Update~ XD If you were wondering, the haunted elementary school in the original game was called Heavenly Host Elementary XD I just changed it to Hetalia XD
England couldn't take the silence anymore. The two of them had said nothing for what seemed like hours, but could only have been a few minutes.
"We..." he started uncertainly. "We should try to find a way out of here"
France blinked in confusion "A way out...?"
England nodded "We can't just stay here. We need to do something!"
"But the windows are sealed shut" France said sadly. "It's not like they're locked or just stuck...it's as if they're just decorations on the wall! I don't think they can open!" He looked around the room miserably. "Is it even possible to leave this place?"
The Brit sighed. "Maybe...there's an entrance or some way of getting outside..."
"...I suppose you're right...It'll be a lot better than just standing here" France smiled slightly. "I can't help but think I'll go crazy in here..."
"Right" England sounded a lot more optimistic than he actually felt. "The first thing to do is to leave this room" He gestured to the door he had come from. "And it's not just us. The others should be here too"
"And if we find them it'll be much easier to get out of here" The Frenchman said positively.
The two countries didn't have any reason to believe what they had just said. All they knew was that if they did nothing they would eventually go mad. As they walked towards the door, France stopped England.
"Angleterre, is there something wrong with your leg?"
England looked down in surprise. "Oh, right. I forgot about that" He laughed nervously. "I just sprained my ankle when I fell. It's nothing"
France gasped in alarm. "That's not nothing! Are you going to be alright?"
"I can still walk at least" England smiled. "It should heal on its own"
"Even so, you shouldn't push yourself" France stepped closer to England. "Here, you can lean on my shoulder"
Under normal circumstances, the Brit would have denied the offer and pushed the damn frog away. But these were far from normal circumstances.
He sighed "...Thanks" England said grudgingly as he leant on the Frenchman for support.
Another earthquake suddenly started. The two countries yelled out and grabbed on to each other in surprise. They didn't move again until the tremors seemed to have stopped.
"Is...is it over?" France asked nervously.
"I...I think so...Lets just get out of this room" England said firmly.
They pushed the door open, stumbling into the hallway. England gasped as he looked around the suddenly lit corridor.
"Is something wrong?" France asked in concern.
England blinked in confusion. "The hall...looks completely different..." he said in shock.
"...That earthquake...could have made more of the floorboards collapse?" The Frenchman said hopefully. The Brit nodded uncertainly. What else could explain it?
The two of them started to warily explore, trying to stay away from the large places were the floorboards had fallen through. Eventually they managed to find a set of stair that lead down to the first floor.
"Look Angletere" France pointed down to some shoes that were scattered around the floor. "They're so small...I suppose this really was an école primaire" he said almost nostalgically.
"You're right" England replied, probably deep in his own memories. He looked up in surprise when he realised something "Hey France, wouldn't that be the entrance?" he gestured to the door in front of them.
But France was still looking at the shoes, making remarks about how amazing it is that they had kept so well and wondering what kind of child they had belonged to.
England groaned unnecessarily loudly. He limped slightly to the door, and grabbed the handle, trying to pull it open as hard as he could.
It almost seemed unwilling to open.
"It won't open" England gasped. "I wonder if it can even be opened with force..."
"Really?" France asked unhappily. England jumped in surprise at the sound of the Frenchman's voice. "I suppose we'll have to find another way out..."
Since the floorboards were missing around the other parts of that room, they decided they should look around some of the classrooms that had been upstairs.
The next classroom was smaller than the one they had woken up in, with most of the floorboards missing too.
England took a few hesitant steps inside, but then shrieked a little more high pitched then he would have ever admitted.
"Oh, Angletere" France teased "What are you so scared of?" He followed the Brit's line of vision but then screamed himself.
A skeleton, still in some kind of school uniform, lay at the other end of the room.
The blood drained from France's face "Why...is there a dead person here?"
"Let's take a closer look" England stepped towards the body. "They...might not be fake" His hopes were useless. The bones were definitely real.
"You two..." England jumped back from the body in alarm. "You must be new victims..." A small flame like spirit appeared over the body.
"A-a ghost?" France yelled.
England looked at him in surprise. "You can see it?" England was used to seeing ghosts. He was actually friends with a few! But whenever he talked them, or any of his magical friends for that matter, everyone just looked at him like he was crazy. "Who are you?" He asked the spirit when he realised France was too shocked to answer.
"I was brought here against my will and trapped here...just like you"
"Trapped?" England asked. "Do you mean...there's no way out?"
