"Robert, I'm taking a small party with me to that castle. Stay here with the rest of the crew and stay on guard. I doubt any other ships are going to show up, but I like to be careful," Arthur said as he left the ship. "Come on Tori, we need to catch up with the others."
Arthur led a party of nine men, most of them regular crewmen except for himself, Tori, and Indy. The castle wasn't far, but it was a steep walk up a winding path. The whole island was completely barren except for some shrub here and there. If it hadn't been for the small castle, Arthur would have thought the place to be a rather large rock.
"Why bother with this place?" Tori asked.
Indy grinned. "You never know where treasure lurks. The best kind of treasure is the kind you don't have to fight for. Besides, if we explore this place, you never know when we might need to use it as a storage place. Ah, here we are!"
They had stopped in front of the gate leading up to it. The gate was old and rusty, and when one of the crewmen pushed it, the whole thing fell over. Arthur walked right over it, the crew following suit. He paused in front of the main entrance, observing the lack of door. The Briton then proceeded, finding himself in a courtyard, his party behind him.
"Men, split up! Tori, you're with me." Tori followed Arthur into a corridor, and they vanished from the others' sight.
Indy took half of the men left, and the rest went to the right. After some time of walking down long, musty corridors, they found what appeared to be the throne room. It was old and dusty inside, the tapestries on the walls being faded and bare, their depictions impossible to make out. Following a long strip of faded red and gold carpet on the stone floor was a single throne, tarnished with age. On the stone wall behind it, there was an inscription:
All who sit upon me are cursed.
"Well, that doesn't sound pleasant," Indy muttered. He looked down from the inscription, and gasped when he noticed one of the crewmen sitting upon the chair, grinning like a fool.
"Don't…!"
The whole building began to rumble and shake, and the poor man sitting upon the ancient throne spontaneously combusted. The ceiling caved in, taking out everything and everyone with it.
-Hetalia-
Arthur felt the building begin to shake violently, and watched in horror as the floor began to crack, along with the walls and ceiling. What the bloody Hell was going on?
Tori felt similarly to the captain, panic seizing him. The way out was blocked. He looked up at a particularly loud crack, only to see a massive piece of ceiling hurtling towards him. Everything went black.
-Hetalia-
Tori felt pain everywhere, throbbing throughout his whole body. He felt light like a feather, and his vision was hazy. Someone was carrying him. He looked up into the person's face, but it was a blur. But he saw what looked like big, snow white wings, and a glowing golden halo. The person was wearing soft white clothing, and Tori felt safe. If he was being held by an angel, then he had either died or been saved.
Tori's eyes began to close again. He'd figure out what happened…after he got a little rest.