During the fall, Canada liked to sit in his garden and watch the trees around his house fall to the ground. As boring as that sounded, Canada always enjoyed the peace and quiet and found it fun. He was sitting in his garden, drinking a hot chocolate. Also, he enjoyed watching his polar bear roll around in the leaves. (At the moment, the little bear had a leaf on its head.)

"You know Kumala, this is usually the time where someone comes running up to me with a problem or I get a frantic phone call interrupting the peace." Canada pondered.

Kumajirou looked over, and shook its head. "That sounds like a bad plot device in a short story."

"Yeah, it does." Canada chuckled as he took a sip of his hot chocolate. "But it seems like it happens to me a lot."

"Who are you?" Kumajirou asked.

"I'm your owner!" Canada sighed. For a minute, Canada sat in thought. Then he sighed. "I'm bored. I want to do something."

"Call that hamburger guy." Kumajirou said.

"Oh, that's a good idea. Poor guy hasn't called me in a while and he probably needs to vent about his elections." Canada said as he pulled out his phone.

"Now who's the bad plot device?" Kumajirou said as he walked off.

"Was I just set up by a bear?" Canada said as he called his brother. For a few seconds, the phone continued to ring, then finally America picked up.

"Bro, good to hear from you!" America said cheerfully as he picked up the phone. "What do ya need?"

"Just wanted to say hello. I'm bored." Canada said.

"Dude, you must be bored to call me right now." America said. "Hardly anyone has called me in the last few days because they're scared I'm just going to talk about politics. The only other person to call me this week was Mexico and his threats of calling china to build a wall to keep American's out of his country because he says my citizens are all going nuts and-"

"Al, you're ranting." Canada butt in before his brother went on an hour long speech.

"Oops, sorry." America sighed. "I'm just stressed out. Oh, but I could use your help with something."

"I swear if you ask to move into my place one more time-" Canada started.

"While that would be awesome, that's not what I need help with." America laughed. "As you know, I have that scaring competition with England again this year and I need some help."

"Al, out of all the people you could have chosen, why on earth would you ask me for help with that?" Canada asked in confusion. "Why not ask Russia?"

"Um, you have seen my elections right?" America said nervously. "And you do know that I am having A LOT of tension with Russia right now, right? Russia is the last person I want to talk to right now. And, I've already talked to some of the others. They already agreed, but really you're the only other person who can help me pull off this scare I'm going to pull on England."

"So, what's your plan?" Canada asked. "If you're planning to dress up as one of your presidential candidates and making me dress up as the other one I swear I will hurt you."

"No, that wouldn't work against England. In fact, he sent me a sympathy card and a basket of scones. No, remember how last year you scared everyone by looking creepy in front of that window?" America asked.

"Yes…" Canada said.

"Well, it got me thinking." America said. As America told Canada his plan, Canada started to smile. Every now and then, his brother could come up with some good ideas.

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"Why did you drag me along for this?" France complained as he read the map.

"Because, I needed you to read the map." England said as he looked around him. They were driving on a lonely dirt road in the middle of the woods in Maine. In fact, the trees where so thick that they were blocking out the moonlight, making it hard to see the road. So it was hard to see the road.

"Ah, I think that the building should be showing up soon." France said.

"I swear; we always seem to be using paper maps." England muttered.

"It's not my fault!" France said angrily. "I can't get a signal on my phone. The connection out here is horrible."

"America is so predictable, he always had a bad habit of setting up scary movies in the same way." England chuckled. "I wonder if he's going to try and scare me with the Jason mask and chainsaw again."

"I hope not, from what I heard from Canada, America is scary with a chainsaw even without a mask." France said. "Ah, here is the building."

As they pulled up into the driveway, they studied the building. The building seemed like an old hotel, but it seemed to be in bad shape. The roof was collapsed in some places, most of the windows were either broken or boarded up, and the paint was badly in need for a new coat. A dead oak tree stood near the building, looking like it could crash onto the building with the slightest breeze. The porch was sagging, and most of the wood had rotted away. All in all, it would have been scary looking but the effect was ruined by a bunch of balloons tied to the porch rails in the shape of pumpkins.

"That's odd, America is usually good at setting up the mood." England said with a frown.

"Maybe his heart isn't in it this year." France said with a shrug as he stepped out of the car. "You know how much stress he's in."

"I hope he got my gift basket." England said as he walked up the porch.

"My goodness, I think that's the scariest part of all of this! I hope America's ok." France thought.

As England rang the doorbell, the door slowly swung open. After looking into the building to make sure Russia wasn't around, England walked in.

"America, I'm here!" England called. "I brought the frog, I hope you don't mind!"

"I don't think he's going to answer." France said as he pointed at the back of the door. On it, a note said to walk around the building and find the bowl of candy to win.

"This seems rather lazy." England said as they walked down the main hall.

"Who knows, maybe it will get better." France said.