"I'm afraid not. This school exists in its own reality, different from the world you are from" The ghost explained.
"Then why were we brought here?" England was starting to sound angry.
"...'It' brought you here. It always brings new victims to this school...Innocent people who have done no wrong..." The spirit said, almost sadly "This is a cursed multidimensional place...Multiple planes of existence created by a vengeful spirit" The lights flickered "'Closed space'...Or prehaps 'closed spaces'...All of us are the unlucky victims of an inescapable abduction..."
"Closed spaces?"
"Yes. And it seems you two are not the only ones to have been brought here. I can sense numerous others..."
England gasped. Does that mean the others are here to? He thought to himself. I...wonder if they're okay...
"So our friends are here to?" France asked suddenly.
"I don't know the exact number...but I do know that others were pulled into these spaces at the same time as you...They are definitely in this school"
France smiled "Génial! That means we're not alone Angleterre! We'll be able to find Amérique and everyone else!"
"However...you can't meet them" The two countries turned to the spirit in surprise. "They are in this school. But the space they are in is different to this one...If you want to see your friends, you will have to find a way to enter their space, or bringing them into this space...Even then, escape is impossible...but you'll be together..."
"So there's really no way out?" France asked worriedly.
"You said we were brought here by a vengeful spirit" England said. "But who is it? Why did it take us?"
"I don't know...the motive of our captors or how to escape...But if you do find your friends, your chances would be much greater if you work together...You must do what you can...to escape...Don't end up like us..."
The door at the other end of the room opened with a clicking noise. England and France blinked in surprise, turning to see who could have opened it. No one was there.
"That was odd" France mumbled, turning back to the ghost.
"N-no!" The spirit gasped. It flickered before vanishing.
The two nations looked at each other in confusion. Something moved at the corner of their eyes, making them look toward the front of the room.
A shadow, as that was the only way to describe it, seemed to hover next to the blackboard in the classroom. It almost seemed like it was staring at them.
"A-Angleterre" France stammered as the shadow moved closer to them. England seemed to of frozen in place. "Run. We need to go, now!" He grabbed England's arm and started to run. About half way out of the room, England remembered how his legs worked.
They collapsed next to a wall outside the room, gasping.
"France, are you okay?" England asked as he started to get his breath back.
The Frenchman nodded. "I'm fine. But what was that? Some kind of shadow?"
"It...seemed kind of evil..."
"It did. The ghost seemed scared of it too..."
England looked up at France carefully. "And you saw it too?"
"We were both talking to it Angleterre!"
"I know...I don't understand any of this...All I know is that we're trapped here..." England sighed as he stood up.
France jumped up next to him. "It will be fine Angleterre! That ghost said that as long as we work together we could find a way out..." He smirked. "The two of us...work together..." France started laughing.
England couldn't help but smile too. "You're right. We're doomed aren't we?"
They laughed together until they felt well enough to continue.
"Let's try this classroom" France said after they had been walking for a bit. The door opened easily.
England looked inside uneasily. "I don't know France...I...I have a bad feeling about this room..."
"It's fine" France smiled. "Who knows? Maybe this room has hidden treasure. You're a pirate; you've got to love the sound of that!"
"Ex-pirate" England said dryly. He sighed and let France drag him inside.
France whimpered suddenly. Another dead body lay in the middle of the room. The person had scratched into the floor with their finger nails, the message: Whatever you do, don't look at the newspaper.
"We should go" England said firmly "There's something not right about this room..."
"Right..." France paused. "But, I'm curious about that newspaper now" he gestured to a newspaper on the floor across the room. "Can we have a little look?"
"But that message said..." England trailed off as France picked up the newspaper.
"Heavenly Post: Serial kidnapping ends in murder" France read aloud "Bodies of the children who went missing at Heavenly Host Elementary have been recovered at the basement of the school" The article began to describe the case in detail. The bottom half of the paper had been torn off, so it could not be read any further.
"That's awful..." England said quietly.
The door slammed shut.
"What?" France ran to the door, attempting to push it open. But the door now seemed fixed to the wall like a decoration. It couldn't open. "Why...Why won't it open?" He asked shakily.
"France" England had turned pale "The paper" He pointed at the newspaper.
France peered at the newspaper nervously. It now had a new title.
Heavenly Post: You will never leave this room
*Gasp* Oh no! I hope you liked this chapter too XD Please review and tell me what you think ^_^