The last thing I remember was plunging into that never ending darkness... The cold clawing at my clothes, as if it was trying to strip me of my sanity... I could have sworn that there were actual tentacles gripping at me, whether they were holding me back, or propelling me forward, I don't think I'll ever find out... For now... All I know is that I've landed in hell, and I won't ever be able to leave... Easily...

~America~

I woke up with the strange feeling that I was at home. I could have swore I went home after cleaning up the party, and imediately passed out on my couch out of pure exhaustion... But I could have sworn my couch didn't feel like old, splintering wood. I unwillingly opened my eyes, still heavy with sleep, and looked around. Everythingwas all fuzzy, I couldn't make anything out that wasn't a could feet in front of me. My glasses... They weren't there...

I carefully sat up, rubbing the exhaustion away with my hands, almost like massaging my face. I then let my hands fall too the rough wooden floor that was painted a crude shade of purple blue, looking around for my glasses to see if they were anywhere near. They were. I reached out to my right, only a foot or so, and grabbed my glasses before lazily putting them back onto their natural placement on my face.

I looked around again, yawning every once and a while. I took in the small desks that were battered and broken. I inspected the blue-purple floor from before, the paint peeling and large holes in the floor, leading down to a black abyss of nothingness. I took in the chalkboard that was void of any assignments, or, well, chalk for that matter... Then there was the small wooden teacher's podium... Wait... Who is that laying next to it? Could it be...?

"Greece!" I called out to the sleeping body, running over to it. Yet, I couldn't for serveral desks and chairs blocked my path, and it would be a lot of work to climb over them. So I just settled for calling the other nations a few times, really not liking hoe pale his face was, or how shallow his breathing was... "Greece! Greece! Wake up Greece, c'mon man!" I sighed before quikcly looking around for an exit, if need be, I could just leave him and come back later with help...

I saw a door on the side where Greewas passed out and my hopes for escaping deflated until I saw that I also had an exit on my side too... Wait, so if we both have exits, then I could just go out and around over to Greece now can't I? That's what I settled on doing, atleast. I stumbled away from the beaten desks and over to my door, taking one last look around before sliding it open and staggering out, my legs still not used to walking after sleeping... Who knows how long...

The hallway was dark, and smelled really bad. Like wet mold or England's cooking... Let's go with wet mold, that's much safer than his cooking. Anyways, the hallways was a pretty good size, seemed sturdy, except for the small holes in the floor and cracks in the wall. It seemed safe enough to walk across, anyways.

I took my time getting over to the door that I assumed led to where Greece was, hopefully. I noticed some papers on the floor and decided to pick them up, hey, maybe they were important.

I looked them over a couple times, it looked like some kind of school news paper, too bad I'm too lazy to read the title.

Another kid was reported missing this morning. This would be the third kid

to dissapere with in the walls of Heav_ly H_t E_en_y Sc_l. The

kid's friends said that she was right behind them on their way to the front

door, but when they turned around, she had dissapered. Parents, family,

and friends are feverishly searching the town for, not only her, but the two

other missing children that once walked these halls with smiles on their faces.

_ now _ _ they_.

Hm, the rest of the article was ripped off. Poor kids, I wonder if they were ever found?

I just shrugged and dropped the paper, continuing the last few feet over to the door with a sigh. Hopefully he's just being his regular lazyself and taking a nap...

I took a deep breath and quickly slid the door open, running over to Greece and shakingh im a few times. "Hey, Greece, hey! Can you hear me man?! Wake up!" I shouted a couple times, really starting to panic. Oh God, maybe this was it. Maybe he really is dead, maybe he's not sleeping. Oh GOD. What will I do then?! He can't die, if he dies, I'll go insane! I'll

"A-America?" I heard a hoarse whisper call to me. I instantly stopped shaking the other nation, a sigh of relief escaping me. He was okay... Greece was fine, he was right here, breathing, wide awake, looking at me with a very confused expression. He was sitting up and looking around, blinking a couple times.

"Thank God, dude. I thought you died!" I said nervously, looking over his body to check for any injuries. Nope, he looked good, maigh as well still ask, though. "Hey, you feeling alright? You didn't, like crack your head open or anything, did you?"

He gave me an incredulous look before shaking his head and slowly standing up. "No, I didn't do any of that, I'm perfectly fine, if you can believe it or not," And with that he walked over to the door. He was about to leave when the paper tacked to the wall caught his attention. "Hm, what is-," He broke of abruptly and stumbled back a few step. "Wh-what the hell?! This is a joke, right?"

I ouickly stood up and jogged over to him, seriously freaked out. "Hey, what're you talking about-" Thats when I saw it. The first line of the note. "'Attention all Heavenly Host Elementary School Faculty and Students'... That... can't be right..." I let out in a hoarse whisper, my hand flying to my throat, lord know why...

Greece spun around and began inspected the broken desks that littered the room, checking the papers,height, writing utencils, everything. "... It's true, oh God, it's really true!" He gasped, walking over to the crumbling wall and punching it. "These desks... don't they semm a little... small to be for high scool? Don't the handwriting on the papers seem at little too... messy to be a high schooler's?"

I hated to admit it... But he was right, everything seemed too... small to be a high school. They didn't even have lockers in the hallway, if I remember correctly. "B-but, we can't be here, right?! I mean, this school was demolished years ago, so it's impossible to be here right now... isn't it?!"

"Shut up, America! You know I'm right! We've been trapped in some ghost school!" He shouted. Wow, I've... never seen Greece like this before. He's usually so calm, expressionless even. "Who know if when get back... If we can get back..."

That's when it dawned on me. We might be trapped here forever. We'll starve to death in here, get killed by what ever lurked in these halls, go insane, turn on each other, kill ourselves... The possibilites were endless! God Dammit! We're as good as DEAD!