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A/N: Hey, everyone!

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Six

After the death of Latvia, the surviving nations gathered in the study on the second floor, the one with the grandfather clock. Seychelles sat on the loveseat, rocking the sobbing Liechtenstein on her lap. New Zealand, Northern Ireland, Iceland, and Luxemburg had took up two more couches by the window. Hong Kong stood with his back to the lit fireplace, facing the gathered nations.

The room was silent until Iceland finally looked up from his hands. "What is going on?" he asked. "Latvia is dead. I think there's something you're not telling us."

"D-D you promise not to be mad at me?" Hong Kong asked softly as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. None of them noticed Not a Bastard leaping onto the windowsill, bending his head in such a way someone could have been petting him.

"Depends," Luxemburg said, crossing his arms with a scowl.

Hong Kong bit his lips as tears formed in his eyes. "T-There's been a series of murders," he said. "I didn't think it was this house. I thought it was the one a few miles east of here. I also thought it had been a serial killer who had been caught a few years ago."

"You thought all that and got us into the mess?" Luxemburg sputtered. Seychelles held her young friend closer, in a protective manner. New Zealand glanced to the crying German nation.

"I'm going to get some water," New Zealand said. He stood and left the room before anyone could stop him.

Hong Kong sank to the floor, tears streaming down his face. "I didn't mean to," he whispered.

"I'm not mad at you." Northern Ireland shrugged. "My brother and I sunk an entire city of Atlantis by accident. Not to mention your brother started World War Three," he added, looking pointedly at Iceland.

Iceland rolled his eyes. "Alright, we get it," he said. "Everyone makes mistakes once in a while. Granted, our mistakes are catastrophic.

"I don't blame you either." Cyprus looked over his shoulder. "You didn't know this was going to happen."

Hong Kong smiled weakly at his friends' support. "T-Thank you." Not a Bastard scowled and leapt from his perch on the windowsill, stalking to sit beside Hong Kong before the fireplace. He glared at each nation in turn.

"What is with Notty?" Luxemburg scowled right back at the cat.

Cyprus shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "He's never acted like this before." The ginger cat stalked right up to Cyprus, stopping at his leg. He licked the scar running up the nation's calf. It was a memorabilia of Ottoman's punishment for releasing Greece. Cyprus jumped back and glared down at the cat, nudging him away.

"What is with you, you dumb cat?" Cyprus demanded. Not a Bastard hissed loudly and scratched Cyprus' leg, leaving a deep cut.

Northern Ireland watched the cat for a moment before speaking. "He's enough for one person," he commented.

"What?" Iceland looked between the Celtic nation and the cat as Cyprus swore, examining his leg. "You can't be serious!"

"Only if we run out of food." Northern Ireland shrugged. "But then again . . . are we trapped in the house? You did say there were other doors, right, Hong Kong?"

"Yes," Hong Kong said quickly with a nod. "There's one in the kitchen."

"Hey." Luxemburg stopped giving Northern Ireland strange looks. "Where did New Zealand go?" he asked.

"Didn't he go get water for Liechtenstein?" Northern Ireland ruffled his feathers, regretting what he had said about the cat. Not a Bastard froze in the action of scratching Cyprus once more. Hissing, he bolted from the room.

"What. The. Hell?" Luxemburg stared after the cat, shocked. Not a Bastard appeared in the doorway and hissed again. Northern Ireland shrugged and followed the cat. Slowly, the other nations followed Not a Bastard who led them to the kitchen on the first floor.

Seychelles stopped in the doorway, gasping and shoving Liechtenstein around the corner before she could see it. Iceland, Cyprus, Hong Kong, Northern Ireland, and Luxemburg stared at the scene in shock. The knives that had been previously hanging on hooks above the sink were scattered around the kitchen. At least seven of them seemed to have flown into the still form of New Zealand.

Iceland stumbled away from the body of his friend and vomited in the sink.

"New Zealand?" Cyprus stared at the body in horror. How could this have happened?

Northern Ireland sank to the floor, his eyes wide as he stared at his nephew. Not a Bastard gazed at the body of New Zealand with furious red eyes. A single knife lodged into the wall above Iceland's head wiggled, falling beside the fox-nation's hand with a dull thunk.

Iceland jerked his hand away, staring at the knife. "This place is possessed," he croaked. He felt something gently tug on one of his ears in a familiar gesture. Not a Bastard's eyes flicked to Iceland then back to New Zealand.

"What is it?" Liechtenstein called from the hallway. She attempted to peek through the doorway but Cyprus stepped in her line of vision, his head bent.

"It's New Zealand," Cyprus said softly.

"W-Was?" Tears filled Liechtenstein's eyes. "Is he . . . dead?" she squeaked.

Cyprus hung his head. "Evet."