"Excuse me, but who are you two?" An angry voice said from behind them. Jumping, they turned around and saw an old man holding a flashlight glaring at them. The old man was rather tall, and would have towered over them his he wasn't crouched over. He was wearing a pair of overalls, and had a long white beard. "Don't you know this building is off limits?"

"Oh, but a friend of mine invited me here." England said with confusion. "His name is Alfred."

As England mentioned America's name, the old man suddenly started laughing. "Oh, Alfred sent you? Well, I never thought he would come back here."

"What do you mean?" France asked.

"Oh, Alfred used to spend a lot of time here when he wasn't busy with work." The old man sighed. "He stopped coming after he started to go international."

"But, didn't he visit you?" France asked.

"Well, in a way. But you see, we never really talked. He couldn't see me after all. He can't see ghosts." And with that, the man let out a horrible laugh and vanished into thin air. The flashlight fell to the floor with a loud thud, echoing in the empty hallway.

"How did he do that?!" France shrieked as he hid behind England.

"Oh, settle down." England said as she swatted France off of him. "Even if it was a real ghost, they can't do any harm."

"Says you." France muttered.

Picking up the flashlight, they continued to walk down the hall. As they turned a corner, they were greeted with the sight of a door. Opening it, they walked into what once looked to be a sitting room. While the room it's self was long destroyed by time, the windows in the room seemed to be covered by tattered curtains, but seemed intact for the most part.

"Do you see the candy anywhere?" England asked as he walked around the room.

"No, it's probably hidden." France said as he looked up the fire place.

"That's true, I'll look behind the curtain." England said. Walking over, England pulled back the curtains and looked around the area. Finding nothing, they decided to move on. However, before they could even more towards the exit they heard a voice singing.

"Once long ago, I tilled my land

Working hard all day long

And every day as I worked away

I would sing a little song

Da da, da da, da da"

"England, please tell me you hear that too." France said as he looked around the room.

"Yes, but I don't see anyone outside or in the hallway." England said nervously as he looked out the window.

"But the man who worked beside me

He didn't like to listen to me sing

So he picked up an axe from the dead oak tree

And brought down on my neck with a mighty swing"

Da da, da da, da da"

As England and France listened, they realized that the song was getting louder.

"EVEN THOUGH HE STRUCK ME DOWN

I CONTINUED TO SING AWAY

EVENTUALLY HE RAN FROM ME

AND WITH NO BODY TO CHASE HIM, I LOST MY PREY

DA DA, DA DA, DA DA"

"England, I think it's coming from the fireplace." France said, backing away from it.

"But, I thought you checked up there!" England yelled, covering his ears.

"I did, there was nothing up there!" France shouted over the song.

"BUT BEFORE HE LEFT HE HID MY BODY

SO THAT I COULD NEVER GIVE CHASE

BUT STILL I SING UP HERE ALONE…"

For a moment, the song stopped. Then, with a curtailing scream, something fell out of the fireplace. To England and Frances horror, it was a decapitated head of a young man.

"IN THIS DIRTY FIREPLACE

DA DA, DA DA, DA DA."

Without any hesitation, England and France ran out of the room as fast as they could, not daring to look behind them. As soon as the slammed the door behind them, the ran down the hall and into a different room. As they stood there panting, France spoke up.

"What the hell was THAT?" France asked as he tried to calm down.

"I don't fucking know!" England snapped.

"Where are we anyway?" France asked as he looked around.

"Who cares, as long as we're away from that, that THING!" England said as he leaned against the door.

"We seem to be in what was the kitchen I think." France said.

"Please, please tell me the candy is in here." England said as he glanced around.

"I am afraid I don't see it." France said.

"Ok, let's take a moment to calm down." England said with a sigh. "It probably wasn't real. You know that America has got a lot better with his special effects over the years."

"Yes, you're right." France said with a nervous chuckle.

After calming down, they started to look around the room. For a few minutes, they didn't find anything, until the only thing left was the fridge.

"I don't want to know what's in there." France said.

"Don't be a baby, there's nothing in there." England scoffed.

"No, I mean what if it has rotten food, or worse, rats in there?" France said in disgust.

"Oh yes, after what we just saw you're going to be scared of rotten food." England said as he rolled his eyes. Opening the door, he raised an eyebrow when all he found was a flashlight with a little pumpkin sticker on it.

"America sure does have a strange sense of humor." France said as he took the flashlight and turned it on.

"Hmm, yes." England said as he glanced at the door. "Do you think we can go out into the hallway?"

"Well, seeing as the door isn't being kicked in I would say yes." France said.

Walking back into the hallway, they wandered around until they came across a set of stairs.

"After you, Frog." England said.

"An you call yourself a gentleman." France scoffed as he walked up the stairs. When they got to the second landing, they found that the layout was similar to the floor below them, but there were many more doors lining the hallway.

"I don't want to check all of these rooms." France said.

"Come on, it won't take that long if we stop complaining." England said as he opened the door closest to them. "But if we see any more fireplaces let's not stick around."

