~~Chapter 2~~

The sobbing rang through the school eerily and the lights, that were already off, seemed to flicker. The trio looked around in confusion, fear, and curiosity. The sobbing grew louder and louder until Arthur, Matthew, and Alfred could practically feel the sorrow coming from the unknown area. Suddenly, Matthew took a step forward, towards the inside of the school, and away from his comrades. Noticing this, Arthur turned and grabbed Matthew's arm before he could leave.

"Matthew, where are you going?" Arthur questioned, gaining Alfred's attention as well.

Matthew just ignored him and continued to walk, causing Alfred to jump in front of him and wave a hand in front of his face.

"Yo! Dude, come on, where're ya' going?" Alfred asked frantically.

"I'm going to go see who's crying." Matthew blatantly responded, "Are you coming with me, or not?" he finished, before walking off again.

Arthur and Alfred looked at each other uncertainly, coming to a mutual agreement they both nodded, and followed Matthew. As they walked back into the main hallways of the school, each of them could almost feel a strange presence all around them. The sobbing grew louder as they veered towards the center of the school. They walked in front of one of the music rooms and the crying suddenly stopped. Matthew looked at the door uncertainly, and placed his hand on the handle, before slowly turning it. The door creaked open slowly, and the trio each took a hesitant step inside the room.

"H-hel—"

Suddenly a flash of colors sped past Matthew, causing him to silence himself immediately. The strange being passed through Matthews arm, causing a sharp pain to explode right above his elbow. He gasped out in pain and when he looked at his arm, his shirt sleeve was torn slightly and a metallic red liquid started to stain the fabric. Matthew's eyes widened at the sight as he clutched the area tightly and looked at his comrades. They were both paralyzed as well, and it was obvious that they had seen the strange being. Alfred was completely untouched, but Arthur had a cut on his cheek, slightly below his right eye, and blood was starting to drip from the opening. Alfred opened his mouth, as if to ask a question, but stopped as a metallic smell filled the air, causing each of the boys to cover their noses in disgust. A scene then flashed through the music room, and Matthew remembered every detail, even though the image was only there for a split second.

Blood was splattered on the walls and the floor, most of it surrounding the corner of the room and the grand piano that stood in the center. Two shadows were in the center of these strange puddles, though no details or faces could be seen. One seemed to be feminine, with a skirt that was sprayed out below her as she laid there, motionless. The other was masculine, with his torso leaning on the top of the grand piano, blood coated fingers resting peacefully on the keys, yet no sound would ever come from them.

"W-what was THAT!?" Alfred exclaimed, shaking uncontrollably.

"I don't have a good feeling about this place." Matthew hissed, frozen in shock.

Before Arthur could say anything, an ear piercing scream rang through the area, causing the three boys to cover their ears in pain. The walls began to shake and sound could be heard from the grand piano. It sounded like Beethoven, but the song was distorted and eerie. The trio took this as a signal and darted away from the music room, their eyes wide open in fear and adrenaline coursing through their veins. Suddenly, Matthew slipped and came crashing to the ground, cracking his glasses slightly and causing more blood to pour from his wound slowly. He looked behind him to see a trail of blood, too much to be his own, and the bottom of his shoe was now stained with the red substance. Not being able to stop himself, Matthew screamed in horror and scrambled to his feet, desperately dashing towards his companions.

Noticing the distance between them and Matthew, Arthur and Alfred faltered a bit, before rushing over to their friend and grabbing his arms, pulling him closer to the school entrance. Pain flared through Matthew's arm as it was pulled by the duo, but he could barely feel a thing as they dashed away from the demented room.

Another scream seared the trio's ears and mourning sobs followed it. The lights flashed and sent sparks raining down upon the three, but they did not stop. They could hear footsteps behind them, slowly becoming louder and louder as if the pursuer was coming closer. Hearing this, Arthur and Alfred quickened their pace, pulling Matthew even harder to escape the unknown menace. Tears of fright were sailing down their faces as they neared the entrance door. Their bodies slammed against it before they backed up and hastily pushed on the handle, desperate to leave. After a few seconds of trying, Alfred and Matthew turned around in hopes of seeing the being that feared them so, but were only met with the image of blood sprayed along the ground. Crying out in fear they backed up to the door and pushed on it as hard as they could. Before they could process anything the door flew open, causing all of them to fall on the ground, before climbing to their feet and running off towards their apartment.

In almost no time at all, they had reached the entrance to their apartment room and pulled it open, shutting it behind them quickly before dropping to the floor in exhaustion. Matthew let out a grunt of pain as he landed on his injured arm, and quickly sat up to observe it. He removed his shirt carefully and looked to his bloody appendage. It had a swift, clean cut through it, as if it was made by a knife, and the blood had already begun to crust over. Matthew swiftly got up and grabbed a towel, before carefully soaking it with water, and brushing the cloth over his injury. Arthur soon emerged from behind him, hoping to assess the scratch below his eye, but stopped when he saw Matthew.

"Bloody hell Matthew! What happened!?" He exclaimed, noting the bloody arm.

"I-I don't know. When we opened the door to that music room, it suddenly got…cut." Matthew stuttered, not knowing if he should believe what had just happened.

It was absurd, something that could only be found in stories, movies, and video games. He wanted to believe he had imagined it all, but the evidence was there. He couldn't say that it was an injury from falling, and it was too high to be a cooking accident. The cut was so clean, without the blood it was barely noticeable. Besides, he hadn't been to only one to see it. Arthur and Alfred were there too. He shook in fear as he came to the only possible realization.

Something wasn't right with Hetalia Academy.

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