A/N: Alright I haven't updated for months, my bad. I've transferred school so trying to fit in has pretty much consumed half my life; I haven't had the time to type out a new chapter. Hetalia...isn't exactly my main interest right now, but I'll continue updating sporadically, how's that sound? My sense of writing Hetalia characters IC may or may not have gotten rusty so I'm trying my best here guys. (also looking at myself in my previous chapters makes me want to hurl wow I sounded like an idiot)

Characters used: England (Arthur Kirkland)

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"Excuse me, miss, I'd like a room, single night stay please."

The woman at the front desk turned to Arthur Kirkland, a smile on her face. "Alright, your room number is 113, would you like to pay in cash or credit card?"

"Cash, if that's fine." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and handled a couple of bills to the receptionist, then took his keys from the woman and was about to head off when she tapped his shoulder. "Yes?" The look on her face was slightly unnerving, as if she was worried about something. She gestured for him to lean closer, and he did, cautious.

"Next to your room, there's a locked suite with no number. Entrance to that room is prohibited, and under no circumstances are you to look into it. Enjoy your stay."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, but replied, "Thank you," nonetheless, grabbing his luggage and heading upstairs to his room. He checked his watch, and realized that it was a little late. "Should be getting to bed," he murmured to himself, and decided to take a quick shower before crawling into bed.

Despite the late hour, Arthur lay awake for hours, curiosity eating away at his inside. Why had the woman told him not to enter the room? What was wrong with it? "For God's sake, I'm turning into a child," he chastised himself, but he gave in to his subconscious and unlocked his door, going out into the darkened hall. Arthur took a double check to see if anyone was watching, just instinctively, and then he reached down at the handle and pulled at the door of the room without a number.

It was locked.

"Balls," he cursed silently, before he noticed the keyhole below it. "Hm..maybe I could..." Arthur squatted, peering into the keyhole. A stream of cold air hit his eyeball, making him blink several times. It was small, but he could visibly see a terribly pale woman sitting in the lit room, facing the window, away from the door. Frowning, Arthur straightened back up. He briefly contemplated knocking on the door, but decided that he'd done enough snooping around. Walking back to his room, he slept.

The next morning, Arthur gathered up his things and left his hotel room, locking the door behind him. As he passed the room without a number, he couldn't resist squatting down again and taking a peek through the keyhole once again. However, this time, all he saw was red. Nothing else. Just a whole sea of red. Perhaps the inhibitants of the room had caught him peeking and decided to block it up. Shrugging it off, Arthur continued on his way down the hall, deciding to ask the receptionist.

The woman sighed, and said, "You looked through the keyhole, didn't you?" Without waiting for a response, she continued, "I might as well tell you the story. A few years ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and the person who had stayed in it afterwards told us that he'd seen a pale woman with blood red eyes in the corner of the room at night, so we locked it and tore the number plate off, denying anyone access to the room ever again."

A chill ran down Arthur's spine.

Blood red eyes.