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Busy with school work and all.
Title: Curse of the Spider Lily
Summary: Our fellow APH cast members are taking a vacation at France's private vacation home on a remote island. Little do they know that they won't be leaving anytime soon and will soon uncover the mysteries of the island.
Warning: There will be pairings which includes...
GERxITA
SPAMANO
USxUK
FRAxJEA (Jeanne d'Arc)
ROCHU
HOLLxJPN (Holland)
PRUxHUN
DENxNOR
Chapter 2: …To Hell
The large group slowly treaded through the green thicket and slowly saw a large mansion rising from the horizon as they all gaped in wonder. Francis walked ahead of them, dusting the door handle before rummaging through his pockets.
"…Huh? That's strange…I'm sure I had my keys after we got off the boat," he patted down his pockets in vain. Jeanne quickly walked up to the door, a key sliding out from her sleeve and carefully unlocked the door. She sighed, smiling as she waved the key in front of the Frenchman's face, sliding it in his coat pocket and giving a pat. Alfred quickly rushed into the mansion, Arthur trying to hold him back with no avail as the overgrown child looked around the mansion's foyer. It seemed like something out of the children stories of kings and queens.
"Dude, this place is supposed to be a vacation house? It's a freaking palace!" Alfred dropped his bags to the floor and began running around the foyer, a glint of excitement in his blue eyes.
"Calm down already you bloody git," Arthur sighed in irritation, "But I do have to ask, where on earth did you come upon this place? I mean, it's a remote island—aside from that fisherman family—it's almost completely covered in a big forest and all."
"Hmm…I don't really remember much, mon ami," Francis contemplated, rubbing his stubble chin, "Do you, Jeanne?" She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.
"In any case, you should all bring your stuff upstairs to your rooms. Choose any room on any floor you want but make sure you put a name plaque on the door so we know it's occupied!" Francis smiled at the group. They all nodded in agreement and grabbed their belongings, heading up the flight of stairs. Francis then looked around, Jeanne noticing that he stood his ground. Something was bothering him and he knew it—but what? The place looks the same since the last time he has been in the prestigious mansion.
"Is something the matter, Monsieur?" she asked with a worried expression. He snapped up from his thoughts and shook his head.
"N-non, it's nothing to worry about…I hope. You should go and catch up with Elizabeta," he suggested. She hesitated, pursing her lips but nodded and complied.
"Ve~ it's so big in here!" Feliciano smiled as he quickly dropped his bags and rushed for the mattress, plopping down onto it as it let out a slow hiss of air, "So comfortable!"
"Ja, ja, hurry up and unpack your stuff already," Ludwig rolled his eyes, walking towards the bed next to Feliciano's, setting down his large bag at the foot of the bed. He knelt down to unzip it and carefully rearranged his clothes. Feliciano, on the other hand, bounced towards his bag, unzipped it, and held the bag upside-down, letting the article of clothes falling onto his bed.
"All done! Now, I'll be looking around downstairs!" the Italian quickly left the room before being scolded by the German in the nick of time. He skipped about in the corridor towards the stairs and stopped as he saw an elevator shaft. He walked closer to it to find it quite worn out; cob webs covered it as spots of rust were everywhere, almost engulfing it. Curious, he pressed the button to see if it works. Nothing. He shrugged before jumping at the loud sound coming from downstairs. It sounded like something metallic being thrown against the wall, clattering to the floor. He looked over the railing to see nothing but darkness.
"Hello? Is anyone down there?" he shouted, only to hear his voice echo into oblivion. "That's strange…everybody is unpacking in their rooms so there shouldn't be anyone down there." Feliciano headed down the stairs slowly, a hand on the rail for support in the darkness. As he descended the last step, Feliciano looked around in the semi-darkness only to see the veil curtains flutter in the draft and briefly, just briefly, a shadow moving near the front door. He squint his eyes, scrutinizing the shadow. His honey eyes then widen as the shadow moved. It stopped for a second and seemed to have turned around, as if it noticed the Italian. Slowly, two bright red orbs appeared—its eyes. He couldn't feel his legs, the shadow of what it seems to be a silhouette of a human creeping up to him. As if something clicked in his head, Feliciano ran like the wind, the shadow chasing after him.
He didn't know where he was running; anywhere seemed fine as long as whatever is chasing him didn't catch him. Looking up ahead, Feliciano saw a closet door. He quickly wrenched the door open and softly closed it to avert any attention due to noise. Trying to calm down, he slowed his breathing. Suddenly, he felt faint, as if the energy from his body was being sucked out of him. From the crevices of the closet door, Feliciano saw the shadow looming nearby. He sucked in his breath, not daring to make a noise.
The Italian sat in the closet for what it seemed to be agonizing eternity, carefully watching the faint light streaming in from the crevices. No shadows have broken the light yet but there was still that dreaded aura in the air. He had no choice; he can't stay in the closet for long. Slowly, Feliciano opened the door, stopping as it creaked from age. He looked around. Left. Nothing. Right. Two glaring orbs staring at him. Doing what he does best, the Italian ran without hesitation, the entity letting out a distorted cry that echoed in the mansion. Without realizing it, he saw the entrance door in front of him. He tried to wrench it open but found it stuck but something was off. It felt as if something was pulling back on the other side of the door, disabling the frightened Italian from escaping.
W-where? Where will I go?
Immediately, a mental image of Ludwig appeared in his mind as he found himself running back to the room, banging on the door with his hands.
"L-LUDWIG! LUDWIG, OPEN UP! PLEASE! LUD—!" the door opened as the German was quickly on the floor from Feliciano's tackle. Ludwig watched in bewilderment as he saw Feliciano quickly locking the door, even the deadbolt.
"Feli—what happened?" Ludwig reached out for him as he realized his breathing was completely ragged. He grabbed Feliciano by the shoulders, turning him around from the door to see fear in the Italian's eyes. What on Earth did he see to scare him so much? Feliciano hugged the muscular German, burying his face in his chest. Ludwig carefully wrapped his arms around the slender man, trying to calm him down.
"Shh…it's alright. Try to calm down and tell me what happened."
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