((Here we go, the last chapter.
I felt nervous writing this...I honestly felt like nobody was going to like it, since it was a bit of a dumb idea. Still, inspiration is inspiration!
This will be the longest chapter. There'll be an omake coming up, though.
Hetalia is not mine, and neither is Dream Meltic Halloween~))
The Nordic 5 spent the next day building the haunted house, setting up scares and searching for candy (they were ghosts, so Denmark had to raid a few houses). They quickly got some invitations ready, and then planned out their roles for the evening.
"They'll never know what hit 'em!" Denmark said, tracing a ghostly finger over the edge of his battle axe.
"Believe it or not, I actually think this could be fun." Norway fixed his hairclip and smiled somewhat sinisterly.
"I hope so," added Iceland, bandaging his arm.
"Don't forget to act extra scary!" Finland reminded as he helped Sweden set up the final touches. "We have to make sure the effect is strong."
Soon, all was ready. Norway turned the lights off. "OK. Is everyone ready to go?"
In the pitch black, four glowing eyes illuminated. "Ready."
Hetalia!
Somewhere in the West...
"Yo, Britain!" America said, waving around a white envelope. "We got mail!"
England raised a bushy eyebrow. "From who?"
America glanced at the envelope. "Finland."
"Finland?" England took the envelope and slit it open, taking out a fancy purple invitation. He read it over. "Hmm, it seems to be an invitation to a haunted house night at their place. Intriguing."
"A haunted house?" America beamed. "Dude! We should totally go! I bet it'll be super scary and epic!"
England gave America a deadpan look. "Need I remind you that you're the one that freaks out during horror movies, much to Japan's expense?"
"But a haunted house is different from a horror movie!" said America. "The ghosts in haunted houses are fake!"
England facepalmed.
"Plus, let's make it an extra challenge," America announced. "If the Nordics end up doing something really awesome and make it super scary, the first person to run out screaming gets the point for our annual scare-off."
England imagined America tearing out of the Nordics' mansion in fear, a sinister smirk crawling onto his face. "You're on, git! Get the others—I want witnesses to this."
Hetalia!
Halloween night.
The group standing in front of the Nordics' mansion wasn't everybody in the world, but it wasn't really small, either. The spectators consisted of America, England, Russia, China, Hong Kong, Italy, Germany, Canada, Romano, and Spain.
"I keep forgetting how huge these guys' house is," said America, gazing at it in awe.
"I agree, but I come here more often than you," said England curtly.
"But why did I have to be dragged along, aru?" China groaned. "By you, no less?"
Hong Kong shrugged. "Look, I was kinda interested in what Icy was planning this year."
"That's not a good excuse, aru!"
"Wow..." Italy breathed, looking up at the rather spooky-looking house. "It looks really scary..."
"That's the point, idiota," Romano said stubbornly. Germany sighed.
After everyone stood for a while, making sure everyone who bothered coming had come, America finally thrust open the doors. "OK, haunted house! Here comes the hero!"
"Oh, shut up."
Each country filed inside, where they came to dark room with little decoration except for the candles placed here and there.
"Hmm...a rather simple opening," Hong Kong commented. "Nice job."
"Yeah, but..."
SLAM. Everyone jumped as the front door slammed behind them, leaving them in the candlelight.
The atmosphere was suddenly much darker than when the door had been open. Everyone was silent, watching the flames dance.
Spain was first to speak. "Hey, amigos! I see a door right here!"
"Really?" America and the rest of group turned and indeed, Spain had found a small door leading to the next room.
Spain opened the door and everyone went in, wary.
Now this next room didn't even have candles—it was pitch black inside. As soon as the last of the group walked in, the door creaked and swung shut behind them, leaving them all in total darkness.
"Guys, this is creeping me out."
"I'm scared, Germany..."
"It's too dark in here, aru..."
"I dunno, I think this is fun, da?"
"Where the hell are we, anyway?"
"Wait, shut up...I hear something..."
The nations quieted and listened.
Hehehehe...hahahaha...
"Is that...laughter?" Canada asked, though nobody paid any attention.
The chuckles got louder and closer.
Hee hee hee...hahahaha...hee hee...
"Yeah, this is creeping me out," said America, sweatdropping.
"It's getting closer!"
Ha ha ha ha ha ha...! Hehehehe...!
"What is that?" Romano demanded, eyes darting around the room. "It's freaking me out!"
Suddenly, one by one, the lights turned on. But instead of regular lights, orange, green, red, and purple lights came on, revealing the presence of neon pumpkins, skeletons hung throughout the room, slime covering the walls and candy scattering the floor.