Most of the rooms were the same, with the same layout. This didn't come as a surprise to England, as hotels do have the same lay out. Finally, they came to the last door. Opening it, they were happy to see a large bowl of candy on the table.

"At last!" France said as he walked up to the bowl.

"Hmm, that was rather anticlimactic." England said as he looked around.

"You sound disappointed." France said with a chuckle.

"No, just confus-" England started to say when suddenly…

BANG!

Jumping, they looked at the window, and to their horror saw one of the boards had been torn off, and a creepy woman was peering at them through the space. She had long grey hair that hung over her face, and an old dress from the 1800's. Her eye's looked unfocused and insane.

"Let me in…let me in…" The woman hissed as she tore another board off the window, and started crawling in.

"Holy FUCK! LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!" England shrieked as he backed out of the room.

"Don't leave me with her!" France yelped as he ran after England.

"Intruders…Intruders…" The woman hissed as he crawled after them on all fours.

Shutting the door and barring it with a chair, they ran as they heard the woman scratch the door on the other side. As they ran down one of the hallways, they saw two figures up ahead. Coming to a halt, they were horrified to see two boys, with no eyes and blood coming out of the holes. They were identical in every way, except for the part where one of the boys was holding a knife and smiling and the other one was bleeding from his chest and crying blood.

"Oh, god help us." England muttered as he backed away.

"Do you want to join our game? It is so much fun to play." The smiling one said, his voice like nails on a chalkboard.

"The only rule is run away, or you will loss." The crying one said. And as he said this, he started to cough up blood.

"Come and play with us." The two said in unison as the walk closer to England and France.

"Holy Shit, run!" England said as he grabbed France and ran for his life. France was more than happy to follow, as the laugh of the twins echoed around them.

As they ran to the stairs, they heard a crash behind them and saw the woman crawling alarmingly fast after them, hissing under her breath. As they ran down the stairs, they were terrified to see the woman crawl down the wall. Running past the sitting room, they heard the head screaming and laughing, and starting to sing again. Finally, they got to the lobby. Not even stopping to see if they had got away, they ran out of the house. And there, in front of their car, was the twins. However, instead of threating them they were laughing their asses off and high fiving one another.

"Dude, did you see their faces?" America howled as he clutched his stomach.

"Aw man, I think I'm going to throw up." Canada wheezed as he jabbed his brother with the fake knife.

"Oh, very funny you two." England huffed as he walked up to them.

"Canada! How could you scare me like that?" France wailed.

"Oh, don't be upset." Canada chuckled as he patted France on the back. We didn't even know you were coming, so don't take it too personally."

"How did we do?" Germany asked as he walked out of the house. Pulling off his fake beard, he gave England and France an amused smile. "France, I never knew your voice could get so high."

"Shut it!" France said angrily.

"I thought I did really well, don't you?" Sweden said as he walked out behind Germany, rubbing his neck. "Although next time America, try not to drop the bag of ash so hard."

"Bag of ash?" England asked.

"Yeah, because you guys were expecting me to scare you by the window, I put a cloth over Sweden's head and covered it in ashes. When I made the falling head appear, it really was a fragile bag of ash that would create a cloud to hid Sweden taking the cloth off of his head making it look like it had dropped out of the fireplace." America explained.

"Don't forget about me." The woman hissed as she appeared behind France, making him scream.

"Of course, you did amazingly Belarus." America said.

"Wait, how were you able to climb the walls?" England asked.

"It was not hard. I have to sneak up on my brother so I didn't need any help to do it. It was easy." Belarus said with a shrug as she wiped off the makeup on her face.

"But, how did Germany disappear into thin air?" France asked.

"Now, now, I can't give away all of my secrets!" America said. But most importantly, I won!"

"Wait a moment, I found the bowl of candy!" England said.

"Oh, that?" Canada asked. "I put that there. It was a way to get you to move around the house more."

"See, I won!" America said with a cheer."

"Fine, you won this time, but don't forget I still have to scare you."

"That's all well and good, but I think it's time to leave." France said. "I, for one, am getting tired."

A/N: I'm BACK! In America, it is a Halloween tradition to set up haunted houses and scared people. Of course, sometimes these haunted houses can be kid friendly but some haunted houses are so scary that they won't allow people with heart problems in. Yeah, I'd never enter one of those because I don't do well with horror. And yes, before you start to raise hell about me not doing the meme chapter here's the reason why I'm pushing it back. I've had an awful two weeks. First my computer crashed and I had to send it back to the company to get it repaired, (and I only got it back yesterday), and I got into a car accident and my car was totaled. (And before you freak out no one was hurt.) The only thing that was lost was my car. The only thing scary thing in my life is insurance bills. And not to mention all of the college work. So yes, I promise I will do the meme chapter but I wanted to write this to cheer myself up. And sense October isn't over, I may update another Halloween chapter. (And Holly Molly I wrote a large chapter didn't I?) And by the way, I wrote the song.