OMG, SOME PEOPLE WILL BE SO HAPPY WITH ME FOR THIS CHAPTER~!

Chapter Warnings: Discriptive dead bodies, swearing (I think).

((WARNING: IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH AND GOOD IMAGINATION, GET A PUKE BUCKET))

Canada, Japan, and Prussia sprinted down the hall. They left France in the room so that they can let them in once they got the hammer. The sprinted into a living room, a red Persian rug covering most of the dark wood floor.

There, they saw China hanging from the ceiling fan. "Poor China…" Canada whispered. Japan nodded, almost close to tears from seeing his older brother in such a state.

They felt bad about it, but they searched China to see if he had anything to knock down the boards on the window. He had just about nothing worth while until Canada found a key. There was a piece of paper taped to it that said 'Kitchen key'.


Denmark and Iceland wandered down a hallway until they heard a soft voice singing. It sounded like Italy, although the voice was cracked. Iceland kneeled down and peeked in through the keyhole.

It was a bathroom, with a tub full of blood, some of which was smeared on the walls. Italy was staring at the bathtub, a maniacal expression on his face.

"Hello, nice to meet you, you seem familiar. Have I met you before? Goodbye sweetie. Nice to see you haven't talked in quite a while."

Suddenly a body rose up out of the tub, revealing a blood covered his big brother Norway, his head split open about halfway, exposing his brains, which were leaking out, floating around his head in the blood.

Iceland drew back from the door and turned around. Denmark was no where to be seen. "D-Denmark?" He looked around frantically. A creaking noise came behind him, and he looked back. The door was opening, revealing Italy, a small smile on his face, his eyes hidden by his bangs.

Italy grabbed his collar and dragged him into the bathroom, closing the door. He pushed Iceland's head into the blood, holding him under. Iceland grabbed the sides of the tub, trying to pull himself out. Eventually though, all his breath left him and he fell limp.


"Where are we England?" America asked fearfully, truly terrified. They were in another hallway. England frowned, looking around for anything he could use as a weapon. He noticed a piece of paper on a nearby end table. He picked it up and quietly read it out loud.

"Find the body and win a prize~!" He read out loud, glancing at America. America nodded. "But be careful, one wrong door will lead to a gruesome death." He continued.

"Shit, how are we supposed to know which door is which?" America ran a hand through his hair. "Hey what's that at the bottom of the note?"

A word, written in blood, was on the bottom of the page. 'Rug'

Both countries nodded, placing the note back on the table. England slowly lifted the rug, revealing a trapdoor. America slowly opened it, revealing a pile of bloody flesh with shards of bones stuck to it. Another note was pinned to the flesh.

"Congratulations!" America read. "You just found Denmark, here's your prize!" He carefully took the key taped to the bottom of the page. It read 'Attic key'. England crunched up his nose in disgust.

"Poor Denmark…"


Finland and Sweden ran to the edge of the roof. Romano slowly walking toward them, cleaver in hand. Sweden picked up Finland and jumped. Sweden then proceeded to grab hold of a nearby tree branch, letting them drop softly to the ground.

They ran as quickly as possible out of there, sprinting through the forest. Both men saw a flash out of the corner of their eyes. On a nearby tree, Belarus sat watching them.

"Where's brother?" She asked the two men. They requested that she take them to safety first, and then they would tell her.

She frowned at this request, but complied. After they were in a nearby town, they drew her a map to the house, and made sure she was aware of the dangers that lie ahead. She nodded, but told them she had to go for her brother, and left the two.

The two proceeded home, where they saw Sealand watching television with Latvia. "You two took forever to get home, what happened? Why are you covered in blood?" Sealand asked his 'parents'.

They both sighed. It really wasn't something they wanted to talk about.

I let them go~ I love them and they have a kid, so I couldn't imagine Sealand living with the people I decide to let go in the future.

Also: BELARUS! I'm going to have so much fun with her... hehehe... :)