Against my normally better judgement, I'm going to create a Slender 3. While I figure out what the bloody hell I'm doing with Our Confusing History. I am just SO bored, I've had nothing to do and I've gotten inspiration for this from watching Corpse Party and it gave me the urge to write something horror/Slender based again. So, even though I didn't WANT to be more popular for my Slendertalia stories, I just simply cannot stay away from it. I swear, Slender Man draws me to him with each passing day and I can't help but NOT write something pertaining to him.

So here's a preview! It's going to contain (this go around, best to leave poor Arthur and Alfred alone) Matthew, Ivan, Antonio, Lovino, Mikhail and Annessa (my two OCs that make up Czechoslovakia. Yeah, that's right. You read it correctly. I'm torturing my own creations.), and Gilbert. If you lovely people have any suggestions for other characters that I sure hope I won't make OOC, then feel free to leave them in your review. Anyway, here goes. (Keep in mind that this is still in the making and probably won't be posted for some time. I do still have Our Confusing History to go through, so be on the watch for Slender Three, just don't expect it so soon. I rush, and that's my problem when writing, haha.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia nor Slender Man. All I own are Czechoslovakia.

Trees lined the beaten pathway in the dense woods that currently outstretched ahead. Not a single soul could be found and what was worse, the one soul he was in search for wasn't located here either. The boy had gotten a text early in the morning, around four, from the one person he was hoping to found out here. They had said there wasn't anything to worry about and that getting others involved would be useless, but they were okay and well and would return shortly before adding 'I love you' at the end. Though this behavior was typical of this person, it wasn't like them to send a message like this. It was short and simple and got straight to the point and whatever had happened, they clearly wanted to solve it alone. But that was damned near impossible with her. She was short-tempered and threw tantrums and when she didn't get her way, she grew angry quickly and if she wasn't alone her anger could cause her demise. If that were possible for nations.

Heaving a sigh, the boy ran a hand through his blonde bangs before placing his flashlight in his mouth to readjust his hair tie. As if on cue, his phone gave a light 'blip' in his pocket as he received another message. Pulling it out hastily, he groaned as he realized it wasn't from the person he was wanting to hear from the most.

'Sender: Ivan

Subject: Any luck?

I was wondering if you had found her yet. Please do call your uncle before I travel to Germany myself and ring his damned neck~.'

"Uncle Gilbert must be calling him nonstop for me to receive a message like this," he lightly laughed before typing out a quick reply and pocketing his cell.

Giving one last look around the forest, his hopes started to shatter. He had searched almost everywhere and she was nowhere to be found. The bathrooms in the opposite direction were locked and there had been nothing but trees for miles and as he looked up into the sky, he realized the sun was already starting to set and the blue had been stained a beautiful orange-ish color. And being in the middle of the woods like this, a sunset could prove as a roadblock. His sister was indeed spontaneous. She liked to go out and do things when she wanted, hardly ever contacting anyone until she felt like it. So this wasn't the first time Mikhail has had to go off in search for his older sister. But what was strange was the fact that she had contacted him from a forest. When had she started to hang out in forests? And what other nation could she be with to do something such as this? His phone made another small 'blip' noise, causing the boy to jump. He pulled it out again and scanned over the I.D, giving a huge smile as he recognized the name.

'Sender: Annie

Subject: Czechie.

He sees you.'

Furrowing his brows, Mikhail studied the small text for some time. What was Annessa talking about? Who sees him? As he begun to click buttons on his phone, attempting to ask her what it was she meant, his phone cut off. He blinked. That was strange. Holding down the 'End' button, he awaited for the screen to come alive with light again. But nothing happened. This was more bizarre. It was fully charged, he knew it was! As he stood there, removing and reinserting the battery, holding down the 'End' button, he realized that nothing was going to convince this phone to cut back on. And looking up at the sky once more, he knew walking in the forest at night would be difficult, even with his unused flashlight still in hand.

"Best go home then, I suppose..." he mumbled lowly to himself before turning around.

But as he turned, he wasn't met with the sight of the road that led into the distance and back to the picnic area where his car was parked. Oh no. He was met with black. Black fabric, to be exact. And as he looked up, his eyesight landed on the palest face he, or anyone he knew, had ever seen. As his blue eyes widened, the long, slender hand of the other being in front of him, rose into the air, poised and ready to grab.

"Ya know, if I don't get a call from someone, I'm gonna beat some ass...!"

Ludwig rolled his eyes as he huffed, putting his pen down for the eighth time that evening, "Gilbert, if you're that worried then just go to their house. If he's not there then you've got your answer."

"But that's too much trouble..!" the other occupant of the study whined as he slumped down onto the couch near the phone.

Giving a short snort, the other Germanic nation opened his mouth to retort to Gilbert's obvious laziness until they both heard the front door swing open loudly before banging back in place. Before either could make a move to stand and see what had caused the ruckus, they both heard loud, frantic footsteps make their way up the stairs and burst into the study and they were met with the sight of a rather panicked Mikhail.

"Mikhail, what happened?" Gilbert all but yelled as he leaped up to meet the young nation.

"I'll get him something to drink, calm him down," ordered the other as he stood as well before turning to the shorter, "Had you run all the way here?"

"A-Ano..."

Narrowing his eyes, Ludwig nodded at Gilbert before leaving the room as said 'awesome' nation motioned for the other to sit on the couch, "What the hell happened? Where's Annie?"

"I-I...ran into this man...in the woods..."

"Yeah, so? We're nations, not like any normal man can harm us, really."

Giving a humorless laugh, Mikhail looked up at his uncle, "He wasn't a normal man... He was more than seven feet tall and he wore a suit and tie and...his face..."

"...Face...?" Gilbert asked carefully as dread and knowing bubbled up in the pit of his stomach."

"He didn't have one..."

There you have it. My preview for Slender Three. (Don't ask why '3' is spelled out and Slender 2 wasn't. I just thought it would look fancy. And I'm weird like that~!) So, tell me what you think! I noticed some people were a bit upset that my Slendertalia fics were supposed to be finalized with Slender 2, so (through fighting urges and inspiration) I decided to go ahead and attempt a third. But, really, Slender Three is where I may stop! So, be warned!

Either way, I hope you guys enjoyed the preview! Reviews make me smile!

'Ano - Yes'

Love, ShuChan