Hello everyone! Update and CHAPTER! Yes, my computer is still broken and I've been using my girlfriend's laptop to update random stories. Because I wasn't feeling up to remembering everything I had written and saved to my computer, I didn't particularly want to update. But, because I feel bad for leaving everyone without updating, I'm going to use my ENORMOUS amount of free time to work mainly on Slender! That's right! I've got so much free time, I've got nothing better to do than search up random Slender related things to help me write this b! So, here goes nothing! My attempt at writing chapter 8! I hope it's good, because I'm wanting some major things to go down!

'But, Shu, why are you writing now? Why not wait until your laptop comes back from the doctor's?' Why? Well because one generous Anon reviewer told me to look up Tribe Twelve! Yup! Don't watch those half asleep, shit gets real. Very real.

Anywho! The story continues!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, Slenderman (because if I did, I'd be beast during a Zombie Apocalypse and God wouldn't allow that [Slender: Dammit...] I know...), nor any of the Slenderman Wikis or videos or pictures or blogs or anything related to Slender!

Arthur looked between the other nations that gathered around him and Matthew. How could he explain this? Obviously a few of them would start to, lack of a better phrase, freak out. But he wasn't sure he was willing to tell them the whole poem. Maybe half? Of course, Francis would know he was lying on spot. Bloody frog. Standing from the dark green couch, Arthur cleared his throat. That poem was disturbing, lack of a better word. And it chilled him to the bone. Matthew, meanwhile, lay still as if nothing had happened. As if he didn't just wake up out of no where and mumble the most obscene poem anyone had ever heard. Who would write such a thing? Turning to the others, Arthur let out a sigh. Here goes nothing...

"What do you mean he recited that WHOLE poem?!"

"Dudes, this is getting really freaky!"

"Ve~ I want to go home, fratello!"

"Stop clinging to me, you bastard!"

"Like hell if that Slenderfucker thinks he can outsmart ME! I'm to awesome for him!"

It was safe to say that reciting Matthew's little poem had indeed ensured chaos. Everyone was more than just a 'little disturbed'. They were downright pissed. And Arthur recalled someone bursting into tears in the middle of his recital. Either way, he had decided to just come out and say everything. Keeping everyone in the dark had gotten them into this mess to begin with and sticking to that logic wouldn't help anything.

"So, that's all he said, mon ami...?"

Arthur looked into the hurt and confused eyes of his long time 'friend' and let go of a sigh, "I'm afraid so. Had any of you heard him say anything before?"

"No..." Alfred finally spoke up, "Just a lot of mumbling..."

"And crazy laughter!"

"More like chuckling, Feliciano.."

"Clearly this fucker's messing with us," spat the Scot next to Arthur, "Bring his pale ass down here, I'll teach him not to mess with my family!"

"Allistor, he can't be killed! It's not that easy!" Arthur scolded.

"You and your band of idiots did it before right?! Well, I'll be damned if we don't do it again!"

Sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, Arthur turned to his older brother, "Like I said, we had found his weakness then. Purely by accident, but we figured it out. Before it was too late. I highly doubt he'd let the notes-"

Everyone stared at the Brit as he paused, being lost in thought. Each nation looked at each other as Arthur stayed silent. Had he thought of something?

"Artie..? You okay babe?"

"The poems..."

"What about them?" Ludwig asked, finally looking up from the table.

"What if the poems are his weakness? Maybe it's a chant, or a secret message. I saw a different one I think in one of the books!"

Dylan perked up, "I think I did as well! Artie, you might be onto something!"

"Conner, you'll need to go to your house and get the rest of the books mum left us. If the poems are it, I want to see how many there are of him."

Night fall floated swiftly across the world. For some, sleep came easy. But for everyone residing in the Kirkland home, sleep was a mere wish. Italy and Romano and curled up on the love seat together, not wanting to leave each other's sides. Gilbert and Ludwig had taken the pull out in the den (which was located in the very lavish basement. But really, no amount of carpet or furniture can make a basement less creepy!). Allistor and Dylan had taken the guest room while Arthur and Alfred took Arthur's usual bedroom. Conner had stayed home to gather as many books as he could find and had informed Arthur that he'd be back early the next morning. So everyone attempted to find sleep that night.

After a few hours of channel flipping for Lovino and both German nations, they had eventually drifted off as they subconsciously left the television sets on. Allistor was snoring before Dylan even had a chance to cover up and soon, he too had drifted off. Alfred had fallen into a deep sleep before Arthur had even changed clothes. The Brit swore he'd never be able to sleep, but alas as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

The house was still. Very quiet. The only noise in the house was from the two televisions in the living room and den. Matthew was still in his comatose state and the rest of the nations were sleeping loudly. Crickets chirped outside lazily without a care in the world, as if nothing was happening around them. As if Slenderman wasn't watching the house from outside...

A few creeks here, a thumb there. Normal noises every house makes when it 'settles'. At least, that's what Ludwig always told him. Feliciano sat curled up with his brother as he looked around the dark living room. Though the television was on, he was still a bit scared. His senses were heightened and he was tense all over, waiting for that random shadow that he was sure to pass by the open doorway of the living area. Maybe Slenderman wouldn't be after him though. If one would put aside the fact that it was Feliciano who had found the last note, then one would think Feliciano didn't do anything! Maybe Slenderman thought that way as well? It was just a note and he was after Arthur first! Who wouldn't want to chase Arthur! Right?

Another creek and Feliciano was practically hiding underneath Lovino's sleeping figure behind him. It would be an understatement if Feliciano said he was afraid. What he wouldn't give to be down there with Gilbert and Ludwig... As least they were tall and strong and seemingly afraid of nothing! Blinking once, Feliciano could have sworn he saw a small shadow pass by the open doorway. Maybe it was just the cat...? Arthur's cat had to be around here somewhere, right? That had to be him!

'Rrrooeeww...'

Arthur stirred from his light sleep and looked down at his cat that was currently hunched over at the end of his bed. Upon closer inspections, Arthur could see that every hair was standing on end and the cat's tail was upright. It couldn't be... Could it?

"What's wrong..?" he hummed, reaching out for the cat.

Said animal let out another low growl, hissing slightly as he bared his fangs. Every fiber in Arthur's being told him that his lovable kitten wasn't just seeing something... His cat was hardly ever aggressive and hearing growls like that from his cat had to mean something bad. Gulping lightly, Arthur let his curiosity get the better of him and he turned to face the door that was currently ajar -didn't he close that though?- before freezing.

He had found them...

MWAHAHAHAHA, I'm so evil making everyone wait so long for an update and ending it with a CLIFFY! -evil laughter-

I hope everyone enjoyed, cliffhanger aside! Like I had said before, I'll be updating this one more often as well seeing as I've nothing better to do than get information... -sigh-...I really miss my laptop...

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Love, ShuChan