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A/N: Hey, everyone! For anyone who didn't know, our story was deleted. So we reposted it under "M" rating this time. Hopefully that was the only issue.

Spring break turned out to be a bad time to try and post. Being around the family didn't give us any time to play. Sorry about that!

Sorry, it's late and I'm tired.

Happy Easter!

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Cyprus stood in the doorway of the parlor, staring at Liechtenstein and Northern Ireland in horror.

"Where's Iceland?" he asked in a shaky voice.

"H-He went looking for you," Liechtenstein sniffed as Northern Ireland turned his head back and forth like a bird. "Where's Hong Kong?" she asked. Not a Bastard stalked into the room, passing Cyprus with a flick of his tail.

Cyprus hung his head, inhaling deeply. He closed his eyes tightly as he spoke. "Hong Kong is dead."

"Was?" Liechtenstein bolted to her feet. Northern Ireland stopped his strange head dance to 'stare' at Not a Bastard with a wide eyes.

"Oh God, he talks!" The winged nation fell back in his rush to escape the cat who stuck his tongue out at him.

"Ne?" Cyprus glared at Northern Ireland through his tears. "I'm being serious, you ass. Six nations are dead and you're cracking joke."

"I'm not joking! I just heard a voice in my head," Northern Ireland wailed and Liechtenstein crouched down to stroke his wing soothingly.

Cyprus took a steadying breath, trying to calm down. "I didn't mean to snap, Northern Ireland," he said. "I'm just stressed is all. I'm the oldest nation here now. I'm responsible for you two."

"I-It's okay," Northern Ireland sniffed and crossed his legs. "But that damn's cat starting to freak me out."

"What is he saying?" Liechtenstein asked nervously.

"H-He says we need to . . . break the clocks to escape." Northern Ireland cocked his head, squinting as he tried to understand the cat.

"The clocks?" Cyprus glanced around the parlor. "I don't see a clock anywhere."

"Oh, um, I kind of broke that clock. "Northern Ireland flushed. Not a Bastard's eyes flashed and the nation jumped in surprise.

"I something wrong?" Cyprus knelt beside Northern Ireland and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"He spoke again. He says there's a grandfather clock in the upstairs study. We need to break that one after we break the rest of the clocks." Not a Bastard's tail twitched and he seemed to smirk as Northern Ireland spoke.

"Okay." Cyprus closed his eyes and nodded. "The fastest way to get to the study is through the upstairs drawing room."

"So if we break the clocks then we're free?" Liechtenstein asked sadly. They could leave the mansion but not their friends. How could she live with that on her conscience?

"Evet." Cyprus squeezed the female nation's shoulder reassuringly.

"Then let's go." Northern Ireland scrambled to his feet and nearly fell over in the process.

Cyprus caught the winged nation and steadied him. "Come on," he said. "I'll lead you." Taking Northern Ireland's hand, Cyprus dragged him from the room. Liechtenstein followed the pair as the blind nation stepped carefully down the hall. Not a Bastard led the group up the stairs and to Luxemburg's bedroom.

"I said drawing room, Notty." Cyprus told the cat, confused.

Understanding what the cat wanted, Liechtenstein marched up to the mantle and snatched the clock. "This is for Lux." She threw the clock against the floor where it shattered and hissed. Not a Bastard seemed to grin as he mewled happily.

Cyprus nodded slowly. "Okay, let's go to the study now," he said. "Before any more of us get into trouble."

"Ja." Liechtenstein nodded firmly. The thought of escaping the mansion had helped her to stop crying. Not a Bastard led them out of the room and into Hong Kong's and Iceland's. He looked pointedly at the ticking clock. Cyprus approached the clock and took it down, looking at it silently. Suddenly, he raised it above his head and slammed it into the floor in one swift motion. The clock smoked and Not a Bastard nodded, turning to leave. Cyprus could see the cat was set on leading them through the entire house to break the clocks.

"We're going to the study," Cyprus growled and, grabbing Northern Ireland's hand, he headed for the drawing room. Not a Bastard hissed, shaking his head angrily. Liechtenstein followed the older nation as Northern Ireland stumbled along.

"He's saying we have to . . . um. Will you speak clearly?" Northern Ireland glared in the general direction of Not a Bastard who hissed at him.

"Ignore the damn cat," Cyprus said. "He'll just take us through the whole house." He stopped at the drawing room. The floorboards were worn and the furniture had been moved from the center of the room. The only object in the very center was a heavy looking table.

