Geek: Okay, it already says on the summary, but I guess I have to repeat it. This is very CRACKTASTIC. It will have OOC characters since I haven't wrote most of the characters before. It's not supposed to have this well thought out plot. It's just something I do to help my writing . Oh, and for all the PMs I keep getting about 'OMFG YOU KILLED OF VIC?!' Oh ye of little faith. Who said anything about Vic dying? *grins evilly*

Introductions went around as they accepted Rei in the group. He looked very bewildered, pushing up his bright red glasses and glancing at the walls with his purple eyes as if he was afraid something would pop out and attack him. However he seemed to become good friends with Kyoya, which I found strangely fitting. Their personalities were similar in some ways and with Rei being somewhat over dramatic at times, being in resemblance to Tamaki in some manners, Rei and Kyoya started talking. I guess being the only two humans here besides myself helped them and the very slim chance that their worlds may be very close.

Rei had arrived with normal jeans a white tee shirt with his swim club jacket unzipped. A pistol of sorts was tucked in the jacket's pocket, shimmering silver. He said he wouldn't use it. I wasn't sure how long that promise would last. Erwin lead the way through the halls, as any commander would. Suddenly, Erwin stopped, making everyone, except for Rei and Kyoya who weren't walking in single file line, ran into the person in front of them.

I peeked out from behind Erwin and raised an eyebrow. A room that was circular and had several doors. Black speakers hung in the center of the room and the wall was paneled with wood. Doors made of different materials were placed randomly in the room with no visible order or organization. What was most odd was that a white carpet with light pink splatters on it covered the floor. The splatters looked almost like paint, but something felt off about the carpet. I stepped into the doorless threshold, and the room suddenly turned cold. A shiver ran up my spine.

"This place...it smells like iron and copper...I hate that mix." France mutters, barely audible.

"Blood...it smells like blood." Erwin says, confirming my suspicions.

"Great…" I mumble sarcastically.

Kyoya walked up to a painted white door with a gold knob almost robotically.

"Kyoya." Rei warned, which seemed to snap Kyoya to reality, his pale, slender fingers ghosting over the knob.

His eyes looked soft, wistful. Childish and innocent and almost full of a sad love.

"Sorry...I just...I know this door."

"What do you mean, 'you know this door'?" Asks Scar gruffly.

Kyoya turned to look at the commander, his eyes hardening. His silver eyes were gone of their former sadness and pulled his calm mask back on. I realized it was some sort of coping mechanism. He was always calm, that was just his personality. But the aloof, 'I'm better than you' look was something different.

"It reminded me of something, okay?" Kyoya snapped uncaricaristically.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sebastian walk up to an old, big wooden Victorian-England style door with a brass lion knocker and oriental gold knob.

The door slammed open, causing the demon butler to jump and making every character's head and mine turn to it. Wherever the door lead to, it was pitch black. Sebastian moved closer cautiously, staying far out arm's reach of the entrance.

A pair of green-yellow eyes appeared, glasses flashing underneath them. Then a second pair of eyes appeared. Angular and gold ones with glasses as well. A third pair appeared, these eyes were more green but they still had a circle or two of yellow in it. Next childish icey blue eyes appeared, but they weren't as circular as the last pair of eyes that appeared. The last pair of eyes were unmistakable. One eye was a deep, sapphire blue. And the other was a glow with a purple pentagram.

"My...lord…?" Sebastian asked hesitantly, taking a cautious step forward.

A white gloved hand and a black suit sleeved arm grabbed out suddenly, grabbing onto Sebastian's arm.

"What the bloody-?!"

Another arm with a red sleeve and a shiny black gloved hand grabbed his other shoulder, forcing him to a kneeling position. Then another with a purple sleeve grabbed his right leg the same time a black sleeve with white skin and black nails grabbed his left. Lastly, a black gloved pair of hands reached over his eyes and they pulled him quickly, the door shutting behind them.

France quickly ran over to the door, jiggling the door knob, but it was locked.

"It won't open!" France shouts, obviously frustrated.

He ran a hand through his hair.

Then Kyoya's door opened, and quickly two pairs of golden eyes, a pair of brown, a pair of purple, a pair of gray, and a pair of light brown eyes appeared.

Hands grabbed for the back of his shirt and his arms.

He shouted and reached out to Rin with one free hand.

Rin tried to grab Kyoya's hand but it was too late.

Kyoya was dragged into the door.

"Dammit, where the hell are they going?!" Shouts Scar, hitting a wall with his fist, his ruby eyes glowing with anger.

Another door opened, a dark wooden one. A pair of big, forest green eyes appeared, as did a purple pair with circular glasses, a sky blue pair with rectangular glasses, a pair of peridot green eyes, another pair of ruby red, a more feminine pair of brown eyes and a similarly feminine pair of light blue, almost clear eyes hidden behind oval glasses.

"Francis…" A soft whisper called, beckoning France closer.

"M-Matthieu?" France whispers, like a father who hasn't seen his son in ages.

"Papa!" To separate female, vaguely French accented voices plead.

"Francis help us!" A loud, German voice shouts, it's voice full of pain.

"Amigo help! It's scary and it hurts! WE'RE DYING!" Screams a Spanish voice.

"Francis...please help us. I'm trying to protect Mattie but I can't…" An American voice pleads, a painful scream tearing through his voice.

"Francis...please help us! You bloody wanker! I'm dying! Help me! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" A British accented voice screamed.

That did it for France. He rushed over.

"France no! It's not real!" I shouted running over to him but it was too late.

The hands of the fake nations grabbed at the front of his shirt and pulled him in. He didn't even attempt to break free of their grasps.

I slammed my hands on the door.

"...No…" I mumble.

We all sat in silence. Erwin, Rei, Scar and I. Hoping that they would return.

And when they did the carpet would get any more red and pink.