But that was nothing compared to the shapes of the evilly-laughing shadows of the Nordic Five, each with glowing blue or purple eyes. The laughter was twisted and extremely scary, especially at the sight of that Finland and Denmark weren't the only ones doing it.
"Holy...!" America gasped, eyes wide.
The shadows melted back into the dark, but the laughter continued, coming from both nowhere and everywhere.
"OK! Where's the next room?!" Romano shouted, covering his ears.
"Over there!" Russia pointed to a door near the corner, and everyone scrambled to it, yanking it open and escaping inside.
In the dark night, the bat shivers
Stars go round like a merry-go-round nightmare
Only for tonight, we dominate the country
Let's have a party for the missing pumpkin
The nations found themselves in what looked like a party room. A table with party favors strewn across it was in the middle of the room while skeletons and dummies surrounded the table as "guests". America, England and Canada were obviously disturbed. They weren't pulling punches!
"Hey, what's here?" Russia asked, looking at a small lightswitch. He reached out to press it.
"No, aru! It could be a trap—" China frantically ran over to stop him.
Too late. Russia pushed the switch, and a trapdoor opened up underneath him, dragging China down with him, screaming all the while.
The others glanced at one another. "Run!"
And into the next room they went, not noticing Finland's shadow coming after them.
What a colorful fairy tale this fancy, sweet world is!
I hear zombies running, a funeral orchestral for the pumpkin
What comes after you is cheerful music
And the dead...
The nations entered the next room, only to be stopped in their tracks.
The room was filled with mirrors, each showing either a broken or distorted image of whoever looked into it, sometimes even showing bloody images of the looker. The nations bumped into each other frequently, unable to stand seeing the contorted reflections.
Romano backed against a mirror, a bead of sweat coming down his cheek. He wouldn't admit it, but this whole place was really scaring him. Everything was weird and deadly and creepy, and it was making his skin crawl.
Romano was so busy worrying he didn't notice his reflection become a ghostly Norway's image.
Romano felt an icy cold hand grab the nape of his neck.
"GAAAH! HELP, THE MIRROR IS PULLING ME IN!" Romano screeched.
"Roma! Don't worry, I'll help you!" Spain rushed to the rescue, grabbing Romano's arms and attempting to stop the force inside the mirror to release Romano. However, whatever it was, the force was too strong and both Romano and Spain were sucked inside, screaming.
"GUYS!" America took the arm off one of the skeletons and began to pummel the mirror with it, eventually shattering the mirror to bits.
Nothing was there.
"OK, we're leaving!" The remaining nations fled the room as fast as they could run.
Lulilu, lilala
Murmuring the spell, I'll go with you
A fanciful world like this, let's break it and sweeten it up
And soon it'll become just like us
The nations exited the room and came into a hall decorated with lights and various traps. The nations had to be fast as trapdoors and other various scares popped up to surprise them, trying to make it to the next hallway in a haste.
Finally, they threw the next door open and came to another mostly empty room, excluding the piano, suit of armor and mirror at the side of the wall.
"I think we're good for now," said America, panting. "Aren't you guys scared?"
"Not at all," England said, though there was a bit of bluffing in that statement.
"I am starting to feel a bit shaken up," Hong Kong admitted.
"I'm terrified!" Italy yelled, clinging to Germany.
"This is actually pretty frightening," Germany agreed.
"I don't know, I feel scared," Canada said softly.
The group decided to rest for a moment. They couldn't see any ghosts in this room, and everyone tried to stay as far from the mirror as possible.
America took a seat on the piano chair, panting. He was super scared, but he still didn't want to lose to England. Otherwise he would've bailed out when they came in.
"You know," Hong Kong said suddenly, "I have a strange feeling...like we are being watched..."
"Watched?" England echoed, sweating a bit. He slowly turned his head to look around the room, just to see the suit of armor raising a battle axe to America's head...
"AMERICA! LOOK OUT!"
America jumped away in alarm just as the axe sliced the piano chair in half. The suit of armor fell apart as a strange ghostly shape rose, Denmark's laughter echoing off the walls.
"MORE RUNNING AWAY!" America screeched, everyone making a mad dash out.
At 13 Ghost Plaza
A shadow is crouching and watching
At the back alley, you can see a grotesque shadow show
Here comes the narrator with the silk hat
The next hall was even worse—it seemed to be the weapons hall. Various weapons fell and swung at them, narrowly missing their necks, heads and legs. America nearly punched the door down when they entered the next room.