"What is it?" Northern Ireland turned his head like a bird again, trying to find out why Cyprus had stopped. Liechtenstein peeked over his shoulder curiously.

"It's nothing." Cyprus stepped into the room and the floorboards creaked in protest. Liechtenstein followed him quickly with Northern Ireland stepping carefully across the floor.

Halfway across the room the floor gave way. Liechtenstein jumped out of the way just in time that she didn't plummet to her death. Cyprus and Northern Ireland weren't so lucky. The older of the two nations hung from the edge of the hole as he tried to hold onto Northern Ireland.

"Gah!" Northern Ireland scrabbled wildly, his wings flapping as he tried to fly his way to safety. "What's happening? Where's the floor?"

"Dammit, hold on!" Cyprus struggled to keep a grip on the writhing Northern Ireland. "Stop struggling, I can't hold on to you with you doing that."

Northern Ireland pulled his wigs taut against his back and whimpered. "P-Please . . . don't let me fall. Don't let me die," he begged.

"I won't." Cyprus jerked, trying to haul himself over the edge. The added weight of Northern Ireland wasn't helping in the least bit. Liechtenstein leapt forward and seized Cyprus' arm, tugging. Suddenly, the rug was yanked out from under her. The jerk caused both Liechtenstein's and Cyprus' grips to slacken.

Cyprus' eyes widened. "No!" Northern Ireland scrabbled wildly before he fell into the darkness with a screech. Cyprus could do nothing but watch the nation fall.

"Northern Ireland!" Liechtenstein managed to help Cyprus from the hole. The older nation knelt on the floor, staring in horror. A terrible creaking filled the air coming from the floorboards beneath the table.

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Northern Ireland whimpered in his curled up fetal position. His wing was crippled and both his legs had shattered from the fall. Every movement he made jostled his injured limbs.

"I want Ireland," Northern Ireland cried softly. A low creaking filled the air above him and the winged nation froze. "H-Hello?" he called, hiccupping.

There was a loud snapping sound and he heard Cyprus scream. "Northern Ireland!" Northern Ireland screamed and covered his head.

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

The heavy table of the drawing room fell through the air and crashed on Northern Ireland. Just as the winged nation felt his consciousness slipping, he felt something slither around his ankles and tighten.

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Romania sat at the kitchen table, glancing around himself. China, Norway, Netherlands, Switzerland, Ireland, Australia, Estonia, France, Turkey, America, Canada, and Greenland were crammed into the kitchen. Minnesota had been told to watch some television while the nations talked.

"Really, do we need everyone in here?" Romania looked to America. "I thought you just needed my help with something."

America opened his mouth to speak but Canada beat him to it. "There's a vengeful ex-nation residing in a house here in China. All of their," Canada said, motioning to the gathered nations. "Siblings are in that house."

"And every premonition I have about that house include a lot of blood and what looks like death traps," America added quickly.

Romania steepled his fingers, his eyes closed as he listened. "And why are you asking me about this nation?" he asked.

"We want to know if you know who the nation is." America scratched the back of his head. "Some of the kids called around, everyone else says it's not their relative . . ." He trailed off and Canada picked up once more,

"Do you have any . . . deceased relatives?"

"I have three dead relatives." Romania opened his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "Moldavia, Dobruja, and Wallachia. I hardly see what they have to do with this."

"Yeah, I'd like to know that too," Ireland said, fanning his gold wings.

"Something is happing at this house," Canada sighed. "We don't know what exactly, but there's a lot of blood."

"A lot of blood?" Romania quirked an eyebrow. "It sounds like America's been watching too many horror moves. America bristled and snapped in Lakota.

"Dad," Minnesota called from the living room. "Watch your tongue."

"Why did you ask me to come?" Romania asked, glaring at America. "Does it have to do with my horrible past of vampires?" he spoke the last word mockingly.

"No!" America stopped and took a steadying breath. "My brother, sister, and I like to hunt ghosts. It's a bit of a pastime. South joins occasionally, but that's just when she and I hunt in our country. She doesn't like hunting abroad."

"A storm told sis that bad things were happening in China," Canada continued. "We, the New World Magicians, spoke with each other and concluded there was a violent poltergeist in China. South and I went to Georgia, who's an expert on ghosts, and we researched until we discovered that it wasn't a poltergeist but a vengeful ex-nation."

"I still do not get it, aru," China muttered.

"WHEN HAVE BLOOD AND NOOSES EVER BEEN A GOOD THING?" America roared and a few nations jumped in surprise. Romania heard Minnesota make an annoyed sound.

