"Yo, ____!" Alfred called to you. Looking, a smile made its way onto your face as you looked up from your sketchbook. "Hey Alfred!" you greeted your longtime friend, stuffing the book in your backpack and zipping the top. "What's up?"
Alfred smiled his goofy grin, poking your cheeks. "Nothin'! I just got this really cool thing to show you!" he laughed. You rolled your eyes. "Oh really?" you placed your hands on your hips, putting on a fake uninterested look. He pouted. "You don't want to see
?" he sounded upset. You laughed. "I do, Al. What is it?" "Follow me!" Alfred brightened up, another goofy grin plastered onto his face once more.
"Al, it's another scary movie." You frowned, slightly disappointed. "Exactly." The American ignored your disappointment and continued on. "I invited Gilbert, Arthur, Matthew, and Francis to come watch it with us." "And your point is
? What's so special about a movie? Look, there's nothing even on the cover!" You took the video and pointed to the black plastic. Not even the title was printed on. Chuckling, Alfred took the movie back. "Kiku told me it was really haunted, and I want to see for myself!" hearing the doorbell ring, he smiled a toothy grin and headed to the door, opening it. "Yo, Artie! Gilbert! Francis! What's up dudes?" he stepped out of the way to let them in. You waved hello. "Hey Arthur, Gil, Francy-Pants!" You smiled; a little less disappointed your buddies were there. "Ze awesome me has arrived!" the Albino slid an arm around your shoulder, and Francis joined on the other side. He slid an arm around your waist, humming. "Mon ami~ how long has it been~?" he glanced at you, grinning and kissing your hand. "Let go of her, you bloody frog!" Arthur yelled, obviously pissy.
"Now Arthur~ be nice to Francis~" you giggled, your (e/c) eyes teasing. "We're all friends here, right~?" you asked. He scowled, crossing his arms and looking a way. "I suppose
" he growled, a light blush on his cheeks. "Yo dudes! Let's start this movie!" Alfred's loud voice interrupted. "Sure Al, let's do this!" Gilbert gave him a thumbs up. Francis nodded, hand not leaving your waist. "I call sitting next to ____!" he pulled you onto the couch, placing you into his lap. "Ew! Creeper alert!" you joked, squirming off. Alfred and Gilbert laughed and sang together. "Hide you kid's and yo wife, 'cause he's rapin' everyone out there!" they teased. Francis pouted. "All I wanted to do was sit next to our dear ____~" he whined, pouting. Arthur whacked him upside the head, sitting next to him. "You wanker! No one wants to sit with you!" he crossed his arms once again. "Artie! Don't be such a killjoy!" you sat next to him on the big couch, a plan coming to your head. I'm going to have fun~ you thought to yourself as you pushed your (h/c) hair behind your ears, making your (e/c) eyes as cute as you could make them. "Besides
I wanted to sit with you, Arthur
" your voice trailed off as you stared into his green orbs. Gilbert snorted, and he and Alfred burst out laughing. Francis chuckled himself at Arthur's expression. The Brit covered his mouth as he blushed, trying to hide. "Y-you
!" he struggled to think of an insult as you burst laughing as well. "Let's start ze movie, the awesome me is waiting!" Gilbert announced. Alfred pushed the disk in his Xbox and pressed play, sitting beside you. "No fair! Ze awesome me wants to sit next to ____ too!" he pouted. "Well then, why don't we all sit next to her?" Alfred suggested, standing. He picked you up as he did so. "H-hey!" you blushed. Gilbert sat down, and Alfred sat next to him, laying you across their laps. You blushed deeper. "N-not cool Al!" It didn't help the fact that your butt was on Francis's lap. This was going to be a long movie, you thought.
//After the movie//
You sat clinging to Francis for dear life as the movie ended. Francis himself was shaking, staring at the screen. "W-what the bloody hell
" Arthur shuddered. Alfred was hugging Gilbert tightly, and Gilbert was clinging to Alfred. "T-That was so... s-scary
" you squeaked, unable to stop shaking. They all nodded in reply. "_-____... how did you NOT scream through that?!" Alfred wondered. He had screamed through the movie, as did Gilbert, Arthur, and And Francis. Of course, they didn't scream as much as Al. You loosened your grip on Francis. "I-I like scary movies
" you stuttered, trying to find the right words. Francis stroked your hair. "I think we traumatized ____." He pointed out to the others. Gilbert nodded. "I screamed. So not awesome
" he mumbled, still staring at the television. You swallowed. Arthur took a deep breath, trying to relieve himself. Alfred trembled. "H-How about w-we all stay h-here tonight
? I-In the living room
" he mumbled. You all nodded in response once again. You stood. "A-Al
I didn't bring Pajamas
I should go home
" you started, only to be cut off by the American. "N-NO! I-I mean
It could come eat you!" He sounded extremely worried. "Idiot
I-it's not real
" Arthur tried to convince Alfred. "But mon ami! The movie was so real!" Francis panicked. You sighed, not so scared anymore. "I'm a big girl, aren't I? Fine. I'll stay with you guys." You smiled. "We'll be fine though." Secretly, though, you were terrified.
