Haha wow okay I know guys that it's been like what, almost two years? I just now finally got a chance to write a chapter and all that and omg I'm extremely sorry. Since the last time I updated this was when I was like, thirteen or whatever, I cringe whenever I read the past chapters and ugghhh I kinda want to fix them up some because I see so many obvious plot holes and weird things it's embarrassing. But, If you guys rather I just leave the last chapters as they are then that's fine too vwv

Anyways you didn't wait this long to hear me babble so here you go! Hopefully I've improved this past year :V prolly not tho haha :'D

My hands are definitely not shaking as I turn the pistol around in my hands so the barrel is pointing at the black mass hunched before me. The thing starts to straighten up, it's red hot eyes burning with agitation as it rubs at the back of its head. I vaguely notice the footsteps scurrying around the room behind me before a flick is heard and the room is flooded with light. My eyes adjust, and I see a white-headed man standing in front of me.

"I don't know what I did that made you want to bash my head in with your flimsy gun but whatever I did I'm sure it was amazing," He shoots out and pokes me in the chest with his stupid finger.

"For your information, the gun is not flimsy. And I really think you should expect to take a beating if you're going to go sneaking around when there's a demon crawling around this building!" Who does this guy think he is lurking around with his creepy red eyes and stupid hair? I swear if I have to deal with any more lunatic nations this demon won't be the only thing I'm hunting. Is this guy even a nation?

"Oh, come now enfants, this was all just a misunderstanding," France cues, but his voice has a slight wobble to it.

"Excuse me but I, Prussia, am not a child," Oh please, "And if I recall, I was minding my own business before you two came in and started assaulting me with all this nonsense of demons! Really France, I thought you were past this," Prussia lets out this cackle that sounds like a stuttering snake. France sighs tiredly and mutters something along the lines of 'here we go again.' But these theatrics are getting old, and this ancient demon or whatever isn't going to just waltz right up to us and summon itself back to hell. If we're going to get anything done, then the bull crapping around has to stop.

"Just shut up alright, we have a potential life threatening creature from hell, and from my understanding you already have one or two of your friends one fry short of a Happy Meal. If we don't figure out who or what this thing is then we better all kiss our sanity goodbye." My voice is deep and harsh with every word, and I hope that what I am telling them gets through their thick skulls. Prussia rolls his eyes but I assume he agrees.

"Alright," France nods at me in understanding and turns to Prussia, "Japan...he's seen terrible things. What they are, we don't know, but it shook him up pretty bad and he ran off some time ago. We need to find him so make yourself useful and help us." Prussia's quiet for a moment, gaze shifting between France and I as he takes in the severity of the situation.

"Okay, I'll help," He declares, "I mean it's pretty obvious that you guys won't get anywhere without my awesome help!" Before I can make a comment on how we can indeed do this without his help, he's already rushing towards the door with the rock symbol pumped up in the air. He thrusts the door open and calls out, "Later schweinehund!"

"The nerve," France says to no one in particular and walks out of the room. A growl-like sigh escapes my lips and I can't help but think that if it were just Sam and I, we'd have this case solved already.

I hate nations.

I shove the gun into my pocket and hurry out into the dark hallway where France is waiting for me. He takes one glance at me before meandering ahead. I should be the one in front, considering he more than likely doesn't know what he's doing, but I leave it alone for now. Besides, if anything comes up from behind at least i'll be ready.

We make our way down another hallway where there's a stingy smell overtaking the area. A black dust can just barely be seen drifting in the street lights shining through the windows, fluttering towards the ceiling whenever one of us walks into it. There's a heavy atmosphere, and from all my past experiences I know that this is never a good thing.

"Something's going to happen," France pauses for a moment and turns to me, something along the lines of discomfort written on his face.

"I don't suppose that 'something' involves pretty ladies?"

"Unfortunately."

The word just barely escapes my mouth before everything takes a sharp spiral downwards. The black dust thickens until it turns into a dark smoke that darts somewhere off in the distance like it's being vacuumed out of the corridor. The smell of corpses suddenly pounds into my noise and I find myself choking and gasping for clean air. My eyes begin to water as the smell gets stronger and the smoke gets thicker and darker. I try to call out for France, but it's become so murky that I can barely see five feet in front of me. I kneel over hacking my lungs out and somewhere along the line, a witch like cry reverberates throughout the entire building.

I take in a deep, shaky breath full of black smoke and reach into my pockets for the holy water and gun. My hands are shaking again, only worse this time around, and I unscrew the cap to the holy water. Quickly, I throw what's left of the contents into the smoke. There's a loud shriek; the smoke thins out and at first I think it's all over, but the black smog condenses just as fast as it dims. All the smoke that disappeared at the end of the hallway earlier comes rushing back with the force of a sandstorm. It's taken on a shape, a raven, and it takes a deep red hue for a moment or so.

By now I'm lying on the floor and my limbs won't cooperate enough to grab hold of the gun, not that it'll probably do much anyways. It's pathetic that I have a high possibility of dying right here right now. I'm a hunter damn it, I'm suppose to be stronger than this. I'm suppose to protect Sam and anyone who can't defend themselves against things that go bump in the night.

Sam.

Sam, Sam, Sam!

My heart jumps down to my stomach as I realize that for the first time in a while I am truly scared. My mind is a scrambled mess and the only thing I can make out past the raven calls and wails is my brother's name. What if he's in the same situation as me? He doesn't have me with him which leaves him to defend for himself. Not that I don't think he can handle being a hunter, but if the holy water isn't working then this means that whatever this is is more powerful then we originally thought. Sam could very well be dying and I can't do a thing about it. The thought of him somewhere, alone and dying, feels like a punch in the throat.

Defeat is becoming a more and more likely choice for me as the assault continues, and I just want the wailing and choking to stop. Throughout my struggling, I almost completely miss the flash of green light engulfing the hallway, and the raven figure dissipates into thin air. Rubbing my eyes and coughing up the smoke that escaped into my lungs, I look a little ways down the corridor and see the injured man, England, run towards me.

"Get up! Get up! My magic can only keep it away for so long!" I repair my wits and remember that France was with me. I look around and see him farther down the hallway. My legs are like jelly when I stand, and it takes me a moment to get my footing right, but when I do, I grab England by the arm and go to retrieve the French man. He's unconscious when I reach him, but I don't have time to thoroughly check to see if he's alright so with a little help from England, I lug him over my shoulders and run as far away from this corridor as possible

This chapter came out shorter than I expected so I'm also sorry for that ^^' Also, I completely forgot where I was going with this story so the plot or whatever might change huehue im so unorganized