"Wait!" Before the door could open all the way, England quickly pulled it back shut with a slam.
France and China, both surprised and irritated, glared at the Cupcake-maker as they only got a half-glimpse at the room.
"What now?" Francis groaned as a wide frown appeared clear on his features.
"I forgot! We can't open this door now."
"Why not?" Yao whined as he slouched his shoulders like a bratty child.
"Because this part's for later~" Arthur explained this as if this were an obvious fact that everyone but the other two countries knew about.
"And why is that?" Even though he knew he'd get a vague answer in return, the Frenchman asked, hoping to get a straight statement.
"Well… we just… can't~" The Englishman grinned sheepishly while blocking the door to keep them from touching the doorknob.
"When can we check it out, then?"
"After we've taken a look around for about half an hour probably~" Arthur nodded happily, having things go his way satisfied him.
"Alright, fine." France knew this would go nowhere if they kept pestering the psycho, so he agreed with little hesitance, "I guess I'll just take a look around here."
"Yay~! I knew you'd listen to me, Francey~!" England smiled widely as he waved goodbye to the retreating French who merely muttered 'weird' as he left.
"And now Yaoi-"
"Hold up!" China stared at the pink-haired nation as if he were crazier than usual, "Did you just… call me 'Yaoi'?"
"Uh… yes. Why~?"
"Y-you do know what that word means, right?" England tapped his chin thoughtfully, searching for a probable answer.
"Does it mean… 'Should I'?" The dark-haired man facepalmed at the other's naivety.
"No… no, that's 'Yào I'…" he did give him points for trying to speak Chinese, "It's just… don't call me that… like, ever…"
"Okay…?" weirdo… "Anyway, you're coming with me to the top floor, alright~?"
"Yea, whatever…"
And as China followed England upstairs in a depressed manner while the other obliviously ignored it, he found himself shuddering at the dark air. To keep his mind off the creepiness, the red-wearing country attempted to start up a conversation, "So, what's up with you and that room back there?"
"Hm? Oh, it's just… very… unsettling to be around…?"
'Arthur is being nervous for once?' Yao thought as he looked over the unusually anxious nation, 'I didn't know he could have those emotions…'
Once they made it to the fourth floor, the pair walked into the next room they saw. It was very big and very empty with a few or some furniture here and there, but it was the big switch in the corner that got their attention. Walking over to the metal panel, England read a sign nailed next to it aloud, "Up is Heaven, Middle is Earth, and Down is Hell…? I suppose we wouldn't want to move it down, then~"
"Doesn't matter, anyway, "China commented, pushing and pulling at the blue switch, "It's broken. Whatever jack did this probably didn't want us to use it again."
"Let's just keep looking around, then."
After a few more minutes or so, they found nothing interesting and moved onto the other room on the floor.
This room was much bigger than the last one and even emptier with little to no furniture lying around. Other than a strange squeaking in the corner of the room.
Following it cautiously, the two of them found themselves looking at a… Mochi. It growled at them and bared its tiny teeth angrily and even snapped at Yao's finger as he attempted poking at its squishy blubber. The red-eyed country quickly pulled his digit away with a 'gah!'
"Oh. My. Goodness~! This is one of the cutest things I've ever seen~~!" Arthur squealed in delight as he pinched the annoyed rice cake's face like a smothering aunt, "Look how pudgy and precious it is~!"
"It looks like Alfred." China deadpanned.
"Which only makes it more adorable~! Oh, if only there were ones that looked like Francey, Mattie and all the others~~!" MericaMochi squeaked helplessly as England hugged it so tight that it might've exploded any moment.
Yao shrugged at the near-death creature, what could he do? The guy's a nutcase.
It had been several minutes later of uncomfortably waiting for England to stop suffocating the thing before China decided to say something, "Eh, c'mon Iggs, it'll probably still be here when we come back later. It doesn't seem to be important now."
Igirisu frowned as he reluctantly let go of the thankful Mochi as it gasped in gallons of air into its… lungs?
"Oh… okay…"
"Er, yea, uhm…" China immediately regretted his decision and quickly looked around the room for something to distract the depressed Englishman, for a depressed Artie results in a dead man, "Oh h-hey, what's that?!"
