The man sat at his old laptop, uneasy. America was behind him, urging him on. He had to play. America would make him.
"America aru," He started, "The tittle screen looks creepy. Are you sure-"
"Heck yea, dude!" He laughed, patting the man's back. "It'll be fun, I promise!"
He decided it would be a good idea to give him headphones.
"...Will there be loud music?"
"Just play!" America whined.
He sighed, moving his mouse to click as he was told by America.
"Collect the pages" appeared on his screen, and he bit his lip.
"Now, all you have to do is find the pages!"
"How do I move?"
"W, A, S, and D, or the arrows!" He said, beginning to leave.
"Uhhh..."
"Have fun!" And with that, America left, leaving him in the darkened room.
He sighed, hearing his door click! as it was locked. America was up to something.
He shifted, not really wanting to play with his headphones on. Maybe America was telling the truth! Maybe the game would be cute... Maybe it would have H llo K!tty...
He ventured forth in the game. It didn't take long for him to come across a note, and he almost stopped playing as he picked it up. He was terrified.
This is not Hel^o K#tty... He thought.
He ventured a bit farther, coming across a bathroom complex... If it was... He walked in, finding another page and clicking it. He shook at the noise, having a bad feeling.
He turned, and screamed as his screen errupted into static. He threw his pink headphones off, into the floor, and curled up in his chair.
His eyes narrowed, feeling complete rage. "AMERICAAA ARUUU!"
.. ... ..
America patted the Canadain's head. "It'll be finnne!"
Canada was the only one he decided to stay with as they played. He knew it was easy for him to get nightmares.
"O-O-Okay..." He clicked the mouse and the game opened. He looked around.
"Where... America, is this one of your h-horror games?"
"Just play, okay?"
Canada's hand started twitching (some would belive it to be shaking) as he moved his character around.
"Collect all 8 pages..." America narrated, getting a kick out of Canada's fear.
"D-Don't say it like that.." Canada wimpered. He found a page on a stone.
"...You pick it up with a left mouse click." America explained, becoming unamused at Canada's small knowlage of controls.
"Oh." He gasped as a loud sound effect played into his (red and white, with red a maple leaf) headphones. "..W-Whut was..?!"
"C'était l'Homme mince...*" He said, laughing. Only sentence he EVER wanted to learn in French. So worth it.
Canada started shaking, truthfully and honestly this time. "A-Amérique...! Quel est l'homme mince?!"**
"Uh.. Whut?"
Canada looked back to his screen just as a high-pitched squeal played into his headphones. He tripped backwards and fell, only to get up and run after America's fleeding shillouiate.
.. ... ..
France stopped as soon as America showed him the screen.
"Baise-moi courir, Amérique." France said, hands shaking slightly. "Pourquoi voudriez-vous jamais, jamais me faire jouer ce jeu terrible!?"***
"Wat." America said, confused and only knowing English.
"It means I will never play this horrible game! And I curse you for trying to make me!"
America took two steps back and ran from the attacking Frenchman.
.. ... ..
Moving on... America thought as he walked with a limp. Maybe the Russian would like to play.
He was unhappy that France had already played. He really wanted to show him he could learn another langauge.
Never mind that. For now, Just focus.
He tapped on Russia's door and was greeted by a trembling boy.
"O-Oh... Hello, Mister America..." He said.
"Hey, dude!" America greeted, trying to greet him with a fistbump, but, instead, hitting him.
"Ow..."
"Bro, can you fistbump?"
"W-Whut is that...?"
It took him a few minutes, but...
LATVIA learned FISTBUMP!
"One..." America counted. "Two... Three..."
And their knuckles hit. A FISTBUMP was recieved!
"C-Cool..." Latvia said quietly.
"Latviaa...?" A hollow voice asked. "What are you doing at door...?"
"N-Nothing Mister Russia!" He jumped, shaking again. "Mister America is here to see you!"
Latvia exchanged places with Russia at the door.
"Ah, hello Amerika.." His body seemed to emit purple smoke.
"Hey bro!" He laughed. "I brought my laptop and I want you to play something."
Dull and straight-forward. Quite like America.
"Is it a game about you?" He asked.
"I sure hope not! I still have my face!"
Russia's head tilted. "All... Right, I will play a game."
"Cool dude!" And he rushed in, letting himself inside.
"Kolkolkol..." Russia laughed. "I can squish him here, in my hands. Fill him with corruption.."
.. ... ..
That one didn't end well.. He sighed, rubbing his bruised neck. I didn't even get to make him play before he strangled me...
He grinned, regonizing his acomplishment.
"I made four of the Allies play Slender with me!" He said, fistpumping happily.
Little did he know, four very mad people were behnd him, hiding. He didn't know that they were bound to attack, and were going to bind him to a chair and make him play Amnesia.
He didn't know. You shouldn't know. But here they goes, eyes flaring.
(( *"It was the Slender man..." or "It was the Thin man..." in French.
**"A-America...! Whut is the Slender Man?!" Or thin instead of Slender.
***WARNING! This includes a multilangauge curse.
Translation: "Fu** me running, America." France said, hands shaking slightly. "Why would you ever (or never), ever (or never) make me play this terrible game!?"
