"They're not here? Where are they?" Feliciano sounded panicked. The group of four had traveled down the other hallway, checking every room. Their search had come up empty.
"They've got to be here somewhere, maybe they went to check the other buildings out?" Alfred suggested, shivers traveling down his spine at the bad feeling he got.
"Oui. You know what Ivan's like, he wanted to see the bell tower earlier, he probably forced them to go there." Francis added, trying to see a positive side to their predicament.
"Oh God, don't tell me you went inside the tower?!" The Italian turned to face the others, his expression horrified. Kiki was quick to calm him.
"No not yet. We decided to pass going to the tower first and head there last."
Feliciano calmed slightly, his heart continuing to beat erratically at the thought of his friends alone with him though.
"What else is on this dastardly island?" Francis asked the question, leading the group back down the dangerous, broken stairs and into the entrance.
Feliciano closed his eyes tightly before letting out a deep sigh. "A church, the burning and burial sites, the bell tower and houses that used to belong to those who were foolish enough to live here."
It was eerily silent as Kiku, Francis and Alfred all went over what the auburn haired Italian had said.
"Why don't we try the church?!" Alfred exclaimed, his voice echoing throughout the shoddy building.
Feliciano mulled it over before giving a nod of his head and started towards the open door.
The rain had not ceased, if anything it had gotten even worse. Thunder rumbling and lighting splitting the sky at random times. The wind was vicious, the entrance door was smacking to and fro in the harsh winds, the old rotted wood struggling to keep its shape.
As the quartet stepped out into the ominous storm, a feeling of dread washed over Feliciano. He hurried his pace, wanting to reach the church as fast as possible.
Arthur couldn't remember how they had ended up in this situation. Their group had been investigating the left hallway when they had been jumped. They had entered a dreary room when the door slammed shut behind them, locking itself tight.
He could remember the room going completely dark before he knew know more. Now he, Matthew, Ivan and Ludwig were tied up in a dank room with brick walls and a rotted wooden floor. The room contained a desk that held a broken lamp and scattered, yellowed papers.
All four nations had their hands tied behind them and their legs tied at the ankles.
"Who did this? I'd like to know so I can bash their head in." Ivan threatened, his voice low.
"Bash my head in? Like you would be able to."
The nations jumped violently. There in front of them stood a figure dressed in black. He looked barely Arthur's height. His face and whole body was covered. What he wore though was something that made even Ivan and Ludwig freeze when they recognised the outfit.
The male was dressed in a plague doctors outfit. The long black cloak, the beak mask and a matching black hat on his head.
"Who are you?!" Ludwig struggled against his bonds, his tone angry and confused.
"Who am I? Well since you asked I can't disappoint." The male's Italian accented voice was smug before he grabbed his coat and mask.
He ripped both garments off with one movement, revealing his true identity.
A young looking male, eighteen if that, stood before them. He had olive skin and light auburn hair that nearly looked blonde. His eyes were a mixture of grey and gold.
He looked insane and he also looked extremely like Feliciano. The resemblance was uncanny. He even had the same curl of hair springing up on his left side.
Ivan, Arthur, Matthew and Ludwig could only gape in horror at the male dressed in a faded white lab coat covered in old red stains and a ripped black suit underneath it.
"W-who are you?" The question was asked again but this time it was whispered by Matthew.
"You can call me Pavi. Pavi Vargas. The personification of this island!"
The church was small. It had a dozen pews in front of an altar and a statue of Jesus that was cracked and chipped in many places. The marble statue had also lost it's radiance over the number of years it had been inside the shoddy building.
"Well they're not here." Alfred huffed and sat down on a relatively clean pew. The wooden benches were covered in layers of ancient dust but apart from that, they were in good condition.
"I really don't think they would have gone to the burial sites." Francis admitted and glanced at Feliciano. The Italian was unsettled and uneasy. His brother could easily appear and finish them off, not that he'd let that happen though.
"I guess we have to go to the tower after all." Feliciano let out a deep sigh, his brows creasing slightly. He had been staring out a broken window. What had once been brightly coloured and patterned glass, had been transformed into discoloured, broken shards.
It was silent as the auburn haired male led the way out of the church and back into the pouring rain and furious storm.
Neither Alfred nor Francis or Kiku could muster the strength to say a word as they neared the brick tower.
Feliciano was hesitant on entering the building. He stood silently, staring up at the old tower. The rain battering him and them all.
"Let's go. The rain is soaking us." Francis made the call and the group of four bedraggled nation's entered through the battered door.
They entered into a small room, another entrance hall of sorts. The wooden floor squeaking with every step. The room was small. The only light from a broken window. The brick walls were nearly ready to crumble in on themselves. In the room there was skeleton of a chair and a staircase leading upwards.
Feliciano gulped and put a foot on the first step; a loud, ominous squeak of the wood responding. If he hadn't had a bad feeling before, he definitely did now.
"They're here alright. So is he." The Italian explained and neither Francis, Kiku or Alfred questioned his words or his tone.
"Let's go then. Onwards and upwards!" Alfred stated, a strong look on his face, his light blue eyes showing determination to rescue their friends.
"Sì."
Ludwig, Ivan, Arthur and Matthew were in a shocked stupor. This barely eighteen year old was the personification of one of the worlds most haunted islands. It was extremely hard to believe as islands with no population could not have a personification. But the male was standing in front of them, grinning like a maniac.
"Hmm? I guess once I finally revealed myself it would be quite a shock, but your faces are incredibly enjoyable!" Pavi laughed, although it sounded more like a maniac cackle.
"He's completely insane!" Ludwig was the first to break out of it, keeping his tone a loud whisper. It seemed that he was able to break the others out of it too.
"That sound about right!" Arthur cursed and struggled against his bonds, although it was no use.
"So you're the personification of this island? Big deal. What makes you so special?" Ivan asked the question, his tone dark and mocking.
Pavi's golden grey eyes widened at the Russian. His smirk turning into a frown.
"Oh you're asking for it now~ I'm gonna-" The Italian teen was cut short, his threat dying on his lips.
The group of nation's watched both suspicious and curious. Pavi cocked his head to the side. An odd look on his face before his smirk returned full force, looking much more like a sinister grin.
"Haha! Looks like everyone has finally arrived! Oh I'm going to enjoy this!" He started laughing once again, louder this time.
"Wait everyone?" Matthew muttered in confusion.
"The others must have came across this place." Ludwig replied.
"Now~ let's get started!"
So I'm so so sorry I haven't updated in awhile, but I finally got this chapter done.
So our antagonist is revealed! Did you guess right? Were you expecting it? The story behind him will all be explained next chapter.
-Ella.