Pointing to a bright and large chair several feet away from them, China dragged Arthur away from the freaked out white blob-thing until they were standing in front of the chair, "Ahem, h-hey, this looks a lot l-like…" his panicked mind was messing up his train of thought as he tried to remember what he was about to say until Arthur answered.
"Busby's chair." Iggy's mood began to improve as his sadness was soon replaced with curiosity, "Is this the real thing? What's it doing here?"
"I don't know… maybe it's- WHOA, HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" China found himself interrupted as a pair of pale hands grabbed his shoulders and tried pushing him onto the 'cursed chair'.
"I'm just trying to test to see if it really is cursed." England calmly and forcefully shoved the alarmed man toward the seat who desperately tried to escape the surprisingly strong sweater-vest-wearing-maniac.
"What if it's actually cursed?!"
"We won't know until we try."
Thankfully for China, a loud scream disrupted their struggle as Arthur almost right away released him and looked toward where the sound came from. The scream was loud and inhuman, almost scary really. It continued in long strings of shrieks as it was mixed in with various voices yelling also.
"What is that?" Yao questioned, denying the worried feeling in his stomach.
"Sounds like it's coming from downstairs… it might be the others…" England, in a rare moment, frowned.
"Well, duh, we are the only ones in this building, but what do you think is going on?"
"I don't know; we should probably regroup with France and check on it."
"Okay, let's go."
It had been 15 minutes of waiting and no France. Meanwhile, the shrieking continued and began to annoy them.
"Ugh, geez. Shouldn't we probably check on that? It might be one of the others getting raped or something. Besides, it's irritating the hell out of me."
"No, no, we should wait for Francey first."
"But what if the screaming is him or something?"
"Why would Francis allow someone to rape him? If anything, he'd be doing the raping..."
"Ya know, this conversation has taken a dark turn." China cringed in shame.
"He's not coming anytime soon, " Arthur sighed, hands on hips, "We should probably check on that increasingly bothersome noise now."
"I just said… nevermind." Why did he agree to partner up with this lunatic, again?
"Well, see you soon~!" Yao found himself being pushed away before turning back to the strange country.
"Wait, what?"
"You should go check it out while I wait here." The dark-haired country found his mind slightly breaking from the other's flawed logic.
"W… why?"
"So we won't lose each other."
"Why don't you just come with me?"
"That's just silly."
"You know what? FINE! You've been driving me crazy from the moment you referred to me as 'Yaoi'!" 'Yaoi' yelled out in frustration as he stomped away from the nutty man.
Before he could leave completely, though, Arthur called out, "What does Yaoi mean~?"
"IT MEANS ****** ***** ********* *** ****!"
"…? …Okay~!"
In his blind rage, China found himself stomping down the hall and ending up in front of the putrid-smelling door, "F*ck you, Arthur."
And with that, he slammed the door open and ran toward the nearest stool and kicked across the room. It flew all the way into the fireplace, making a cracking noise.
After getting a little bit more of his anger out by screaming into pillows then throwing them onto the ground and stomping on them and flinging books all over the place and making a mess of the room, he rubbed his face tiredly and exhaled, "Great, another tantrum, aru. So glad no one saw it, though… I need to stop talking to Kiku before I completely turn into a ticking time bomb. Damn Feliciano and Ludwig were the ones who made him so angry, though. Not that he wasn't before, aru. I remember when..."
As Yao talked to himself, he attempted putting the room back together to keep himself occupied. Except, when he approached the fireplace to pick up the stool, he gagged.
"Oh, gross!" He exclaimed in disgust, "What the hell was burned here?"
Poking at the dark, crispy logs with his foot, he noticed something that resembled cloth within the darkness… Japan's clothes covered in a red liquid?
"Man, what is this stuff? Blood?" He took a chance and sniffed the burnt clothing and quickly pulled away, "Nope, tomato sauce. That's definitely Feliciano's failed attempt at cooking. Poor Kiku and probably Ludwig… Wait, what are they doing here? I should tell Britain."
Merry Christmas guys~! So, so, so sorry for the lack of updating! I've been crazy busy with school and kept getting sidetracked with other stories I've been working on... those are secret for now :3
It's too bad for China. I'd react similarly if I was stuck with someone as crazy as Iggy. I love to torture Asian characters~ (racist author is racist, but she's also Asian, so it's okay.)
I will desperately try to update more, I swear!