"Alright you guys, the bed's are set up." You smiled, dressed in some of Alfred's pajamas. You were in his Superman pajama bottoms and a black shirt that was way to big for you. Suddenly, a certain American ran out, glomping you. Backwards you fell, landing on the ground and messing up the sleeping bags. "Alfred! What the hell?!" You groaned, pushing him off and cracking your back. The hard floor wasn't exactly something you wanted to slam your back on. "Oh, ____! Gilbert told me you were dead!" He frowned. You tried to keep from rolling your eyes. "Al, I'm in the living room, correct? And the doors are locked, correct?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips. You could hear Gilbert in the kitchen, stifling his laugh. The American nodded, his hands on your shoulders. "Well, he said the monster
he found it
he said it got you." He said quetly. You felt your face heat up. He cared
? you thought to yourself. A crashing noise interrupted your thoughts, causing both you and Alfred to jump. "Sounds like it came from upstairs
" you observed, looking around him. Francis, Atrhur, and Gilbert came from the kitchen to investigate. "Yo, what up?" Gilbert asked, balancing his beer in one hand. Arthur glared. "It's how are you
" he frowned. You then rolled your eyes. "I think something broke upstairs. I'm going to check it out, 'kay?" you smiled. "Be careful, ____. Don't step on anything broken~" Francis blew you a kiss. Shrugging it off, you stepped up the stairs. Reaching the top, you turned on the light to the hallway and headed down, hearing bickering in the background.
" You said to youself, entering a dark room. As you groped the wall for a light switch, the door slammed behind you. You jumped, squeaking. "N-not cool guys!" you called, turning to the door and grasping the doorknob. It wouldn't open. You started to panic. I've been over Alfred's enough to know this door isn't broken, this door doesn't lock. You assured yourself, shaking the door. It wouldn't budge. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the window behind you. Suddenly, you heard an evile sounding laugh of a male just behind you, causing you to freeze in your tracks. "You
DIE!" It whispered, getting louder in the end. Lightning flashed once more, and you screamed.
The figure was gone, but now there was a banging on the door. "H-Hold on, ____!" You heard Alfred say. "Move, you fat American!" You heard Gilbert say. The door burst open and the Albino ran to comfort you. "____! Tell me you're okay! Are you hurt?!" he panicked. Alfred also ran over, glaring at him. "___! What happened?!" he worried. Arthur let out a yelp, falling to the hard ground below. "Mon ami, are you okay?!" Francis hit the light switch, kneeling down to examine Arthur's foot. "Bloody frog
there was glass on the ground
" he pulled his foot away, picking the glass out. "DUDES! This place is freaking me out!" Alfred clung to you, shaking. Gilbert was hugging you from the other side, rolling his eyes. "Ity's your house, Al." You tried to loosen his grip. "Ze awesome me will protect you all!" Gilbert assured. "Now lets get to bed, ja?"
Within a couple of minutes you were all downstairs again. You sat on the couch with Arthur, wrapping his foot. Alfred, Gilbert, and Francis were sitting on the sleeping bags. They were chatting about something- plotting maybe. "All done~" you smiled triumphantly, feeling a pair of hands pull you down onto the ground and slipping you into their lap. "Mon ami~ You're so skilled~" Francis nuzzled your neck. Blushing, you pushed off his lap. "F-Francis!" you stuttered out. "Ohonhon~" he smirked. Arthur wacked him upside the head, frowning. "Knock it off, wanker." He said tonelessly, giving you a smile. "Thank you for wrapping my foot, love." Arthur said in his beautiful british accent. "No problem!" You grinned. Alfred yawned loudly in the background. "Kesesese, tired?" Gilbert laughed, plopping on a sleeping bag with the Prussian flag. "No, you idiot. I'm thirsty." Alfred rolled his eyes, laying down on a sleeping bag ith the American flag printed on it. "Not awesome, dude." Gilbert chuckled. "I want to sleep with ____!" Francis smirked, grabbing your hand. You pulled it away, throwing your arms around Arthur's neck. "Artie! Save me!" You said in a mocking voice. "I think ____ should sleep on the couch
" The brit coughed, pushing you away. "No fun~" you giggled, picking up a sleeping bag and a pillow, setting them on the couch. Francis pouted. "Cheer up, Francey-pants!" Alfred punched his shoulder lightly. Gilbert then yawned. "Go to bed, dramaqueens." He grinned, laying back and closing his eyes. You nodded, agreeing and reaching for the lamp. You stretched out on the couch, letting your (h/c) hair fall into your face. "Night, guys!"
You awoke in darkness to the sound of heavy breathing and hot air on your face. Eyes still closed, you sighed. "Go away, Francis
" you mumbled. The thing on you whispered in hisses, totally not sounding like Francis. You swallowed. "Nice prank
" You mumbled. "I'm not opening my eyes
" you assured yourself. However, something wasn't right. You could hear Alfred snoring beside the couch, along with Gilbert. You could faintly hear Francis's and Arthur's breathing. You opened your eyes out of curiosity and fear, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. Well, on top of you. A tall figure with arms like sticks hovered over you, it's black suit brushing against your chest. The head was bald and white, with a smooth looking texture. You were frozen in fear. N-no face
you thought, terrified. You stared into where it's eye sockets would be and trembled as it brought up a bony hand to stroke your cheek, fingers like needles and sending a shock though your flesh. "You'll die first
" It hissed, raising it's hand.
You let out a scream, waking everyone in the room.