"Look, I'll come with you," Romania sighed. "But I can't promise anything." America grumbled in Lakota and Canada shot him a furious look. Minnesota finally stalked into the kitchen and dragged her father out.

"If that's all we can ask for," Canada said.

"Are we going then?" Switzerland snapped. "Liechtenstein has been alone in that house with the boys for long enough."

Romania grinned. "Fine." He stood, grumbling in Romanian. "Why did the nation have to be a whole damn six hours ahead of me?"

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Cyprus stared at the seemingly bottomless pit in horror. He had just watched the desk fall through the floor and no doubt kill Northern Ireland, who had begged Cyprus not to let him die. A few scraps of wood broke off the floor and fell into the darkness. Cyprus fell to his knees, his arms hanging limply at his sides.

"Northern. Ireland."

Liechtenstein trembled, her eyes wide. "H-He's dead?" Tears spilled from her eyes. "I can't believe it. I want to go home," she wailed. "I want to go back in time and pretend this never happened." Not a Bastard stared at the hole in the floor disdainfully.

The house was filled with the chiming of the many clocks once more. The grandfather clock in the study was the loudest, seeming to mock the last two nations. Not a Bastard hissed as the loud chiming filled the entire house and shook the walls. Cyprus jerked his head up and stared at the empty doorway. Liechtenstein continued sob as the male nation stood, still staring at the doorway.

"Liechtenstein." Cyprus didn't look away from the doorway.

"W-Was?" Liechtenstein sniffed.

"I thought I heard something." Cyprus moved forward, taking Liechtenstein's hand and dragging her with. He paused in the doorway and looked down the hallway.

"What was it?" Liechtenstein hiccupped as she tried to stop crying.

"I'm not sure." Cyprus headed down the hallway, still dragging Liechtenstein behind himself. He stopped at the last bedroom and looked around the hallway. "I think there's some here."

"Who?" Liechtenstein stopped sniveling immediately, terrified.

"I heard footsteps," Cyprus ignored the question as he moved into the bedroom.

"Was?" Liechtenstein stopped in her tracks. "I didn't hear anything."

"I swear I heard footsteps." Cyprus began to search around the room, finally releasing the other nation. A strange 'cuckoo' sound filled the air and Liechtenstein glanced up curiously. If she wasn't mistaken, that was a cuckoo clock. Glancing back at Cyprus, the female nation ascended a flight of small stairs to an attic that had clearly been changed into a nursery.

"Liechtenstein?" Cyprus turned around and spotted the empty doorway. "Liechtenstein!" He raced to look around the hallway.

The nursery was dusty and filled with an array of child things. A rocking horse creaked lightly in the corner. A small table was set up in the middle of the room, dolls situated in the chairs. On a shelf filled with children's books was a small portable cuckoo clock. The yellow bird popped out cheerfully to make the ridiculous call.

Liechtenstein blinked in surprise before approaching the cuckoo clock. Gingerly taking it down, she lifted it above her head and threw it as hard as he could against the floor. The clock broke on impact and smoked hissed from its gears. Satisfied, Liechtenstein turned around and left the attic, descending the stairs. The wood creaked dangerously as she moved down. Cyprus looked relived to see her.

"Where did you go, Liechtenstein?" he asked.

"Up to the attic, there was a cuckoo clock up there." Liechtenstein froze as a single step creaked ominously.

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

The step snapped in half, sending Liechtenstein tumbling to the ground in a shower of wood and dust.

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Cyprus stared in horror as Liechtenstein disappeared in the mess of the crumbling stairs. He took a step back, breathing heavily. Nine had entered the mansion and in only a couple of days, he was the last nation left.

"Tanrım." Cyprus stared wide-eyed at the stairs. "Tanrım!"

The walls began to shake, as if a wind was blowing madly through the halls. Terrified, Cyprus turned and fled. The structure around him began to move as through struck by an earthquake. The nation stumbled down the stairs and collided with a wall. Shoving off, staring at what should have been the door.

The invisible wind moved down the stairs and began to shake the entry hall. In a panic, Cyprus raced down the hallway. He collided with another wall and slid down into the corner. Covering his ears, he stared in horror at the hall before him.

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

Cyprus' scream echoed throughout the entire mansion as everything settled back into place peacefully.

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Leaves crunched as feet stopped walking. Thirteen figures stared at the mansion before them.

"So . . ." Turkey broke the silence. "This is it."


A/N: What did you think? There's not much I can add here right now. I'm tired and cold.