Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I also don't own the song used (Coraline's ending song.)
Warnings: This will be a gory story, and there will be possible character death. The horror/angst should have clued you in.
Lithuania stopped in the middle of his shopping to gaze upwards. He kept his gaze up as he moved to the side of the road. Who knew where wandering in a busy marketplace would lead to?
The sky is shrouded in white clouds, with the occasional blue peeking out, though only in wisps. The white of the sky strongly overpowered that of its natural color.
Turning his attention from the usual sky wasn't all that hard; he simply needed to close his eyes. What was hard to do was find something else that could capture his attention and believably. He detested going home just yet; he would probably have some guest and he really wasn't in the mood to entertain.
Russia had really been putting strain on the world lately; he was starting to make even the loud and perpetually calm nations fidget and wired. He, unlike some other Europeans, knew that it wasn't that time of year, and was left to other suspicions that may or may not explain the almost dangerous behavior he'd been displaying lately. Everyone had thought he was getting better, and then this happens. Lithuania had to wonder if he hadn't been repressing his creepy urges and that this wasn't some backlash of resisting for so long. That was currently the popular theory among those who knew him better.
Something in the crowd drew the country from his idle dwelling. His ears, ignorant as they were, had picked up something strange. Singing.
The rest of the crowd, he observed, seemed to not notice it, but now that he'd caught wind of it, he could hear it perfectly: a Russian lullaby.
The voice was soft enough that he couldn't tell whether it was a male or female singing it, and Lithuania couldn't understand all of what was being said; he knew only a little Russian.
"Creaking is the door so gently… Side to side, called your name…Don't open the door… things won't be the same… Searching for its prey…"
The instant he heard that line, Lithuania ran, regardless of who saw him. He felt his body ram into several people, and it responded with a panted apology while he continued to bolt down the street to his own home.
"Soon you'll be caught in the spider's web…Run… Make sure the other mother doesn't find you… The witch will eat you, too…"
The voice sounded no nearer, and yet, no farther than when Lithuania had first heard it. It only spurred on his fear; the ethereal qualities of the voice could never belong to any human. He feared looking back; though his curiosity sometimes got the better of him, he knew he would regret looking behind him the instant he did so.
The clouds overhead were darkening, and Lithuania laughed almost weepingly at the similarity between reality and one of America's horror movies. They were darkening, and he could almost feel the thunderstorm coming.
"Crawling is the spider's hand, Searching for its prey…soon you'll be caught next, in the spider's web…"
It wasn't until the many locks on his door were securely in place did he allow the adrenaline to leave his body and the fear and exhaustion from the sudden burst of exercise take over.
His house, despite what he'd thought, was empty, dark, and cold despite the warm spring temperatures outside. The whole feel of the house was so ominous and foreboding that Lithuania scrambled to light the candles.
Thump.
Chime!
Thump. Thump.
From somewhere in the house, the sound of a clock chiming rang throughout the house. It echoed through the hallow halls of his large manor, and the frightened nation fancied, despite himself, that there were foot steps.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
They were just around the corner, down a long hallway. Any moment, he would see the haunt of his home. Lithuania crowded himself up against the wall, in the darkest corner he could find, and as far away from the hall as possible.
Thump.
Thump.
A boot toe peeked around the corner.
Lightening flashed from outside.
Lithuania screamed.
The manor fell into darkness once more