"Darkness falls across the land

The midnight hour is close at hand

Creatures crawl in search of blood

To terrorize your neighborhood

And whosoever shall be found

Without the soul for getting down

Must stand and face the hounds of hell

And rot inside a corpse's shell

The foulest stench is in the air

The funk of forty thousand years

And grisly ghouls from every tomb

Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive

Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal can resist

The evil of the thriller"

England walks into the house and is blown away but the intense music playing in his ears. Canada stumbles out a closet nearby and trips over the toilet paper wrapped around him.

"Grrrr?" Canada stands back up, "Al, I don't think this is working."

"Happy Halloween, Mathew." Arthur smiles.

America turns off the music and walks down the stairs to meet the two. Fake blood and prosthetics sticking all over his body. A plastic chainsaw in his hand.

"I thought I would've got you this year, man. I got Michael Jackson in and everything."

England takes off his coat and hangs it up in the closet, with small pieces of toilet paper on the floor that fell off of Canada.

"Where's your scare tactic?" Canada asks as he fumbles with the toilet paper around his head.

"Oh you'll find out."

The North American brothers shiver and walk into the living room to watch some horror movies. England follows after them. The two brothers take off their costumes and plop on the couch. America sits next to Canada and whispers in his ear to beware of any scare tactics that England will attempt.

"That movie was terrible. America you're movies are just too weird sometimes." England says eating popcorn after watching a zombie movie. He and Canada even laughed at some parts because of how cheesy it was. While America was huddled in the corner of the room with a blanket over his head.

"Hehe, that wasn't so scary." America lies, getting out of his corner. "I'm going to the bathroom I'll be right back."

England and Canada sit in the living room patiently playing with some of the halloween decorations that America has used over and over again for years.

"What is taking that wanker so long?"

"He might still be crying from the ending of the movie. It was very bloody."

England stands up and walks towards the hallway, "I'm going to check on him."

Arthur walks up the stairs and falls halfway up, his hand reaching to clutch his head. A sharp pain dug into the back of his head. He felt this before. When he attacked France, but this time it's stronger. The Englishman struggled to crawl up the steps, sweat beading down his forehead. His eye sight suddenly began to strengthen, and his movements became faster. Orange hair took place of his blonde. America was upstairs. It would be so easy to get to him when he's all defenseless in the bathroom.

The British man walked up to the second floor and down the hallway. He could hear America talking to himself in the mirror.

"Ok Alfred, you are an American. You are army strong. You are the face of freedom. Nothing can get in your way. Not even creepy zombie hordes ready to attack everything you love!"

England pushes the bathroom door open and pokes his head inside.

"AAAAHHHH!" America falls back into the bath tub and begins to laugh, "Iggy, is that all you can come up with? Just 'cuz you'r dressed as a ginger doesn't mean you're a witch. This is the 21st century, dude."

England laughs and jumps on Alfred's lap before he can get up, wrapping his slender fingers around the American's neck.

"Did I ever tell you how cute you were when you were a child?" England asks with a squeaky voice, "All under my control. But then you left."

England squeezes harder making America struggle for air, his hands trying to pull off England's.

"You couldn't just stay with me could you. Do you know how hard I suffered because of you?!"

WHACK!

Canada stands behind the unconscious Arthur, a baseball bat in his hands. America breathes in deep breathes of air, his hand on his chest. England lays on the ground, back to normal.

"Al, are you alright?" Canada helps his brother up.

"Yea," America croaks, "Call France."

The North American countries carry Arthur to the kitchen and tie him to one of the dining chairs. America holds an ice pack to his neck. They wait for France's arrival to talk it out.