It was the dining room. An elegantly gothic table with chairs surrounding it was in the center, and various candies, doughnuts, sweets and other assorted confections were scattered on the table.
Italy instantly brightened. "Candy!" He gladly skipped to the table.
"Wait, Italy!" Germany warned, "Stop! You don't know what those could be!"
"Don't be silly, it's just candy!" Italy said innocently. He reached into a bowl full of peanut butter cups when suddenly, he let out a screech.
Italy removed his hand from the bowl, only to reveal that a pale hand had grabbed it from inside the bowl.
"ITALY!" Germany and America both hauled Italy out of the hand's grasp, before it snatched some more and sank back.
A cold, airy voice echoed through the room.
You'll never leave this place...
"COME ON! WE'RE HEADING OUT OF THIS FREAK SHOW!" America shouted, running out with the other nations in tow.
"By the way, what time is it?" Asked to whom?
Even the rabbit was made out of sweets
We entrust ourselves to the sweet smell
So let's eat as many candies and doughnuts as we can
After tripping down the stairs, the door at the end of the staircase opened and allowed the group to tumble into another pitch black place.
The nations shivered. "OK, England, you win! I want out!" America cried.
"As much as I'd love to rub it in your face, I can't! This is a bit unnerving for me, too, you know!" England admitted.
"Germany...I wanna go home!" Italy sobbed.
"Shut up a minute, I hear things..." Hong Kong said.
Indeed, there were more voices.
It'll all melt away soon, and vanish for good
Very transient, "just for one night"
See? As we whisper in your ear,
You'll feel better and better
But, what you've chased won't last forever
Just a brief moment, in this "fairy tale"
Sooner or later, it'll vanish forever and a day
Then, the room illuminated with the flames of tons of candles all around the room, as well as the malevolent glow from the jack-o-lanterns. The creepy scene froze the nations, unable to utter a word.
Then, they appeared. The Nordics.
The Nordics were all dressed in tattered clothes, their eyes dull but brightly glowing in the spooky darkness of the room. Their blackened shadows were huge, surrounding the group like giants. They all smiled eerily, looking down at the last survivors with wild amusement.
Lulilu, lilala
You murmur the spell with those lips of yours
Then, you'll wake up, only just realizing it
You've become just like us
The final line came out cold like ice.
The name is "Halloween (10/31)".
That did it. A bunch of the nations barring the less emotional ones let out a scream as the ghosts cackled in their fun.
The ghostly Finland swooped up the ceiling, his smile wide and a little crazy. "Oh, isn't it WONDERFUL?"
"You know it is!" Denmark agreed, spinning his axe.
"We hope to see you all again very soon," deadpanned Norway, Iceland and Sweden in perfect unison.
"OK, I'M DONE! WE'RE OFF!" America grabbed the shocked and twitching England and hauled him into the hall, while Germany did the same with Italy. Canada stumbled after them, and Hong Kong, though more awed than scared, followed suit.
The countries dashed out, tripping down the stairs in their fear-driven all tripped and bumped into each other, each in a hurry to get past all the various horrors and into the dark night outside. After nearly falling down the last flight of stairs, the group scrambled up and out the door, both America and Italy screaming their heads off in horror.
Hetalia!
Up at the top room, the five ceased their laughter and finally descended to the ground. "That was kind of fun," said Finland, his form much more relaxed instead of crazed image he had seconds before.
"It felt kind of nice to scare the living daylights out everyone else," said Iceland, a smirk playing at his lips. "Maybe we should be hosting the Halloween bashes from now on."
"I kind of agree there," said Norway, looking proud of the show they had put on. "Seeing England scared is priceless."
"Yeah!" Denmark said, before turning to Norway. He smiled hopefully.
Norway sighed. "Fine. You're off the hook."
"HECK YEAH!" Denmark fist-pumped.
"By the way, Norway, I think it was pretty clever how you managed to integrate the reversal spell into that song!" Finland added, smiling.
"Speakin' o' which, shouldn't we b' getting back t' normal now?" Sweden asked.
"Well..."
Right on cue, the Nordics found themselves getting clearer and more solid, their feet beginning to reach the ground. Within a minute, they were back to their old selves.
"Awesome!" Denmark yelled. "Now, we have some loose ends to tie!"
"You're annoying," said Norway. He began to walk out the door. "Come on, let's go free China, Russia and the tomato pair."
((OK! So next we'll wrap things up with an epilogue/omake and things are done.
I think I should write more Nordics. This was fun. ^_^))