England kept running after Norway, almost fell and bit his tongue, the rest of the way he could taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, not that he really cared, he had tasted the things that were worse, and had damaged his taste buds a long time ago.

He could still hear Norways faint footsteps somewhere ahead of him, but no matter how fast he was running he didn't seem to catch up on him.

He remembered, back when America was still at kid, he used to chase him around the big mansion all the time, for different reasons.

It was still pitch black and the only thing leading England was that faint little light from Norways flashlight, that always seemed to duck around a corner just as he did so. How in the world did he manage to keep up that speed?

But even with the darkness he still knew exactly where he was, and he had a pretty good idea where they were going and who was responsible for the blackout. Scotland that sodding git of a wanker.

Suddenly the light disappeared inside a door, and England followed suit. Knowing now exactly what that idiot had done. Trying the open the door, how stupid was he allowed to be? There was a reason why the door was locked in the first place.

The sight that met him when he came to the end of the steps was shocking, but to be expected.

Scotland lay on the ground covered in blood. He really didn't want to know where all the blood came from, or to look at the face locked fast in a scream of agony.

"He's dead, I already checked." Norway said in a calm and collected voice that bore no signs of what had just happened. England just looked at him with his mouth open, not understanding a word of what the other had just said.

Norway let his finger travel along the lines and symbols on the door, then pushed it open.

Inside there was a million bookshelves all filled with old book, covered in thick layers of dust, except a few books, that looked like they were frequently used.

"What did you want to keep locked in here, that could've done that kind of damage?" Norway still appeared very calm, but the question was rhetorical, he already knew the answer.

"It's not what I tried to keep in, it's what I tried to keep out." Norway seemed to ponder that for a bit before nodding. "That makes sense."

"Yes, but now, why are you even here?" England was still wondering, not that he wasn't grateful for the help, but he could manage just fine himself.

"I could smell the danger, now come and help me." Norway took out a piece of chalk from his pocket. "We need to hurry, or we will all die."

"R-right"

Norway began drawing two big circles, between them a sentence in Latin and inside it all a scorpion.

"The fifth pentacle of Mars." He explained.

"I-I knew that!" Norway only send him a look.

"Are you going to help me or not?" Just as he finished that sentence there could be heard screaming from upstairs. England was already drawing for his life. Literary.

Though they weren't fast enough, the screaming continued, then there was a deafening silence.

"Hurry!" Norway had lost his calm composure, and seemed a bit more on edge than a minute ago, which was understandable, since England himself was freaking out.

They finished the last Hebrew letters and stood on the pentacle they'd just drawn, waiting.

They were invisible, not to be seen, but they reeked of newfound power, and was pretty easy to recognize, when they came through the door, and steered right towards to two survivors.

England began chanting, while Norway was mumbling something in runes under his breath, suddenly yelling "Naud!" And half of the creatures disappeared, at the same time England ended his chanting, sending the other half out.

They both sank to the ground exhausted to say the least.

"Do I want to go upstairs?" England asked in an odd broken voice.

"Probably not."

"Right.. But I have to"

"Yes, this is your entire fault; you have to take responsibility for it."

"My fault?" England couldn't believe his own word, but it was like something or someone else had taken over his body, and he was only a spectator. Now this was all getting out of hand - weird. Too weird.

Norway didn't look in the least surprised by Engalnds words. "I guess I can go home now, I expect you to be able to clean up after your own party. Then he disappeared though the door and everything went black. Again.

Af few seconds later though, the light returned to the house. And the sight that awaited England upstairs was horrifying.

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A bit longer as I promised~! So now I'm happy.

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