The Disappearance of Kiku Honda

A/N: I hate writer's block. I spent the past week and a half writing just this one chapter because NOTHING would come to me. Not only that, but I have no Wi-Fi currently because I just moved into a new apartment! Urgh. Oh, but guess my next victim! Mwah ha ha!

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Actually, what I have planned is going to break a few hearts. I cried when I reread it, but only because it happened to my favorite character.

On to the pain and suffering.

Chapter 10:

"Isn't Okinawa a bit... bigger?" America questioned like an idiot, looking at the island just big enough to fit the mansion on it. The mansion looked Victorian, but it was strange to have such a thing in Japan. Not to mention that Okinawa contained many cities, and was supposed to be very large. Russia felt as though England had somehow gotten them turned around and they were near the American's country.

"These are the bloody coordinates! I don't know what's going on here, but this is Okinawa..." England frowned.

"Maybe Japan hadh anodher earthquake?" Russia smiled innocently, making the other nations shiver.

Germany turned to the Russian. "You... You didn't cause zhis to happen, did you?"

"Nyet. But maybe dhis was from a curse I dhon't remember...?" Russia thought back, trying to figure out which one it could be.

America pointed at Russia. "Ha ha ha! Funny, dudes! Now you all sound like Iggy! There's no such things as curses!"

"America, aru! Don't say such things lightly, aru!" China bristled, obviously knowing good and well that, curse or not, the Russian could do some serious damage. Russia smiled happily at his smallest companion. China had been on the wrong side of some of his curses, and obviously remembered them. "Even if it is not a curse, there is something wrong here, aru! Like those monsters, and the coordinates being wrong, aru." He looked around anxiously. "This place has a bad feel to it, aru..."

Germany and England nodded. Apparently they could feel it, too, although Russia couldn't feel a thing. Maybe dhey are all feeling a breeze? Da~! Andh I can't feel it because of my coat~! Russia spoke up, "I feel nodhing. You all are paranoidh~!"

"We are not, you bloody git! The reason you can't feel anything is because you already have a bad aura coming from you." England grouched.

Russia cocked his head, confused and annoyed. "Whadh 'bad aura'?" Suddenly, no one wanted to look him in the face.

"Vh-Vhell... let us move on, ja? Vhe must find Japan before nightfall, or vhe'll have to vhait till morning to set off again." Germany, being the sensible one, split them up again. "Zhis is a big place. China, you vhill go vhith England. Amerika, vhith me and-"

"No, not the commie!" America whined. Russia felt the air around him get a bit colder.

He smiled at the stupid American. "Do nodh worry, comrade, I will be going on my own." Russia saw Germany's eyes widen.

England stepped foreward. "W-Wait, America, don't be a git. Russia, don't just split us up like that! You can come with us, if he's going to be an imbecile."

"Nyet, nyet. I am going to seek out dhe monsters and dhestroy dhem for you all. You can find Japan..." Russia smiled coldly. "... while I kill every last one of dhem." With that, he left the other nations standing there and entered the mansion. He could hear the others trying to catch up to him, but when the doors closed behind him, the noises of their pursuit stopped. He found that odd and waited for a complaint, or for someone to barge in, but nothing happened. Everything was silent. He looked around and realised there was no other way in or out of the entrance room. There was only the door he came in with, an end table, horrid wallpaper, and a chandelier that looked centuries old. It wasn't even all that big.

He stepped closer to the door, instincts telling him that something was wrong. Russia opened it slightly, and looked past the crack of light into... another room. Shto? He threw open the wooden door, and came face to face with the reality that the door didn't lead outside anymore, but to a sort of living room. The theme was beige, and although there were different shades of it, the entire room looked boring. There were two chairs, a fireplace, a door, a table with a small lamp, and... a message scrawled on the wall.

COME FIND ME.

Russia scoffed. This was the best those monsters could throw at him? Fine. Let us play, little ones. He smiled. Living in a perpetual snowstorm had one clear advantage: I will never gedh lost, no madher how similar and confusing the terrain. This house is no match at all.

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"Russia!" England tore open the door to the mansion, expecting to find the man just behind it. But instead he couldn't see anyone. The large room in front of him was completely deserted. "How the bloody hell did he get out of here so fast? The door's all the way over there..." England looked across what seemed to be an entrance hall, as it was elongated vertically, but it looked more like a ballroom with how much space there was inside. He stepped in, glancing at the decorations around him. The sparse furniture included baby blue benches on the side of the hall and a few tables with chairs in convenient places. Four magnificent chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and large paintings adorned the walls. The only problem was the stench of death that hung in the air, like there was a rotting corpse under one of those benches. It filled his lungs and made him cough. "Oh, bloody hell, what is that stench." He wheezed.

