Do I know the ending? Nope. Do I know why Slender Man is back? Other than the fact that he's a supernatural being, nope. Do I know why I'm ACTUALLY making a third? Nope. But I am. And here it is. People asked, so I'm slaving away to make them happy. Hopefully though, I can drag this one out just a tad bit longer without falling behind in plot value. Like I always do... So, let's give it a shot, shall we?

Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing involving Hetalia nor Slender Man. All I actually own the rights to is Czech and Slovak (and I hope you guys love them so~).

Trees lined the beaten pathway in the dense woods that currently outstretched ahead. Not a single soul could be found and what was worse, the one soul he was in search for wasn't located here either. The boy had gotten a text early in the morning, around four, from the one person he was hoping to found out here. They had said there wasn't anything to worry about and that getting others involved would be useless, but they were okay and well and would return shortly before adding 'I love you' at the end. Though this behavior was typical of this person, it wasn't like them to send a message like this. It was short and simple and got straight to the point and whatever had happened, they clearly wanted to solve it alone. But that was damned near impossible with her. She was short-tempered and threw tantrums and when she didn't get her way, she grew angry quickly and if she wasn't alone her anger could cause her demise. If that were possible for nations.

Heaving a sigh, the boy ran a hand through his blonde bangs before placing his flashlight in his mouth to readjust his hair tie. As if on cue, his phone gave a light 'blip' in his pocket as he received another message. Pulling it out hastily, he groaned as he realized it wasn't from the person he was wanting to hear from the most.

'Sender: Ivan

Subject: Any luck?

I was wondering if you had found her yet. Please do call your uncle before I travel to Germany myself and ring his damned neck~.'

"Uncle Gilbert must be calling him nonstop for me to receive a message like this," he lightly laughed before typing out a quick reply and pocketing his cell.

Giving one last look around the forest, his hopes started to shatter. He had searched almost everywhere and she was nowhere to be found. The bathrooms in the opposite direction were locked and there had been nothing but trees for miles and as he looked up into the sky, he realized the sun was already starting to set and the blue had been stained a beautiful orange-ish color. And being in the middle of the woods like this, a sunset could prove as a roadblock. His sister was indeed spontaneous. She liked to go out and do things when she wanted, hardly ever contacting anyone until she felt like it. So this wasn't the first time Mikhail has had to go off in search for his older sister. But what was strange was the fact that she had contacted him from a forest. When had she started to hang out in forests? And what other nation could she be with to do something such as this? His phone made another small 'blip' noise, causing the boy to jump. He pulled it out again and scanned over the I.D, giving a huge smile as he recognized the name.

'Sender: Annie

Subject: Czechie.

He sees you.'

Furrowing his brows, Mikhail studied the small text for some time. What was Annessa talking about? Who sees him? As he begun to click buttons on his phone, attempting to ask her what it was she meant, his phone cut off. He blinked. That was strange. Holding down the 'End' button, he awaited for the screen to come alive with light again. But nothing happened. This was more bizarre. It was fully charged, he knew it was! As he stood there, removing and reinserting the battery, holding down the 'End' button, he realized that nothing was going to convince this phone to cut back on. And looking up at the sky once more, he knew walking in the forest at night would be difficult, even with his unused flashlight still in hand.

"Best go home then, I suppose..." he mumbled lowly to himself before turning around.

But as he turned, he wasn't met with the sight of the road that led into the distance and back to the picnic area where his car was parked. Oh no. He was met with black. Black fabric, to be exact. And as he looked up, his eyesight landed on the palest face he, or anyone he knew, had ever seen. As his blue eyes widened, the long, slender hand of the other being in front of him, rose into the air, poised and ready to grab.

"Ya know, if I don't get a call from someone, I'm gonna beat some ass...!"

Ludwig rolled his eyes as he huffed, putting his pen down for the eighth time that evening, "Gilbert, if you're that worried then just go to their house. If he's not there then you've got your answer."

"But that's too much trouble..!" the other occupant of the study whined as he slumped down onto the couch near the phone.

Giving a short snort, the other Germanic nation opened his mouth to retort to Gilbert's obvious laziness until they both heard the front door swing open loudly before banging back in place. Before either could make a move to stand and see what had caused the ruckus, they both heard loud, frantic footsteps make their way up the stairs and burst into the study and they were met with the sight of a rather panicked Mikhail.

