A/n: Hey guys! If you want someone to blame for the lateness of this chapter, it the freakin' people who live in my house! So my dad decides to ground me on my update day. Whoopdie-freaking-doo…Anyways, enough ranting! On with the Story!

Disclaimer: Ivan would probably kill me if I said I owned him…

Chapter Seven:

My name is WHAT?

My name is WHO?

My Name is…

"No I'm serious, it's a good idea~aru!"

"I do not zee how itd coult possibly work."

"Look, Japan kicks America's ass in everything! Even the 'All-American' sport Baseball! If you look, Japan kicked America's ass at his own game~aru!" China, Russia and France were standing around the kitchen table, plotting how best to get back at The Axis.

"I'm not doing it." Japan's voice came out of nowhere.

"Besides, oh-ho-hone. America just might surprise you!" France put his two-cents in. China looked at him quizzically.

"How~aru?"

"Take the Cold war for example…It didn't look like he could win that. And what do you know, he did!" Russia glared at France until the smaller blonde flinched.

"What aboutd getting Germany to do it?"

"He had a gun and I beat him up with a Wok~aru!"

"Good point. Anyone else have any ideas?" Seeing no one did, France sighed, he'd hoped he wouldn't have to whip this card out on America.

"Let's get England, then."

~~~~~After arousing a rather tired England and telling him the Brilliant plan~~~~~

America'd just left the Axis meeting giggling a bit at the next plan when he noticed he was alone in so dubbed 'creepy-as-hell hallway'.

"Heh heh, nothing to be afraid of…." He whistled and walked down the dark hallway, he couldn't see the end and it gave him the shivers. It reminded him of when England used to scare him as a child on Fright Night. He chuckled nervously to himself, this hallway couldn't be this long!

"Amer…ica…Amer…ica…AMER…ica…" The low moan twisted and warped through the hallway menacingly and creepily. America began to shiver, it was getting cold in the hallway…it wasn't ghosts was it? America shook his head vigorously. It's not real. It's not real, It's not real.

"Amer…ica…AMERICA!"

"IT'S NOT REAL!" Giving an extremely un-manly scream, America ran back the way he came, only to find there was no going back. Strange glowing mists swirled where he'd come from, ahead the creepy voice called in the pitch black. Suddenly out of the darkness a figure loomed. America almost cried with relief upon seeing it was England. But wait…

"NO! ENGLAND!" A bloody hook protruded from England's chest. Other cuts and bruises littered his bare-chested corpse. His head lolled to the side, eyes rolled up in his head.

"Amer…ica…Amer…ica…" America looked in horror to see the corpse was calling out to him.

"America…why didn't you Save me…?"

"No…No NONONONO!" America backed up only to bump into something large. He turned and looked in horror as a bloodied Russia held a knife.

"R-russia?" Russia cocked his head and America saw the deadly cut across his neck, looking up into his eyes, America saw he was as dead as England.

"Why America? WHY?" America put his hands over his ears and tried to run, only to bump into a dead France, pushing the stand England was hooked on. The mists swirled and the voices of the dead called louder and louder.

"You want to know how the world sees you? America, wealthy beyond compare, Powerful without equal…A rich, drunk, fifteen-year-old waving a gun in their face." Russia taunted as a gunshot went off and America saw a figure in a white and black uniform fall to the ground, dead.

"NO!" America sat with his knees to his chest, hands over his ears, looking around in fear as they closed in.

"You used to dream about heroes, now it's just about how to beat the system. Steal enough money to buy an honest-to-god island and build a train on it. You always liked trains, America, Pity you couldn't save Japan from his last. And get away with it, you never even tried to save me, your own 'Mother'! And get away with it, you America, are a freedom loving person, and nothing says 'Freedom' like getting away with it."

"It's all your FAULT!"

"No, no, NO!" America shook his head and cried.

"Don't you love me anymore? Why would you just let me be killed?"

"And me, I thought America was all about being the 'Hero' and saving everyone!"

"And me…"

"And even me America-san…" The mists burned his skin, he couldn't breathe, the undead were blaming and closing in on him. America gave a final, blood-curdling scream. And then everything went black.

Author's note: Oooh, scary! How do You think America will be when he wakes up? Hee hee, I thought the idea of a haunted house for America was perfect, and America didn't proclaim 'I'M THE HERO!' because in Crazy-Random mode, he isn't like that. *Collective Gasp* Yes, yes. Well, click on that blue link and leave a review! See ya next Thursday!

Irule's Note: *Is MIA*