~~Chapter 1~~

Arthur, Alfred, and Matthew walked through the already crowded hallways of Hetalia Academy; their papers were all finished, and they were all given the same schedule. To that, Matthew was glad, that meant he wouldn't be entirely alone, but Alfred and Arthur couldn't care less. They were currently walking towards their first-period class, which was the simple subject of History. It was the beginning of the school-year, but even so the trio had showed up a few days later than the other students and had only gotten to tour the school the day before.

Once found, they slipped into the History classroom and each sat down on random seats beside each other, not really desiring to be noticed. A few students were already there, but the class wasn't completely filled until a few seconds after the bell rang. They sat there in silence for a while, Alfred doodling superheroes on his paper while Arthur tapped his own pencil on the table, and Matthew just stared at the end of the room. After a few minutes, the teacher walked in holding a bright smile on his face. His hair was a dark drown and he owned hazel eyes and small stubble dotted his chin. He walked to the center of the classroom and grinned welcomingly.

"Hello class! I am Mr. Rome, for the new additions here in this wonderful History class." he exclaimed, noticing the three new students. "Alright, all of you open your textbooks to page 364, and let us start our lesson."

The class went along smoothly after, thankfully it was World History, so the trio, who were already full-blown geniuses on that topic, didn't miss much from the class before. Mr. Rome was a strangely cheerful teacher, and he didn't seem to mind the faint whispering that could be heard from the classmates or the random papers that flew across the room. Once the bell rang, all of the students stood up quickly to go to their next class. The trio stood up as well, but were stopped by the teacher calling each of their names.

"Alfred, Arthur, Matthew! Come here for a moment." he said, causing the three to turn towards him.

"Yeah, Teach?" Alfred replied, earning a glare from Arthur due to his 'lack of formality'.

Though, Mr. Rome didn't seem to mind and he gestured them to come to his desk.

"Alright, on the first day of school I gave the class a special assignment, due at the end of this semester," he started, earning slight nods from the three students, "It's just a small research project on the history of a certain area. It can be about any place you desire, and you may present it in any from you want it to be. The only requirements are that it has a valid amount of information, and is done by the end of the semester. Do you think you can do that?" he asked.

"I'm sure we can, Mr. Rome." Arthur replied, along with the other two giving nods.

"Buenisimo! No, let me write you each a late pass, and you can be off to your next subject!" Mr. Rome finished before writing the pass and sending the trio on their way.

Thankfully, there was no need for that pass as Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew got to their next class in just the nick of time. The rest of the school day didn't contain much as they walked to each class without much interest, and each class still seemed to be introducing the process of their own subject. By lunch, they hadn't learned anything new and the whole day seemed practically uneventful.

"So, how 'bout this school, huh? Pretty boring." Alfred said as he sat down at the table with his two companions.

"Yes, but we need an education if we're going to do anything in life so we might as well deal with it." Arthur responded, biting into a bit of his homemade lunch.

After a few moments of silence, Matthew quietly spoke up. "Hey, guys, have you heard what the other kids are talking about?"

"No, I'm not very fond of listening into other people's conversations, but go on." Arthur answered.

"I HOPE IT'S GOSSIP!" Alfred exclaimed, almost yelling.

"W-well, they're talking about this school before it was rebuilt. They keep saying stuff about a student murdering another student, and a whole lot more. It's kind of creepy. You guys don't think those stories are true, do you?" Matthew replied nervously.

"I sincerely doubt those stories are true—" Arthur started to reply, but was cut off by Alfred's screaming.

"OMG DO YOU THINK THIS SCHOOL IS HAUNTED OR SOMETHING!? THAT WOULD BE SO AWESOME! I BET THOSE STORIES ARE SO TRUE!" he exclaimed, shoving Arthur off of the seat.

"You bloody git! Obviously those stories aren't true, so stop your yammering and eat your lunch." Arthur growled, getting up and sitting back down at the table, "I really don't think there's anything to worry about, Matthew." he finished.

Matthew just nodded, content with this answer.

Yeah, he's probably right. Those stories couldn't be true, could they?

A few hours later, school had finally ended and the trio was beginning to walk back to their shared apartment. They all walked in complete silence until Matthew noticed a missing weight from his shoulder. He looked down to his side and gasped, seeing his shoulder pack was nowhere to be seen.

"Um guys! Wait! We need to go back, I think I left my bag there!" he exclaimed quietly, causing Alfred and Arthur to turn around.

"Well, I guess we must go together, since it would be unwise for any of us to walk to the apartment alone, we do only have one key anyway." Arthur replied, beginning to walk back towards the building.

"Aw man! We have to go BACK!?" Alfred exclaimed, but followed the others, nonetheless.

They returned to the building rather quickly, but most of the people there had already left, so they got to searching as quickly as possible. They searched almost every room, but had barely any luck in finding the Canadian's shoulder bag. They began to worry if someone had taken it by accident, and the school began to grow dark. Just as he was about to give up on his search, Matthew sighed and leaned against the wall and looked at the ceiling. His eyes widened as he saw a certain tan bag handing from one of the lights, which had now been turned off. He called his two friends over, and showed them the location of his bag.

"What the heck man? How'd you get your bag up there!?" Alfred asked.

"I-I didn't" Matthew replied uncertainly.

"It must be some bloody prank from the students here." Arthur stated, "Come on Matthew, let's get your bag down."

They ran off to the janitor's closet and found the biggest fold-up ladder they could find to retrieve Matthew's suspended bag. Once they got it down, Alfred practically ran to the front, desperate to leave the school. Arthur just shook his head and walked next to Matthew. Alfred yelled at the two to hurry up, and they finally got to the door. Arthur reached a hand out and pushed on the door, gasping in confusion when it didn't open.

"Bloody Hell?" Arthur asked, giving one last shove on the door, "I think we're locked in."

"What!? Nah...You're just opening it the wrong way!" Alfred exclaimed, pulling on the obviously push-open door, then giving a look of confusion and pushing on the door. "The Heck!? LET US OUT!"

"Calm down Alfred, we'll just find someone and ask them to unlock the door." Arthur stated, before Matthew shook his head.

"I-If you didn't notice…there's no one else here." he said quietly, causing the other two to look around, only now noticing the darkened school.

"OH MY GOSH GUYS WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO!? WE'RE STUCK IN THE SCHOOL WITH NO ONE AROUND!" Alfred exclaimed, beginning to run around the room like a lunatic.

"Wait a second, Alfred! Be quiet! Does anyone else hear that?" Arthur asked.

Alfred immediately quieted down and the trio stood silently, straining to hear something. Anything. Soon enough, they found that Arthur was correct. They heard a faint sound of what seemed to be sobbing. They all froze. It didn't sound like a normal student's crying, but distant and aa bit scratchy, like an old record, but they knew that wasn't it. They weren't alone.

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