"I WANT OUT!" Northern Ireland suddenly shouted, shoving past Cyprus and darting from the room.

"Northern Ireland!" Luxemburg chased after the winged nation.

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After five and a half of hours of driving and three pit stops, Canada and South finally arrived in Savannah, Georgia. The ex-nation hummed happily as she stepped out of the car. The house they had parked before was a Palladian style, styled after the houses from the Civil War time. A teenager stood on the porch in a tank top and shorts, her red hair drawn back in a bun. Her nose was decorated with a splash of freckles.

"Auntie Mama!" Georgia grinned widely, planting her hands on her hips.

"Georgie!" South called back and opened her arms for a hug. The Southern state raced in her Aunt's arms, nearly tackling the pregnant ex-nation.

"How are you, Auntie Mama?" Georgia asked, stepping out of the hug.

"I'm fine." South grinned down at her niece. "I've got three more comin'."

Georgia's eyes widened in shock. "Three?" she repeated." I guess it can't be that bad. Mama had four ankle biters at once."

"I would never want to do that," South said, as shocked as Georgia at the idea. "Mama is a very brave woman."

Georgia nodded solemnly. "Yes, she is."

"Maple, it's hot out here." Canada said as he stepped out of the car.

"Honey, it's a bit chilly." Georgia grinned at the nation's shocked face. "You'd say the same thing in thirty below, Minnesota does all the time."

South shook her head. "I haven't gotten to meet that loon yet, I'm not sure I want to."

"Don't go in the middle of winter. Not only is it ridiculously cold, but the entire Midwest goes stir crazy and decides to part and get drunk. It never ends well. I've lost count how many times Mama or Daddy has gone to stop a party." Georgia shook her head in disbelief.

"Um . . . can we focus, please?" Canada asked with an innocent smile.

"Oh, right, of course." Georgia led the way into the Southern style house. "Auntie Mama, I took the liberty of opening your private library."

"Thank you much, Georgie." South smiled as she followed her niece.

"South has a private library?" Canada asked.

"Of course." Georgia nodded. "It was nearly destroyed in World War Three. I had to call Florida and Alabama to help me haul all the books into the underground tunnels. Florida was all for sendin' them to Disney World."

"This is the reason I love my niece." South grinned. "She does what I can't. I was too busy in World War Three to save my own books. The poor house got destroyed."

"Yes, it did. But we rebuilt it!" Georgia smiled widely. "Here we are, all ya'll need to know about ghosts and poltergeists and what have you."

"Tak," Canada said and Georgia's smile slipped away.

"They will all die," Georgia hissed.

"Uh . . . Georgie?" South asked uncertainly. She'd never seen any of her nieces or nephews act this way before.

"They will all die! Daddy lied to us and told us England was our granddaddy. And a year ago he comes a sayin' Denmark, Norway, Sweden, and Finland are our granddaddies. They will all die!" Georgia turned into the library. "Alright, we've got a section on kind spirits, one on malevolent spirits, and that half of a bookshelf is reserved just for poltergeists. Any questions?" The state turned to the nations, back to her chipper self once more.

Canada gaped at his niece. "South . . . she's just like you."

"Really?" South brightened up. "Thank you, Northie!"

"Eh . . . whatever." Canada shrugged and took a book down. Georgia grabbed another and they moved to sit at a table. South looked through the selection of books before choosing several and joining the nation and state at the table.

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Fifteen hours stuck on a plane did not put Greenland in a good mood when they finally landed in China. The female nation yawned widely as she and her younger brother de-boarded the plane. The Chinese airport was bustling with passengers, jostling the American nations back and forth.

"Please tell me how you manage this, bror," Greenland said in an aggravated tone.

"I usually take my own plane," America laughed. "It's a relic from World War Two . . . Ah, shit," the nation swore at the sight of China standing beside the baggage claim, looking furious with the two nations.

"Who's that?" Greenland asked curiously.

"That . . ." America said weakly. "Is a very angry China who doesn't want me in his country." The Asian nation watched the siblings retrieve their baggage with angry eyes. Setting her suitcase on the ground, Greenland straightened up and practically stormed up to the ancient nation.

"Hello," Greenland said, stopping abruptly and planting her hands on her hips.

"What are you doing in here, Alfred?" China asked, ignoring Greenland's greeting. "You didn't ask for my permission, aru."

"Yeah, sorry about that, but it was urgent, Yao." America grinned as China huffed at him.

"Whatever, the others are at my house. I am going to drive you there, you will explain why you are here, and then you will go straight back to America, aru." China turned to storm away but he was stopped when a hand seized his sleeve. "Shénme?" He looked over his shoulder.

Greenland kept a tight hold on China's sleeve. "I'm Clarice Nielsen," she introduced herself.

