Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia nor anything pertaining to Slenderman or the myth itself. Sadly. I'd really enjoy owning a few Hetalia characters and Slendy would beat up my haters for me. Alas, I'm left with nothing but writing for entertainment...

"The hell is that suppose to mean?"

Arthur studied the poem again carefully, "I believe he's...challenging us. Maybe."

"Maybe?" the blonde Germanic nation questioned as he lifted an eyebrow, "What do you mean maybe?"

"Angleterre, what if it's just a joke? A fake letter?" the Frenchman finally spoke up from his seat next to the still unconscious Matthew.

Sighing, Arthur looked up at everyone, "I think he's trying to tell us what we have to search for."

"Yeah! Dudes, Arthie's totally right!" exclaimed the loudmouthed American as he waved his arms around, "What's the first two lines, babe?"

"To find the items for which you seek, in dark woods you must peek."

"So he's totally wanting us to look in the woods!"

Laughing, Antonio gave a playful glance at the oblivious American, "Si, but not just any woods, amigo. Didn't it say something about Germany?"

"For deep within Germanic grounds, can your answer be surely found," reread the Brit.

"So we'll have to travel all the way back to Ludwig's place and search in those woods they found that body?" Francis asked, cooking his head.

"Body?!"

"Calm down, Antonio, that was weeks ago," huffed the short blonde, "Anyway, the next lines are 'If the man, the slender man, comes out to play before you can. It's assure that you won't win, nor to see the light again'."

"Obvious threat," snorted Gilbert, "So, the hell are we looking for?"

The room lapsed into a deafening silence as everyone fell into their own thoughts. Obviously it wouldn't be notes again. Slenderman wouldn't be dumb enough to use that tactic again after last time. What could Slenderman possibly have planned? What could he use? He had used two poems already as if this were some big game to him. Of course, knowing him, it probably were. A sick, twisted game he really enjoyed hosting.

"I got it, dudes! It's a poem! We hafta find a poem!"

Blinking, everyone questioned at once, "How do you know?"

"Duh! He wrote a poem, right? He made Mattie chant, or whatever, a poem. It's gotta be a poem!"

Letting loose a bark of laughter, Allistor finally spoke up, "For once, I think you're right!"

"I'm kind of surprised as well..." Conner finally admitted as his thoughtful expression morphed into a small smile.

Giving his own triumphant grin, Alfred jumped up, "Well let's go! I wanna kick this guy's ass once and for all!"

"Alfred, love, we can't just run in half-cocked..."

"I told you that the last time..."

"Shut up, Ludwig..."

"Can we fight later? I think we should be heading out. We can think of a plan on the way," the Spaniard requested as he stood.

Lovino stood as well, pulling Feliciano to his feet, "At least let's eat first. If we're going to die, I'd rather die with a full stomach."

"Of course, Lovi~! I've been waiting for the food to be done for hours!"

Upon arriving at Ludwig's house, everyone stood in the living room, staring at the floor in awe. The house was a complete mess. Books, papers, shards of glass were scattered all over the floor, decorating the crème colored carpet like confetti falling from the sky. Tables were over turned and splintered into little chips all over the floor. The coat rack had been thrust into an adjoining wall from the front door and was jutting out like a spear. The hanging ceiling fan was literally hanging by it's imagination as it swing back and forth sadly from the ceiling. Mouth agape, Ludwig looked over the mess carefully, studying everything. Gilbert walked forward and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, attempting to will his brother into a calmer state as the younger Germanic nation shook with what the others assumed was anger.

"Calm down, West. We can fix this once we get rid of him, all right?"

"Calm down? How can I possibly calm down, Gilbert?!" said nation in question bit back, "Das Arschloch ruiniert unser Haus und Sie versuchen mir zu sagen sich zu beruhigen?!(1)"

"Luddy, es wird in Ordnung sein, das verspreche ich ...(2)"

Glaring, Ludwig looked back at everyone else behind them before stalking off into the kitchen to asses the damage done in said room. Everyone stayed silent for a minute before Dylan cleared his throat and decided to speak, shattering the silence like glass, "We should probably check those woods as soon as possible..."

"He's right," Allistor spoke up, looking toward Arthur, "If we wait any longer, he'll make a mess of more things than just one of our homes."

Nodding, Arthur turned to Alfred and the others as Francis sat Matthew on the couch, "We'll need to call someone to watch over him..."

Antonio looked toward Matthew as well, "Who are we going to call that will believe us?"

"We don't have to tell them about Ninja Slendy," Alfred explained, "Just tell them we're going out to fix the house because some guy broke in and we need someone to look over Matthew, that's all!"

"Danger really makes you come up with good ideas, doesn't it?"

So, who should be Matthew's babysitter? :D I really don't know x3. Give me ideas :D? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it took so long to update this! Reviews make me happy!

(1): That asshole ruined our house and you're trying to tell me to calm down?!

(2): Luddy, it'll be alright, I promise...

Love, ShuChan