Chapter 11, The Maze

By the time England had woken up, all chaos had happened. Scotland, Wales, and Ireland were yelling at London for his apperent idocy, which London promptly ignored. America was hyperventalating and repeatedly saying that he wasn't afraid (even though he clearly was). Canada was...ignored sadly enough. France was trying to get on top of England; however his plan was repeatedly thwarted by well, everyone in the room. Spain was, er well he was ocasionally talking with France and Prussia with a face that can only be discribed as a, 'rape face'. Japan was taking pictures of England while he slept; and ocasionally looking at London every now and then. Germany was trying (and failing) to keep order in the room. Italy was babling on about how he was hungry and wanted Pasta. Prussia was with Spain and France; Russia was laughing at America; China was simply staying out of any fights; and last but not least, London was trying to keep his temper. Besides trying to find a way to get out of this mess, and wake England up.

After a few seconds, London finally snapped,

"WILL YOU ALL BLOODY FUCKING SHUT THE FLYING FUCK UP?! I'M 'IRED F YOOOR FUCKIN' SHI' YOW FUCKIN' ASSHA'S!"

And so there was silence.

"The bloody hell was that all about?"

And so England woke up. Well, that's two problems that London solved in two sentences. Then came a loud stomping sound.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god," chanted America. London rolled his eyes ,

"Alright everyone, hide. It's Bro". Scotland raised an eyebrow,

"Bro?" England shrugged,

"Don't question it,". With that, America, Russia, and China his behind the cupboard. Japan, Germany, and Italy hid under the table. (Which was actually rather large, and London made sure to give specific instructions for Germany and Japan to keep Italy from making any noises) Spain, France, Prussia went to the closet, much to their protests. Finally Scotland, Wales, and Ireland went under the bed; with England and London on top of them.

After at least an hour of silence London signaled it was okay to get up, or out depending on where you were. Out of seemingly no where London pulled out two swords as England brought out a brown oak wand of some sort. London tested the weight of the black bladed sword,

"It's a bit lighter than I remember, Gilbert here". He added as he motioned Prussia to take the other sword. Once he did William put his sword in a holster and went to look at the other Allies, Axis, and Spain.

"This is where you regret calling England crazy," he said signaling a 'go ahead' to England. Prussia took position behind London, in which he was behind England.

"Uhhh". London turned and raised an eyebrow at Spain,

"What?"

"Eh, Gilbert just seems to be acting...off all of a sudden". England and London looked at each other. Than at the other nations, than at Gilbert, than back to eachother, and laughed.

"Contrary to popular belief, Gill isn't an exact perv you idiots. Honestly if you fell for that then I wonder, what else have you missed these passed few decades?" Said London eyebrow raised. Prussia scoffed,

"Ja, but with what you guys drag me into. It's hard not to get to know each other better". England 'hmmed' as he went passed the door.

"W-Wait! England, where are you going?" said America, totally not in fear, oh no. He's just worried for him right? After all, he is the hero. England stuck his head back in and gave out a skeptial look,

"You really think we would come here, in a haunted mansion, and not come prepared?" After that the nations went out of the room together and followed the two brothers.

"FUCK!" yelled William as he was dragged across the hall by a black tentacle, it was followed by a scream, "AHHHHH! FUCK THE HELL?! NO FACE, NO FACE, ALBION HHHHHHHEEEELLL-". It was suddenly cut short as the halls once again turned to silence. England started panicing,

"Will?! Fuck, William Harry Kirkland answer me god dammit!"

"Hello Mr. Kirkland~"

A man in a sweatshirt walked in, with a smile that ran a chill through your spine. Eyes were lined with black and the smile was covered with something suspiciously like blood.

"Jeff the killer," England said; gripping his wand tightly.

"W-What?!" yelped America.

"Oh belt up ye american git!" shushed Scotland, watching England carefully.

"Vee~" Italy whimpered, "Germany, that man looks scaryyy".

"S-Shut up idiota," said Romano; clinging to his brother.

"What are you doing here Jeff? Shouldn't you be, well, we both know where," said England. Looking at Jeff calmly.

"Hehehe, well. You know me~ I hear the Headless Horse man is here too~" replied Jeff, throwing the knife in the air, then catching the knife with the other, spining it between his fingers carelessly.

"Wrong Jeff, he's still in Sleepy Hallow, chasing after Ichabod," said England, rolling his eyes.

"Hahaha, I supose your right, but you know...," Jeff drawled.

"What Jeff?" England said narrowing his eyes.

"Khahahaha no more Kirkland, time for you and your friends to, go to sleep!" Jeff began running toward England full speed.

"Shit! Lentus!" *latin for slow* Jeff's running bacame slow as he turned to Scotland.

"Allistor! Get you and the other's asses out of there! We have sprinting to do, that spell won't last for long!"

And so the sprinting began, America in the lead. There was one thought circling through out their heads, 'Is London ok?'

A/n: sorry for the out burst in the previous chapter, I was presured with drama that I will not bore you with. I also apologise for any mistakes you may find in this. Sorry, I own nothing except London. Review, follow, or favorite. Whatever you want to do, bye.