"I am Wang Yao." China pulled his arm free. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Clarice, aru." And with that, he led the siblings to his car then drove them to his house where they were seated in the living room, surrounded by several nations.

"Now talk, why are you here, aru?" China crossed his arms with a scowl.

"Hey, America?" Greenland leaned toward her brother, keeping her eyes on the Asian nation before her.

"Ja?" America leaned his ear in.

"I feel like I'm on one those cop shows and they caught the bad guy," Greenland said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "And now they're demanding to know why we killed someone." She had no idea what she had just started with her eccentric brother.

America's face hardened as he spoke to the surrounding nations. "The bastard murdered my parents," he said. "Do you really think I was going to let them live?" China balked. What was America talking about? Norway pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing what was coming from his son. "And now you're getting in the way of me killing the last man. To hell with you!" The North American nation leapt forward and seized China by the front of his shirt.

"Aiyah! What are you doing, aru?" China struggled in the firm grip. Greenland really wanted to hit her brother at this point.

"This is for my mother." America pulled a fist back. No one made a move to stop the nation as they watched in fascination. Greenland glanced around the room before sighing and hanging her head. China flinched as America's fist flew for his face. At the sight, Greenland yelped and covered her face. America was going to get them thrown out of the country! Australia looked just plain excited by the scene. To everyone else, America's fist connected with China's chin and the Asian nation collapsed to the floor holding his face.

"America!" Greenland leapt to her feet in fear and surprise. What was her brother thinking?

"He deserved it," Turkey muttered. "Gettin' between America and the murderer."

America planted his hands on his hips as China glared up at him. "What are you going to do about it, old man?" America asked belligerently.

"You will pay for that." China staggered to his feet. "That man you killed was my nephew, aru." Switzerland dropped his face into this hands. He couldn't believe the four thousand year old nation was acting like a seven year old now.

"Come and get me," America said with a grin. China swung a punch at him and the younger nation dodged, slapping him on the back. The Asian nation made a big show of collapsing to the floor in pain.

Netherlands quirked an eyebrow. "You can do better than that," he said.

"I do not see you dying from a broken spine, aru." China glared up at the Dutch nation.

America grinned wickedly. "You all did it," he said. "You all work for the mafia who killed my parent." Australia was starting to look extremely excited about the game, but Greenland decided it was time for her step in.

"America!" Greenland snapped. "How old are you?"

"Um . . . two hundred and thirty six!" America held up seven fingers with a cocky grin. He loved messing with his sister.

Greenland shook her head, staring at her brother. "Can we please talk about why we're here? And you," she said to China. "Just how old are you?"

"Are we talking about Chinese or the rest of the world standards, aru?" China asked with a straight face.

"Oh!" Greenland threw her hands up. "You've got a poltergeist."

China stood, dusting himself off. "Of course I do," he said. "There are many poltergeists here, aru." America's grin slipped from his face and his head cocked. His lips moved wordlessly as his eyes flicked to and fro.

Greenland sighed, exasperated. "Do you know a mansion on a hill?" she asked. "It's surrounded by trees." America's tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he focused.

"Yes, I just bought a mansion like that a few months ago, aru," China said.

"Greeny . . ." America tugged on Greenland's sleeve.

"What? I told you not to call me that." Greenland turned to look at her brother. America looked ready to cry.

"But . . . Greeny . . ." America whimpered miserably.

Greenland's scowl slipped away and she dragged America onto the couch with her. "What is it, lille én? (little one?)" She brushed America's hair out of his face. China frowned in confusion, he was about to ask what was going on when America spoke.

"I-I see blood, lots of it. And there's water and . . . a hole." America cocked his head. "But I keep seeing a noose hanging form a celling."

Greenland paled at the words and she turned to China. "What do you know about this mansion?"

"Not much." China shrugged. "Hong Kong was reading about a possible string of murderers that could have happened there, aru."

"And you didn't think anything of it?" Greenland scowled. "Easterners."

"America buys plenty of haunted houses, aru," China argued.

"That doesn't mean anything-" Greenland's snappy response was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. Quickly, she answered it. "Hello, South? . . . What's going on? . . . So you did manage to learn something?" The female nation paled as she listened. Slowly, she hung up the phone.

America looked even worse, having heard everything telepathically from his twin sister. "Th-That's even worse than I thought it was. I can't believe my own kids want to murder their grandfathers." Norway glanced at his son incredulously.

Greenland frowned before slapping her brother upside the head. "America!"

"Beklager." America ducked his head.

"Alright, will one of you explain to me why you are here and what is going on, aru?" China demanded.

"Um . . . a storm told sis there was a poltergeist here, somewhere in China. And, well, Canada, Greenland and I like to hunt ghosts as a past time." America smiled weakly.

"Well, it turns out you don't have a poltergeist," Greenland continued.