"Mikhail, what happened?" Gilbert all but yelled as he leaped up to meet the young nation.

"I'll get him something to drink, calm him down," ordered the other as he stood as well before turning to the shorter, "Had you run all the way here?"

"A-Ano..."

Narrowing his eyes, Ludwig nodded at Gilbert before leaving the room as said 'awesome' nation motioned for the other to sit on the couch, "What the hell happened? Where's Annie?"

"I-I...ran into this man...in the woods..."

"Yeah, so? We're nations, not like any normal man can harm us, really."

Giving a humorless laugh, Mikhail looked up at his uncle, "He wasn't a normal man... He was more than seven feet tall and he wore a suit and tie and...his face..."

"...Face...?" Gilbert asked carefully as dread and knowing bubbled up in the pit of his stomach."

"He didn't have one..."

Once the younger nation was thoroughly calmed down, Gilbert paced the room in utter awe. More of fear than awe, but he wouldn't admit to that. How could this happen? A third time? Hadn't Arthur and Alfred fixed that? Ivan sure vouched for it! He had witnessed it, after all and the three of them were very content with relaying the story once they had returned. Mikhail watched as his uncle paced in front of him as he held the cup Ludwig had returned with a moment ago. He could tell something was wrong with Gilbert but he wasn't entirely sure how to ask. Ludwig had inquired about it upon his entrance into the study, but Gilbert had dodged the question and resumed pacing, forcing Ludwig to drop the subject entirely before handing over the cup and announcing he'd fix Mikhail something to eat and retreating back out of the study. Furrowing his brows as he watched the pace quicken considerably, Mikhail huffed. Confusion was only a mild description of what he was feeling right now. At first, the young nation was sure what he saw was only a figment of his imagination. That what he saw was just a trick his mind was playing, forcing him to see something that wasn't there. He was, of course, worried about his older sister. Where she could be, what she could be up to. The stress and worry just got the better of him and formed into a sick game his mind had taken enjoyment in. That's all.

"Uncle Prusko, is there a problem? I'm not sure I understand what's going on..."

Looking up, Gilbert met his nephew's gaze, "Uhm...it would be best if you asked Arthur...actually."

"...But...why?"

"It just would. And don't mention this to Luddy. Ever. At least not yet. Let me process this before you say anything," the older warned, facing Mikhail completely.

Still not fully understanding, all Mikhail could do was nod, "Alright...I won't tell him..."

But that didn't stop his curiosity. And he'd be damned if he didn't find this out. For Annessa's sake.

Getting to Arthur's house was always easy. During World War II, him and his older twin was passed over to Arthur first as a caretaker and Mikhail was rather proud of calling the once 'Great British Empire' his father, even though Ludwig was his real father (as much a father one nation could be to another nation, that is). He and Arthur always got along and their relationship was relatively exceptional. Of course Arthur might be disappointed in some of the choices he and Annessa had made over the years, but they always talked. If Mikhail needed to get something off his chest, 'Papa Anglie' was the one he ran to first.

As the doorbell rang, he could hear the meow of the cat and graceful footsteps before the door opened and he was greeted with a warm smile. Exchanging hellos, Arthur moved aside to let the younger in before closing the door and leading the other blond into the living room. He asked the usual question of the type of beverage the Czech would want and Mikhail would always announce how much he'd love some of that wonderful Earl Grey he hardly ever got and Arthur would retrieve it as he always would. But this conversation they were about to hold was going to be extremely different from their usual. And Mikhail wasn't quite sure how to approach it.

"So, love, what brings you here? You haven't visited me in a while!" Arthur laughed lightly, taking a sip of his tea.

Looking around for any sign of Alfred, Mikhail let out a sigh, "Annie's missing..."

"Probably just her usual act for attention, you know how that goes, dear," the Brit huffed, waving it off.

"No..." came the response, "I think it's different this time..."

"Different how...?" Arthur asked carefully.

