England scowled as he walked down the corridor of the World Meeting Base.
"That dratted American…that stupid frog…ugh…both annoy me to hell and back…"
As usual, they hadn't got anything done at the meeting. It went like it always does…America comes up with ridiculous ideas which features him as the hero, he talks with his mouth full…France and England argued, the other countries joined in too. Germany shouts, and there comes the three minutes each. The meeting had finally gone on an hour lunch break.
"That's odd…I didn't realise it before…but, Belgium wasn't at the meeting…"
Flying Mint Bunny was nowhere to be seen, either.
England shivered. The temperature seemed to drop suddenly. Black and white dots raced on the corner of his eyes, as the walls seemed to of closed in.
Thunder crashed outside, lightning lighting up the hallway. He could hear the pitter-patter of the rain. He winced. He always hated storms. And he used to be a pirate, too. Oh the irony.
England was getting anxious now. No one was in the hallway now, and it was eerily silent too…
He came across a door. An ordinary door really, the same as the others. A thick, pine wood door with a rusty knob.
"Odd…that door wasn't…here before, right? I could of sworn…" he muttered, his hand on the knob, twisting it, then swinging it open.
The door made a loud, ear-splitting creak as it opened towards him, seemingly moving on it's own…slowly…
The Brit peered inside nervously, and what he saw, he paled. His blood ran cold, and he started shaking.
Red, crimson blood painted pure white walls, three corpses lied slumped against them, or sprawled out on the dusty floor. Plaster was crumbling down from the ceiling.
"…No…way…" he choked, dust clamming his airways and lungs.
He recognised the bodies as Belgium, Cuba and Hong Kong. He gagged. Belgium's chest was completely ripped open, and her organs were no where in sight. Cuba's throat was torn, and his windpipe was dangling out. Hong Kong was the worse. He's face was missing, he's stomach ripped open, he was missing all of his limbs, and he's heart lay next to him. The light was surprisingly, on.
England stepped into the room.
That was his downfall.
(With America)
"Goddammit…where is England, Belgium, Cuba and Hong Kong?" he asked.
He had no answer. The lights flickered.
"Stupid storm…" he muttered, looking around at the other nations. He opened his mouth, about to speak, until he heard a blood-curdling scream.
"ARTHUR!"
(Back with England)
He looked around, inspecting the room. He was stood in a puddle of vermillion blood. The substance dripped from the ceiling.
It was a windowless room, with no furniture.
The hair on the back of his neck stood, as he felt something, someone, breathing on it. He spun round, only to meet a figure dressed in black and golden yellow. He's uniform was a military uniform.
"Y-you!" he stuttered. The figure grinned manically, red eyes glowing in the dark, short black hair framing his face, as a white gloved hand held a sharp sword, drenched with blood.
The figure was shorter then England, but way more intimidating.
"Why? W-why did you do this?"
"To...test…my own…how do I put this…strength, maybe? Or maybe…to…spill some blood…"
The figure rammed the sword through England's heart. Blood spurted everywhere, landing on the figure's lips. He licked them clean, staining his tongue red.
"Mmmhmm…farewell, Igirisu-san…jigoku ni iku…"
He screamed.
A pencil dropped.
The lights flickered off…
~Shry
Me: Hope you liked it. Can you guess who the killer is? I think it's obvious~
The killed says Go to hell because he can. He's awesome.
Jigoku ni iku – Go to hell
Igirisu – England
Shry – The End