"What are you talking about, aru?" China threw his hands up in exasperation.

"The mansion that you sent your brother and his friends to . . ."

"It has a vengeful ex-nation."

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Making his way through the dining room, Luxemburg stopped outside panting.

"Northern Ireland?" Luxemburg called breathlessly. He stepped into a glass room, looking around. Plants grew everywhere in the greenhouse. Large trees formed a canopy for the forest floor plants.

"W-What?" Northern Ireland looked over his shoulder. His silver wings were tucked tightly against his body and he was bent over a rosebush.

"Are you alright?" Luxemburg moved to stand behind the Celtic nation. "You kind of freaked us all out back there, running off and all."

Northern Ireland turned back to the rosebush, cupping a blossom. "I just saw my nephew dead, probably murdered, do you think I'm alright?" he asked softly.

"I guess not." Luxemburg wandered to a tree, looking up into its branches. The willow's leaves hung down like a curtain. "Look, New Zealand is gone and we need to get out of here."

Northern Ireland turned to look at Luxemburg once more and freeze. "GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE!"

"What?" Luxemburg humped as a drop of sap landed on his arm. "What the heck?" He glanced up, shutting his eyes when more sap dribbled into one.

"LUXEMBURG!" Northern Ireland dashed forward and dragged Luxemburg out from under the tree.

"Northern Ireland, what's going on?" Luxemburg blinked slowly, his eyes glazed. Stumbling forward, he accidently ran into the winged nation. The two nation fell to the ground. When trying to sit up, the Dutch nation wiped his arm over Northern Ireland's face.

"Gah! Dammit, Luxemburg!" Northern Ireland shoved Luxemburg off himself. "That was a Mors radix."

"What the hell does that mean?" Luxemburg twitched as he stood, swaying in his spot.

"Mors radix is more commonly known as 'Death's Tears'. It's a tree form the forests of Tasmania. Its sap is deadly once it enters the body, it causes death." Northern Ireland glared at Luxemburg. His magic focusing on earth, Northern Ireland loved to study plants.

"Who cares?" Luxemburg twitched again.

"Luxemburg, sit down," Northern Ireland urged. His eyes were filling with painful tears as he watched the Dutch nation twitch once more.

"Don't. Feel. Like. It." Slowly, the Luxemburg fell still, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"Luxemburg," Northern Ireland whispered with a voice thick with tears. "You've killed yourself." Suddenly, Luxemburg collapsed to the ground screaming. He thrashed madly as the poison of the Mors radix took effect.

Northern Ireland clamped his hands over his ears, squeezing his stinging eyes shut tightly. 'Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake, the Lord may have-' The prayer was interrupted by a chilling voice echoing through the greenhouse as Luxemburg fell still.

"One by one, let's have some fun."

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Cyprus rushed to Northern Ireland's side, falling to his knees. The winged nation was curled up with his wings covering his face. Placing gentle hands on his shoulders, Cyprus shook Northern Ireland.

"Northern Ireland?" Cyprus asked softly. The last of the nations arrived in the greenhouse. Seychelles clapped over her mouth at the sight of Luxemburg. The nation was deathly pale, his chest unmoving. His body was streaked with golden spider webs.

Liechtenstein appeared in the doorway. She was silent for a split second before she screamed. "Lux!" She rushed to the dead nation, shaking him. "Lux, please!" Not a Bastard paused in the doorway, looking beyond pissed now.

"Northern Ireland, what happened?" Cyprus asked seriously. The Celtic nation whimpered but didn't answer. Cyprus gave him another shake. "Northern Ireland?"

"One . . . by . . . one . . . let's . . . have . . . some . . . fun." Northern Ireland opened his eyes. The once green irises were now a milky white.

Hong Kong stood behind Iceland, his fists clenched in his shirt. "W-What happened to him?" he asked nervously.

"Northern Ireland," Cyprus spoke in a low, commanding voice. "What happened here?"

"One . . . by . . . one . . ." The winged nation clapped his hands over his ears again.

"Northern Ireland!" Iceland marched forward and wrenched the nation's hands away. "What happened here?" he demanded.

"Fun . . ." Northern Ireland shuddered, tears falling from his eyes.

"NORTHERN IRELAND!" Cyprus shook the nation roughly, tired of his nonsense. "Luxemburg is dead! What happened here?"

"I-I can't see," Northern Ireland finally spoke a single comprehensible sentence.


A/N: Yay! Another creepy chapter!

The Mors radix DOES NOT EXIST! We made it up. Most plants are only poisonous when ingested.

Right, we forgot this in the last chapter. Lejeune is a Marine base.

Georgia is a sweet girl anyone could get along with. She calls South "Auntie Mama" since she considers South partially her mother. Since she's the Confederate States of America.