A/N: It took me really long to figure out which urban legend I was going to use...ugh. I'm sorry for not updating last week...I was going to and then my sis interrupted my time on the computer. ^^; And now I'm gonna refer to Prussia as a German because Prussia doesn't exist anymore. :c And according to the Hetalia Wiki, Norway speaks in a Tsugaru dialect – whatever that is – so I wrote it in here too. ^.^

Characters: Fem!Norway (Ingrid Bondevik), Fem!Denmark (Mathilde Kohler), Fem!Prussia (Maria Beilschmidt), Austria (Roderich Edelstein) and Netherlands (Lars).

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Ingrid Bondevik and Mathilde Kohler were the polar opposites of each other; Ingrid often spent her time studying or doing other productive work, while Mathilde went to parties with Maria and Lars and came back utterly drunk or with a hangover. The two had been friends since kindergarten, and now they were roommates in the same college.

"Hey, Mathilde!"

The Danish girl turned around at the sound of Maria's voice and grinned widely. Chemistry had just finished and she was on her way to Biology class, Ingrid walking beside her. The Norwegian's head was buried in a thick textbook, as usual. Mathilde sometimes wondered how her friend could read and walk at the same time without falling or tripping.

"'Sup, Maria?" She yelled, slinging an arm around the German girl, who grinned and ruffled her friend's already-messy hair.

"There's a party tonight in Lars' dorm at 6," she paused, winking at Mathilde, "and we've got alcohol! You coming?"

Mathilde laughed boisterously and replied, "Hell yeah! Alcohol is like the best thing in my life, obviously I'll be there!"

"Awesome! Kesesesese!" The German let out her unique, strange laugh and ran off, probably to go bother her roommate, Roderich.

Ingrid and Mathilde had reached their dormitory, and Ingrid took out her key and unlocked the door. Mathilde asked her, "You wanna come along later, Ingrid?" The Norwegian gave her a bored look and an equally as bored-sounding reply.

"You know I can't stand parties, Mathilde," she drawled in her harsh Tsugaru dialect. Mathilde laughed, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail, then releasing the short strands and collapsing on her bed. Ingrid took out her study notes and settled down on the other bed, beginning to lose herself in the information. Mathilde scoffed; she had never been one to take down notes, let alone study like Ingrid, yet she managed to pass all her exams nonetheless.

"Can I use your notes tomorrow? I'll just cram in the morning, I wanna go to the party tonight. Please?"

Ingrid lifted her dull blue eyes to look at Mathilde, only to be met with a very adorable kicked puppy look, and immediately she knew that she wouldn't be able to refuse the Dane. Sighing in defeat, she replied, "Fine, but only to save your lazy ass. Seriously, I wonder how you can even pass tests at all." Mathilde giggled, knowing that her cute face had once again done the trick.

Soon, it was around 5:50, and Mathilde was in the bathroom, carefully applying make-up on her already-pretty face. Ingrid was now half-way through her History textbook. Mathilde soon finished her make-up, and came out, slamming the door shut. Ingrid looked up, slightly startled.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come?" Mathilde looked back, standing at the open door.

"Yes, I'm sure," Ingrid stated curtly, rolling her eyes at the pout she received.

"Suit yourself!" With a bang, Mathilde was out the door.

"Ah shit," Mathilde cursed as she made her way back to her dormitory. It was already 11PM, and she had just realized that she'd forgotten her purse, which contained all her important stuff and she never went out without it. Reaching inside her pocket, she pulled out the key, then stuck it in the keyhole and turned sharply. The door opened with a simple click sound, and she stumbled in.

Deciding not to turn the lights on – so that she wouldn't wake Ingrid, who was undoubtedly already sleeping, she fumbled blindly through the darkness, and managed to locate the desk on which she put her things. She heard Ingrid breathing harshly, and the sound of something dripping, but she thought nothing of it, as she knew that Ingrid sometimes coughed in her sleep a lot, and the dripping noise was probably just the sink.

Snatching up her wallet, she stumbled back to the door, throwing it open and leaving in a hurry, locking the door behind her.

Yawning loudly, Mathilde checked the bright red watch on her left wrist. It was 4AM, and she was on the way back to her dormitory, the party having just ended. Unlocking the door again, she entered, then without a single thought, collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep.

Just three hours later, her alarm rang, and she woke up with a colorful curse, slamming her hand down on the poor clock. Groaning loudly, Mathilde sat up in bed, stretching her stiff limbs. Not bothering to look around her, she went into the bathroom to wash up. Within minutes, she came out, fresh and awake. Looking over to her friend, she was about to yell a greeting when she was cut short by her own shrill scream of horror.

Ingrid lay on the bed, naked and cut open. Her entrails were pulled out, her intestines lying in a small heap on the ground. Dead, dull blue eyes were wide open in shock, her face frozen in a silent yell of terror, her skin pale and blood-speckled. Her once-beautiful hair had been pulled out in places, and it was obvious that Ingrid had put up a fight. Blood pooled around the bed, soaking the previously-pristine white sheets. Bloody shoe prints trailed all the way to the window, with more bloody handprints on the window panes.

What made the Dane's blood run cold, however, was the sinister message scrawled in Ingrid's blood on the wall behind their beds.

'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?'

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A/N: Oh my God, I told you it freaked me out! D: This urban legend really, really scares me...so I just had to use it in my fanfic xD but I really hope I didn't fail this chapter. I was freaking out half the time I was writing it, lol.

Review, plz? Constructive criticism is appreciated and welcomed, flames shall be thrown at my stupid Maths teacher so she can burn. C:

~garbage(rocks)2