A/N: This is a request from Ore. Jibun. Boku. Watashi. And before you start reading, I have a few warnings for you, my dear readers. It's a horror chapter and also my first attempt. Indeed I suck at these, my mood will get to those sometimes...you might see something like Ao Oni or HetaOni but...I am not following the original so it might have something different.
Warnings: Characters' Deaths, blood, Sad!Male!Malaysia and also bit of gore...
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Running around with the book in his hand, Malaysia tried to find the survivors of this horror story that won't seem to have a happy ending. Blood of his fellow siblings splattered all over the place.
His worry intensifies when he saw a body lying in a pool of blood. Malaysia could only hope that his worst fears weren't true. Who else could it be but his older sister whom he used to argue with most of the time?
"Indonesia!" Malaysia called out as he rushes to her side.
Her face, deadly pale, her eyes getting blurry. With her remaining strength, Indonesia forces her eyes to open. Nations are usually immortal, they die when their land and people die altogether. However in this mansion, they're just regular mortals.
"M-Malon? Thank...goodness, you're...safe..." Indonesia smiled, trying to lift a hand to wipe away the tears of her brother, Malaysia takes her hand and places it on his cheek.
"Enough Indon. I'll dress your wounds right now." Malaysia said.
"Don't...you're...out of...things..for this..."
Tears threaten to fall in Malaysia's eyes as he tried to keep his sister alive. This can't be true.
"I still have some tissues, cloths and also bandages! *Tolonglah Kak jangan mati!" Malaysia cried out, failing to control his tears as he lets them stain on his sister's wound on the side. Whatever that thing is, it did such a huge damage to his sister, who is quite good in her own martial arts.
"Malon...**janji...pada saya...kau takkan...biar yang lain...mati..." Indonesia's hand became limp as her eyes shut close forever.
"Kak!" Malaysia cried out, shaking his sister, praying and hoping that she is still alive and that she is just joking...like always however deep in his heart, she's gone..forever...all because of him.
Malaysia could only sobbed while holding his sister's lifeless body in his arms. Why does this had to happen? If only he hadn't get everyone to come to this mansion, all of this wouldn't had happened.
Screams distract the young nation again, Malaysia's head shot up as he rushed to the other room, praying and hoping that everyone would still be alive. With every death, he's getting close to insanity.
"Kak Fili (short for Filipina, Malay language for Philippines)! Brunei!"
When he arrived there, Philippines's and Brunei's broken figure lay on the blood stained floor. Brunei's arm had been twisted like pretzel, Philippines beautiful white dress is now red. Malaysia couldn't ignore the huge hole on her back.
"Tidak..."
More screams coming from another room.
"LAOS! CAMBODIA!" he cried out.
He sprinted to the nearest source of the scream only to find their bodies in a very bad shape. Blood staining most part of the room, their weapons lay across the room. A huge hole on their bodies, arms broken and limp, their eyes...there are not even a small sign of life left in them.
"No..."
Heading for the other room, more blood and bodies of the personification of Thailand and Vietnam. Those pair of lifeless eyes and the huge wound that monster caused on them. Myanmar lying not far from them.
The room is spinning and spinning. He couldn't take it. Why must it be this way? Sure he had seen tortures during WWII but these...were too much for him.
Broken limbs and weapons lay next to each other, blood splattered everywhere on the wall and the lifeless eyes of his siblings. He couldn't understand anything at all. What is this book that triggers it?
"F0uNd y0U..."
Malaysia spun around to find the huge monster that had done this to his family. Huge, grey and those two empty eyes. Isn't that the alien that is always with America? Tony was its name, was it?
He wanted to move, he couldn't. He was scared stiff. Is he going to die here like the rest? He's too scared to know. He shut his eyes, waiting for whatever that monster is going to do to him, however, it didn't came. Instead, something wet splattered on his face.
Opening his eyes slowly, he gasped. He wanted to say something but the words is not coming out. Tears were his substitute for the missing voice. It took him some time to realize...that there is one person missing from his family...the one who lives closest to him besides Thailand and Indonesia.
Yes, the only brother he wanted to protect the most from the conflicts because of their politicians. The person who used to live under his roof. The person who used to be so 'kiasu'. The person whom he was forced to separate from to avoid more trouble.
"Singapura..." Malaysia managed weakly, after finding his voice to speak.
"Stupid...you're..awake already ah?" Singapore asked sarcastically.
"Singapore..."
"Get...outta here...I am not...doing this...for you."
No, it couldn't be. He doesn't want to be alone! Right after 50 decades of independence...his mind was screaming for him to run while he still can but his mind is also mourning for the loss of his brother.
In this mansion, he's finally...aL0nE...yes, aL0Ne and...aLIvE...
A smack to his head. "Wake up already stupid."
In another world, Malaysia's eyes shot open. Looking around at his surroundings, weird, how did he ended up in this meeting room? Isn't this where the World Meeting took place?
