Date Written: December 17, 2011

Word Count: 641

Summary: When America invites the nations of the world over to his house for a scary movie night and England messes up a potion in the basement, the countries get transported into the world of Silent Hill. Multiple pairings, but not the focus of this story. Rated T for now, rating may go up in later chapters for blood and gore. NOTE: Does not follow the exact plot of any of the Silent Hill games or the movie.

Warnings: I think there's some more Silent Hill inaccuracies, as well as Romano's language. Plus a transition to the Otherworld.

Disclaimer: Hetalia and Silent Hill do not belong to me.

Prussia, Germany, and Romano were currently picking their way through another graveyard, this one set in front of a large church. The fog was still hanging around, creeping through the tombstones and billowing up the steps of the church.

"This fucking sucks…"

"No really."

"Yes because I'm stuck here with you two potato bastards."

"I totally feel the awesome love."

"Both of you, stop it. We need to find a way back to the others and then out of here."

"Should we start with the church?"

"Considering we're standing right on the stupid fucking steps…"

"-sigh- Yes, we should start with the church."

Reaching the steps of the church, the trio of countries paused briefly to discuss what to do next before pushing their way through the heavy wooden doors into the church.

Our next group of countries – Canada, Italy, Russia, and Belarus – had stopped outside a large building with a sign that read 'Grand Hotel'. They as well were currently debating whether to investigate or not. Well, mostly. Italy was hiding half behind Canada and Russia was trying to avoid Belarus.

After a long time of going nowhere other than hiding and avoiding, Canada finally rolled his eyes and pushed open the doors to the hotel and walking inside.

"Ve, Canada, wait!"

"Belarus stay away from meee!"

"Big brother, this would be such a perfect place for our wedding, yes?"

Upon further inspection, which wasn't really that much, the warehouse revealed itself to be a bowling alley. The first thing that Japan, America, and Poland (also France, but he wasn't really seeing much of anything at the moment) saw was a set of dark, rickety-looking stairs that led deep down into the building. How far down, exactly, the nations could not tell as the stairs descended into complete blackness.

"Should we go down?"

"Well it's not like we have anywhere else to be…"

"Good point."

And so the small group of countries cautiously made their way down the set of stairs, being careful to hold onto the handrails on either side of the set of stairs and watching where they put their feet.

"…I don't like this…I'm getting, like, a really bad feeling…"

"…Same…Dude, this is creeeepppyyyy!"

"I agree with America-san."

"Maybe we should, like, go back…"

"Dude, where's your sense of adventure?"

"I left it in the land of the, like, freakin' LIVING. AS IN, NOT IN SILENT HILL!"

"Alright, we get it, but let's just keep going for now."

"Fine…"

"Ou est moi?"

"FRANCE!"

The previously-passed out country in question was promptly dropped by a freaked-out Poland.

"France-san, are you okay?"

"Ow…"

"DUDE, YOU'RE FINALLY AWAKE!"

Suddenly, the door behind them that they had previously walked through slammed shut with a loud bang, plunging the group into darkness.

"Shit."

"Does someone have a flashlight or something?"

"Oui, here."

Just as France turned on the penlight he had taken out of his pocket, the loud shriek of a siren screamed through the air.

"Anyone else hearing that siren?"

"Y's."

"Anyone else thinking that we should search faster?"

"Yes."

Sweden, Denmark, Iceland, and Finland had already explored a substantial amount of the school by this time and were currently standing in a hallway, having paused once they started hearing the sirens.

"Th' w'lls…th'y're…m'lt'ng?"

"I think you might be right…"

"You actually understood that?"

"Yes…why?"

"…Never mind."

The walls were not, in fact, 'melting', they were more sort of peeling off the walls and rusting with copious amounts of blood dripping down the rusted metal grating that was left. In the distance was a strange rattling and scratching noise.

"I vote we run."

"Agreed, let's go."

The group picked up the pace, hurrying away from the steadily growing noise and peeling walls.

"You're not going to explain what's going on, are you?"

Nope! Have fun!

"Gr't…"

My last mid-term until after winter break was on Friday, so I will be updating all my stories again! :D