Title: The Vacant Apartment
Summary: She never stood a chance; scrubbing at the wall was the last straw.
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: Hetalia Axis Powers and the 200 Phenomena in the City of Calgary are the creations of Hidekaz Himaruya and an unknown author respectively. I am merely a writer taking creative liberties.
Downtown, in the mess of construction and demolition, rooms are sometimes left behind or else formed piecemeal out of extra walls or ignorantly enclosed spaces. It's said that a great many of them are connected, forming a secret in-between city, but the largest group that verifiably exists is a cluster of six rooms. Unfortunately, the location of these rooms appears to be transitory, with the same six chambers stumbled across by urbex enthusiasts and acolytes throughout the city.
Entering this vacant apartment proves difficult because of its movement, but it can easily be spotted with patience. A bleached wooden door with a broken lock will appear in appear from time to time in almost any basement or closet in any downtown building. When you pass through the door you will find yourself in a Spartan, unfurnished space. Every room, in fact, every wall seems to come from a different building or decade.
The room is safe and warm, a haven that appears when you need it most. The walls, floor and ceiling are splattered with perpetually warm, wet blood, and occasionally other signs of violence can be found. Never try to break into the unfurnished apartment, never try to move in permanently and never ever fall asleep.
She never had a chance.
The frilly curtains did not help, pretty as they were, and the proper little chair with its damask cushions was not to be tolerated. There was a limit to how much was could be ignored or removed. The room could simply not take the violations within its four walls.
The last straw was when she began scrubbing at the walls, tsking all the while. Her bright green eyes were serious and determined to get rid of the oddly scented, perpetually wet paint that coated the four walls, and she had even brought a stepladder and a roll of self-adhesive wallpaper. Never had there been a bigger fool than she.
Fool she was, but her blood on the wall was an appealing thought. It would cover the secrets scrawled there over the years, hidden within the safe, warm apartment.