"I do not know, but this is not a pleasant place to be, aru..." China shivered, coming up behind him and letting the door close. "I feel like something is reaching out to me, aru..."

"Let's get the bloody hell out of here. We'll get everyone together and search for Russia. He couldn't have gotten far." England turned on his heel and yanked on the entrance doors... and nothing happened. He huffed and tried again, but to no avail. "Hey, China, the bloody door is stuck. Help me open it." He waited for the smaller man to come up to him and help, but just like with the door, nothing happened. England turned around, angry. "China, didn't you hear me-?!"

There was no one there.

"China? China! Where the bloody hell did you wander off to?!" England looked around and paled. The bench closest to him now held a rotting skeleton, its clothes threadbare and head bashed in. "Wh-What? What is that? Oh... Oh God! China! China! We need to get out of here!" England pounded on the door, yelling, "Germany! America! The door is stuck! We can't get out! GERMANY! AMERICA!" The last two words came out as a hoarse scream as he looked to the side and saw the skeleton rising. England whipped around and found the whole room filled with zombie-like skeletons rising to their feet. Some were so decomposed that only the bones were left, while others still had muscle and tendon hanging down, dropping maggots as they made their way to him. He took his magic book from his shirt and opened it. He faced the door, throwing every spell he could think of at the door.

"Entreis!" He shouted the magic word for 'entrance', but the door stayed firmly shut. "Openium! Blaste! Incindium!" Nothing was working, and he felt a bony hand encase his wrist. "Dae-!" England was dragged down before he could finish, and he screamed. The smell was unbearable; it felt as though it was encasing him, killing him, while the skeletons smothered him under their bodies. He fought, kicking and screaming until a sharp pain in his head made him go limp.

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America had watched his brother and China go in the mansion, but caught Germany's arm to stop him from following. The German looked at him, a question in his eyes. "Hey, dude... I've been thinking. How come the commie is unaffected by all of this?" America was actually serious, something, he admitted, he never was.

Germany's eyes bulged. "Vh-Vhat do you mean?"

"He was able to just hit that weird thing in the face, he didn't seem surprised at all when we ran from those two girl monsters, when China saw the disappearing kid he didn't seem to care, he didn't mind the whole island thing, and now he just rushes into an 'unknown' area with no one else with him? Why do you think I didn't want to be with him, dude? I'm thinking whatever's going on, he's in with it, for reals. He knows something he's not telling us, at least, and at worst, he's been making all of these things happen just to mess with us, bro." America let out a breath, glad to have gotten the worry off of his chest. He'd been meaning to tell someone about that since they'd left Japan's house, but had never gotten the chance. "Whaddya think?"

Germany thought deeply about his answer. "I... I see. Ja, zhose are very valid points... I vhill keep a close eye on him. But you have to remember... he has had a harsh life. Perhaps zhese zhings he does are because of zhat. Vhe may see it as vheird, but he may not mean it to be. I have had times vhere I have thought zhe same zhing, but it has always turned out to be a misunderstanding. Jumping to conclusions before vhe see any proof is not a goot zhing. Vhe vhill vhait and see."

America nodded, pleased that at least Germany took his argument seriously. The others would have dismissed him immediately, but the German saw things from a stragetic outlook. If Russia was the enemy, Germany would have a back-up plan ready to go. And if not, then that'll be one more enemy to check off my list. Yeah, it's a win-win for the hero!

"Alright, then let's go in and save Russia! The hero is ready!" America charged toward the door, his eagerness making him faster than the German for once.

"Gah! Vhait for me, Amerikan! Amerika! Vhaaaait!"

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A/N: My Wi-Fi now is being installed/upgraded, so I'm going to have spotty internet for the next few days! Yay! *dies* Why does everything happen when I'm trying to write a fanfiction?! Nothing ever happens when I'm just messing around on my computer, but the moment I start to write, everything goes to hell. Do you guys ever have that? I always feel like I'm just giving excuses all of the time, but everything interesting stays away until it's time to upload or write. And of course nothing EVER interrupts homework, noooooo... that would be too cruel. ;_;