Moi! I'm back with more fandoms people! All my POM stories are on hiatus right now but I have a little something to show you guys if you're interested. Also, I brought a friend!
Iceland: Hi. Nice to meet you, I'm Iceland. I'll be in the author's notes to answer questions you might have.
So as the title suggests, this is kind of a parody of HetaOni. I loved the story so much I decided to write a version of it with the Baltics and Nordics. Liet and company need more love and it doesn't have to come from Russia.
There is a deserted house in the mountains, three hours on foot from the venue of the world summit.
No one knows how long it has been there or who used to live in it.
Rumour has it that it was HAUNTED...
Four people gazed up at the desolate mansion.
It had a eerie, dank air to it. Paint was cracked and peeling off its walls, the windows were grimy and dusty and the door had several deep scratches on the front. The front yard, probably once beautiful and filled with lush greenery, was dull and overgrown with weeds and neglect.
"A-are you sure this is the one?" Lithuania stuttered, shivering in the cold breeze.
Estonia checked his watch. "It has to be. They did mention it would take three hours to get here from the meeting venue. That's how much time we took to walk here."
"Wow..." Latvia couldn't help saying that. "We actually found it... So America wasn't lying at all about the haunted house... Are we really going in there?"
Lithuania shuddered. "Oh God no..."
Poland giggled. "Come on, Liet! It's, like, just a house! What can it do, eat you?"
"Well, strange things tend to happen in old abandoned houses like this one..."
Heavy rainclouds begun to gather over the mansion. Thunder boomed and the breeze gradually grew into a gale.
"It's going to storm!" Estonia yelled over the wind. "Why don't we just go inside for some shelter? We'll leave after the storm blows over!"
"It's cleaner than I thought," Latvia commented.
Sure enough, the seemingly dilapidated house was immaculate on the inside. The polished wooden floorboards were unblemished and not a single common household pest was to be seen.
Lithuania toyed with his fingers nervously. "T-taip... A little too clean for a haunted house if you ask me..."
"Yeah, I can't find any sign of neglect anywhere," Estonia agreed, studying the walls.
Poland pouted. "Well, that just, like, made this totally not exciting anymore! Clean houses are, like, no fun-"
As if on cue, there was a shattering noise. Latvia squealed and Estonia quickly found the young Baltic clinging onto him.
Lithuania sighed. "You want excitement? You've got it. Go see what happened over there."
Poland took one look at the dark, empty corridor. "Nope!" he grinned sheepishly, shoving his 'friend' into the corridor. "You should totally go instead! It's, like, more exciting watching you!"
"Ugh, fine, Poland." He gave in. "I'll go see what broke. You guys stay here and wait for me, alright?"
Estonia nodded. "Watch your step."
"B-be careful, Lithuania!" Latvia added.
"I will!"
"It sure is dark in here," the Baltic muttered to himself as he started down the corridor towards the source of the noise. Outside, through the windows, thunder boomed and lightning flashed as rain battered the grimy glass, a constant reminder of where they had just intruded.
Soon enough, he found a wooden door. He tried the doorknob.
"It's locked," he realised, twisting and shaking the metal protrusion a few times for good measure. When he was fully convinced that it was shut tight, he carried on. "Funny, usually Poland would be calling for me to hurry up," he noted to nobody in particular, "I wonder if he got bored and left..."
The passageway gradually opened into a kitchen-like area, with several food storage cupboards, a counter, sink and racks of crockery. Lithuania looked down and saw a ceramic plate at his feet, splintered into several pieces of various sizes. He gingerly picked up a large piece of ceramic and scrutinised it.
"So this is what broke just now," he mused, sweeping the broken pieces into a pile before wrapping them up with a handkerchief. "I'll look for somewhere to throw them away."
By the time he returned to the main hall, the others were gone.
"They did leave," he muttered, a little irritated by his friends' apparent deserting of him, before a ear-splitting boom of thunder shook the mansion. He peered out of the nearest window and found rainwater still sliding down the glass in sheets.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to check outside," he decided, strolling towards the main entrance. Not knowing what to expect, he took the door handle and pushed it down.
It didn't budge.
He frowned. "Maybe I'm turning it the wrong way?" he wondered, twisting the handle in the opposite direction.
No luck. Lithuania was locked away inside the mansion. He gave up and headed down the opposite corridor. "Let's see if I can find another way out of this house..."
Then the footsteps sounded.
He froze immediately at the sound, which was a good choice of movement, because when his attention shifted upwards... he saw it.
The creature was vaguely humanoid, with a head, two arms and two legs. But the resemblance stopped there, as its head was large and bulbous, its skin was a sooty grey colour and it was completely naked.
Lithuania swiftly clamped his mouth shut before any sound could escape. He watched, frozen by sheer terror, as the thing disappeared into a small, dark room at the end of the corridor, not daring to even breathe until the door closed behind it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he collapsed against the corridor walls, gasping.
"What- What was that?!" he breathed.
If it was kind of short, sorry ^^; I still haven't worked out several details yet. For those who know HetaOni, you know what's going to happen next.
Iceland: At this rate, we're not going to appear in the main story for a while either...
Yes, I know that. I haven't even finished writing the first bit yet so updates are gonna be pretty erratic. Hopefully I'll be able to get all the main characters into HetaOni NB8 soon enough. Until then, just sit tight and keep hanging on to that cliff.