"Hey idiot!" a voice called out.
Malaysia turned to his side to find Singapore standing there, alive. No wounds, no blood...that thing...was it a dream?
"The meeting is over lah, I don't want to hear complaints from you if you just happened to get locked in here." Singapore said, a little bit annoyed.
"Where's Indon and the others?" Malaysia asked.
"Big sis is hanging out with Philippines, shopping. Vietnam should be with Taiwan, shopping with Indonesia and Philippines. Thailand is probably in his hotel room with his elephant, seriously how did he get an elephant into the hotel room in the first place? Myanmar, Laos and Cambodia were out eating."
As Singapore finished, Malaysia hugged his brother, causing him to flushed.
"Singapore...no matter what happens, you'll still be alive, right?" he asked.
"O-of course lah now get off of me!"
Malaysia grinned as he dragged Singapore out of the room. Just as they exited the room, Malaysia heard America's voice in the meeting room "Hey guys! Let's check out that haunted mansion down the street!"
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Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!
The lights turned on
Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!
The camera is ready
MERDEKA!
ACTION!
Two personifications of Malaysia stepped onto the stage, dressed in their finest clothing.
"Selamat pagi everyone!" Male and Female greeted in a loud, booming voice.
The audience clapped and cheered for the two personifications of Malaysia. Both known to be cheeky, funny, cute, loud, glutton and crazy.
"Merdeka Day is getting near! So we have a special topic for this special day written randomly by KL himself! Even though the celebration is 50 % but we have to remember that special day!" Female Malaysia said.
Male Malaysia searched through his pockets and pulls out a small piece of paper. Female Malaysia went over to read what was on that small piece of paper. Their eyes widen a little.
"For this topic, we will be telling you of our first Prime Minister, Tunku Abdul Rahman. The people presenting this topic shall be..."
"Ve~, I didn't know there's a show here."
Everyone's attention was shifted to the person who randomly waltz his way onto the stage as if nothing happened. Auburn coloured hair with the famous Italian curl sticking out. Eyes closed with a huge smile. Known for being cute, funny and also a pasta-lover.
"Let's welcome Italy Veneziano!" Female Malaysia exclaimed.
"EHHHH?"
Both Male Malaysia and Female Malaysia blinked. "What's wrong with having Italy here?"
"You didn't even use anything to choose him!" Singapore yelled.
"And?"
"Usually you already have some kind of a crazy gadget ready, get someone to choose someone, the person that choose, fell into some kind of trap that you just happened to set up." Hong Kong continued.
Male Malaysia laughed. "It's different this time."
"How different?" Taiwan asked.
"Easy. Behind your seats, there are numbers. And a little treasure hunt we set up. We did not inform anyone about it. Italy is just lucky to have found one of the numbers we hid. Behind the number card is the location of this show." Female Malaysia explained.
"Ve~, I got number 9!" Italy exclaimed.
Male Malaysia grinned. "You know what that means."
Female Malaysia pulls out a remote and presses the red button on it. "Sayonara number 9!"
"Oi, you're using Japanese instead of-AHHHH!"
The person who sat number 9 was indeed Singapore. The floor opens up as Singapore along with the seat fell.
"Wait Malaysia, Singapore's seat number is 19 not 9." South Korea pointed out.
Male and Female Malaysia grinned. "Another story for another time. Let's cut to the chase, shall we?"
In a puff of smoke, Italy remains as the only person on stage. Well, not alone. Surprisingly, Belgium was there. Talk about magic tricks and all.
"Ve~, ciao Miss Belgium!"
"Goeiendag (Hello in Flemish) Italy, let's begin, shall we?"
"Begin what?"
"The topic of the show for today is as you have already know, the First Prime Minister of Malaysia also known as the Father of Malaysia and the Father of Independence."
"Ve~, I heard he's amazing. From helping Malaysia achieved her independence to being a football fan!" Italy exclaimed.
"Indeed Italy, he's the man who had helped Malaysia achieved a lot. He is also the one who solved many problems that Malaysia faced as a new nation that time especially about rekindle the bond of friendship and family between Indonesia and Philippines through peaceful means." Belgium continued.
"From what I heard Miss Belgium, he's a prince right? And also his nephew is the current king, right?" Italy asked.
Belgium nodded. "Yes, he was a former prince, the title 'Tunku' is a prince title in Malaysia like the current president of the Commonwealth Games, Tunku Imran or simply known as Prince Imran. And yes, his nephew Tuanku Abdul Halim is 14th and current 27th king of Malaysia as well."
"Wow! So cool!"
"Indeed! That's all for now folks!"
"Ve~, will the ladies go on a date with me?"
-END-
Translations:
*Tolonglah Kak jangan mati-Please Sis don't die
**janji...pada saya...kau takkan...biar yang lain...mati-Promise to me that you wouldn't let the others die
Tidak-No