Mikhail slowly explained the events of what had happened the night before. How he had gotten a text from his sister, expecting it to be the usual, 'I'm out, see you soon' and was quick to ignore it. A few hours after he left his phone to its own musing, Mikhail got the feeling that this time...he should check it. So he did. And it was entirely different from her usual. In an instant, Mikhail started to get an extremely horrible feeling. 'Something was wrong' kind of feeling. And so, he went in search for her like he had done numerous of times. Arthur listened to the chain of events carefully, expression not really changing or morphing into much of anything, and giving little 'hums' here and there. But once Mikhail had mentioned the faceless man that he was sure was just his imagination going wild, Arthur changed. The teacup the Brit was holding had been dropped and the tea sloshed out onto the carpet below before he was up and out of his chair in search for his own mobile. As if the strange way Gilbert had taken the news didn't confuse Mikhail enough, this was way out of the normal. Arthur wasn't spooked by much. It usually took the sight of actual blood to get Arthur started. But one mention of the faceless man in black had Arthur in a frenzy in a matter of seconds.

"Papa, what's wrong?" hot on his heels, Mikhail followed Arthur into the kitchen.

"None of us told you? Ivan didn't? You live right next to him!"

Blinking, Mikhail shook his head, unsure of what Arthur was actually talking about, "I'm not sure I understand, Papa..."

He gave a sigh before raking his hands through his hair, "Mikhail, love...you've just gotten yourself into something extremely dangerous..."

"D-Dangerous...?"

"Yes!" Arthur all but shrieked, "You were taught better than to go out in the woods alone anyway! What were you thinking, didn't you call anyone?"

"You know I do, I always do when Annie pulls her stunts! But it's all so normal by now that Uncle Prusko and Papa Rusko don't even blink at the mention of it happening!"

"And you didn't think to tell them where it was you were going? I know Gilbert would have accompanied you!" scolded the Brit, stomping his foot down on the tiled floor of the kitchen.

"I didn't think the location was of any importance at the time..."

They lapsed into silence as Arthur retrieved his phone and went into his contacts and pressed the call button. Mikhail watched in mild confusion, which by now wasn't a shock, before sitting down at the island. He could hear Alfred pick up on the other end and all Arthur had said was 'get home now' before announcing Mikhail was at their house. The phone was then hung up and discarded on the island counter top.

"What's going on?"

Arthur looked up at the young boy before giving a rather weak smile, "For this conversation, I believe it to be best that he be here."

"Why are you and Gilbert acting so oddly? I don't understand! You have to tell me something! Does that man have something to do with Annessa not coming home yet or what?!" this was starting to get ridiculous and he was starting to end up more confused than he was the night before.

"Could you wait until Alfred gets home?"

"No. I can't. That's my sister out there! We've been together since day one and we're all each other have had since!"

"Mikhail, don't start on your childhood, you know as a nation the childhood part of our lives are the hardest and I don't need you bringing that into this. This isn't the time."

He sighed, given enough time, Mikhail was going to turn into Annessa, pointing fingers like this, "I'm not... I'm just frustrated... She's my older sister, Papa. She's taken care of me since before I can remember and before Gilbert found us. I don't want to lose her. I know it's not exactly possible for us to die, but she may not come back. Or may not be able to come back. I need help!"

"And I'm trying to give you that help, Mikhail!" the other argued, "Calm down. I'm just as worried as you are, okay? But you can't fight with me on this. If we're going to solve this then I need you to calm down."

Giving another small huff, Mikhail let his head drop into his hands. The worry and guilt were starting to weigh on him heavily. He should have made her stay home more often and this wouldn't have become a habit. She wouldn't be in danger. She would be home, where she belongs, with her family. Not lost in the woods with a faceless man in a black business suit running around. Does that man even run? And furthermore, what was it about that man that had freaked Gilbert and Arthur out? Would Alfred react in the same manner? If so, how would that give Mikhail any answers? Another panic attack was not something Mikhail needed right now. If he were to witness another one he may begin to have one himself. His asthma was already giving him grief today!

"Babe? What's wrong?" came the sound of Alfred's worried voice as he entered the home and sauntered into the kitchen. He gave Arthur a small peck before going to Mikhail and giving him the usual deathly hold he called a hug.

"Mikhail saw Him."

"Saw who?"

"Him," Arthur emphasized.

As if something clicked, Alfred tensed as his eyes clouded over. He gave Mikhail a worried look, "Mikhail...? You saw Him?"

And yet, more confusion, "Bloody Christ, you two! Who is 'Him'?!"

And so begins the first chapter of the most un-highly anticipated Slender Three! I hope everyone enjoyed this elongated first chapter! Reviews make me smile! (I need smiles right now)

Prusko - Prussia

Rusko- Russia

Anglie- England

Love, ShuChan