. He's not awesome though." Anton just fiddled with the camera that was hanging from his neck. "Anyway, why do you wanna see this place, Arthur?"

"Well…" Arthur began cursing himself, because he forgot to come up with an alibi. "My father was a detective in England, so I thought it would be cool if I could solve a case like this…" It's kinda true anyway… Antonio's eyes lit up.

"So you're here because of your dad? Same! My dad is a photographer!" he said excitedly.

"Ugh, don't start, Anton. It's always my dad this and my dad that with you!" said Gilbert exasperatedly. "Well, I'm going to get the door ready." He disappeared into the bushes. Antonio sighed, and Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"What was that about?" asked Arthur.

"Gilbert has some issues with his parents," he said sadly. Arthur nodded, then suddenly felt arms wrap around his chest.

"What the blo- ALFRED?!"

"THE HERO IS HERE!!!" said Alfred excitedly. Peter sniggered, and Antonio laughed.

"LET GO OF ME YOU BLOODY GIT!"

"Oi! Stop with the un-awesome noise!" said Gilbert, walking out of the bushes. "Doorway's ready."

"Already?" asked Peter. Gilbert smirked.

"What else do you expect from an awesome Prussian?" he said.

"Humble as always," mumbled Peter. Everyone ignored him.

"Hey! Lovi deleted all the pictures that I took of him sleeping!" said Antonio despairingly.

"Anton, you're such a pedo stalker!" said Alfred, laughing annoyingly.

"Well, anyway, follow the awesome me!" said Gilbert, beckoning them toward the bushes.

The bathroom itself looked like any normal school bathroom. Besides the yellow "Do not cross" tape(which Gilbert and Antonio calmly ripped away) and the outlining tape that showed how the girl had died. Arthur bitterly remembered that he didn't even know the girl's name…

Antonio went around, the annoying sound of his camera clicking every few seconds. Peter leant over one of the sinks. To any normal person who was looking at him from behind, it looked as though he was staring into the sink for no particular reason. But if you looked at his eyes, you'd see they were shining a brilliant glowing blue. Gilbert leant against the wall next to the secret doorway, having an I-Hate-Ivan rant with Alfred.

Arthur walked over to the outline, and kneeled in front of it. He scowled. If the girl's body were here, it would have been easier to call her. But he had to work with what he had. His green eyes began to glow slightly. It should be enough to call the ghost, so he waited.

Nothing happened.

He tried again. Still nothing happened.

He stood up. What the bloody hell is going on…? Suddenly he heard a strangled gasp behind him. He turned around, and his eyes widened.

"What the fu…?" began Gilbert. Anton ceased smiling, and shakily took a picture. Alfred and Peter looked in surprise at the wall. The walls were stained with blood, forming words…

"BLOOD WILL SPILL IN HETALIA HIGH, AS ALL THE STUDENTS PAINFULLY DIE…"

Next to the word, a stiff figure was hanging in mid-air. A faded figure, a ghost. Arthur's face paled, as he stared at the ghost.

It was the girl. And her face was suspended in a scream, face contorted with pure terror.

Author's Note: Jeez, so short… I seriously need sleep… R&R plz!