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WARNING!: More-than-just-hints at FrUk, language, and perhaps sensitive and disturbing topics! Turn back while you still can! Mwahaha!


Billy Singing: blah blah blah *shiver*


"Why...why is that door so small?" Was what everyone was thinking when they spotted a small door at the end of the hallway. Bit and Andrew went up ahead and inspected it. It was about three feet tall and two feet wide and was actually just an archway with no door at all. Andrew bent down and peered inside only to draw back suddenly with a shriek, "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" Bit quickly grabbed the flailing Andrew and spun him around. "It's just a spider web, dumbass."

Andrew whimpered and rubbed furiously at where the spider web used to be on his nose, "Shut up..."

"Why was there a spider web, in there? Is that door never used, or something, mon chers?"

Bit brushed the web off on his pants and frowned, "Actually, this is Billy's door."

The dead-end hallway instantly grew quiet, save for Andrew's quiet whimpers.

"That's Billy's door?"

Everyone turned to England who was had France's protective arm wrapped around his waist. Arthur's face looked angry and determined, "I'll kill that bloody fucker for hurting Alfred." Francis chuckled softly, "There's my pirate."


La la la la~! Oh! If there was anything more pretty!

Anything more pretty than disaster!

Anything more pre-pre-tty~!

More pretty than blood!

Oh~! The Brits and French will fall down! Fall down like the dogs they are~!

Bow down to me I say! Say bow wow for the Joker's sake!

I think I'll name my cat Justine! And the bird will eat the mouse-hay hay!

The wheels on the bus go round and round!

All through the dying town!

Yippee!


Bit had gone first, then Andrew, then Canada, then England, then France.

"Ugh! You think he'd at least have the decency to clean his own door! Yuck!" Francis complained as he was the last one to squeeze into the tunnel. It was just as small as the door and was pitch black. Occasionally Andrew would scream-letting everyone know he had run into yet another spider web.

"On the bright side, you're ass does look lovely from back here, Angelterre~"

"W-What?! Shut up you bloody tosser! You can't even see anything down here! Yet alone my arse!"

"Shut up and have your stupid lover's quarrel some other time! I'm getting a headache, eh!"

"...fine."

"honhonhon."


Break his bones and crush his skull, crush his skull, crush his skull!

Break his bones and crush his skull, my dear Francis~

Shoot the Canadian and stab his heart, stab his heart, stab his heart!

Shoot the Canadian and stab his heart, my dear Matthew~

Kill his soul and snap his mind, snap his mind, snap his mind!

Kill his soul and snap his mind, my dear Arthur~


The tunnel seemed to go on forever, until it opened up into a room with three doors. The walls were blinding white and the doors were black. Red 1, 2 , and 3 were painted in sickening crimson upon their respective doors.

France gulped and walked up to door number 1. Bit stopped him with his arm and put a finger to his lips. Voices could be heard on the other side.

"I told you to pay the bills! Rick! Are you even listening to me?!"

"Yeah yeah, get me another beer and shut ya hole, Marcy."

"Don't talk to me like that!"

"Shut up you damn woman and get me my beer!"

"I can't take this anymore Rick! Either shape up or I'm leav-R-Rick what are you doing?!"

"Oh you ain't leaving sweetheart. You're gonna stay with me forever."

"Rick! J-Just put down the k-knife and we can talk about this!"

"Ain't nothin more ta talk about, Marcy."

"AHHHHHHHHH!

France recoiled in horror at the sound of stabbing and clapped his hand over his mouth.

"What the hell was that?!" Arthur screamed in horror.

Andrew wrinkled his nose, "Probably one of Billy's twisted illusions. He's trying to scare us away."

"So should we check door number 2?"

"Yeah, but don't go in, we could've been killed if we went in the last-."

The sound of nails of wood echoed throughout the room.

They looked towards door number 2 in mute horror.

"I'm scared! I wanna go home! Help me! Help me! England! England! Big brother can you hear me? Save me Arthur! It hurts so bad!"