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[Fanfic] Hetalia (super late) Halloween Fanfic
Hello! This is my first time posting in this community at all, so I hope I can do everything correctly.
I wrote a Halloween fanfic forever ago, and decided to link it here in case anyone would be interested. I'm not too good with romantic type stuff, so by my own personal law it's horribly-written comedy.
Title: Halloween Scare 2009
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
conigliettodia
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America, Italy, England, (mentions of Germany)
Warnings: A bit of language, etc.
Summary: America isn't satisfied when England calls off their Halloween scare for 2009, and decides to go through with scaring England anyway.
Ghosts, horror movies, scary games, cockroaches... what could be worse? The fact that America's favorite fast food joint had also put out a triple patty hamburger called the "Monster Burger" that had a little ghost decoration stabbed into it. It was so terrifying Alfred cried the whole time he ate it.
"America-san," Kiku had said gently as he watched the young country cry hysterically and shove hamburger in his mouth. "your country has a high percentage of people with cardiovascular disease. Is that not more frightening than the ghost?" Which only served to have America become more upset, although it was hard to determine whether he was crying or just eating more aggressively. In the end England had to calm America down by promising him large amounts of Halloween candy, but it still didn't make up for the terrible scare he'd received from that haunted hamburger.. monster hamburger. He'd blocked it out.
"Halloween sure is fun!" He said, despite the fact that it was always the scariest time of the year (next to conversations with his current Speaker of the House). He watched kids run past him as they were dressed up in various costumes, their bright smiles and warm laughs helping to dissipate his fear. He was still moderately paranoid, however, considering it was Halloween and usually he and England would compete to scare each other. For some odd reason, this year England had approached him and stated that he'd be too busy to make time for childish games with him. Then he began to blush wildly and stutter something like "b-b-but, if you want me to come over the next day to make sure you're okay....”
America pouted, remembering that his plans for terrifying England were ruined. "Stupid England, having something to do on Halloween. Who works on holidays? And then Japan started bleeding and it was so weird. I'm the only normal country in the world!" He tapped his foot impatiently. "IN THE WORLD!"
A few scared children scattered at the outburst, but America didn't notice. Instead, he was distracted by a faint "ve! ve! ve!" sound from his right that was oddly familiar and all too creepy. He turned to see North Italy wandering around the streets of DC, by himself and sobbing hysterically.
"Italy! Why are you crying? Did you eat the Monster Burger too??"
Italy shook his head. "No! I came to find you because your party was held tonight and I wanted some pasta but then Germany said that he couldn't make it but then I wanted to come anyway and Japan said that he had plans already and I came but then I got lost and I don't know where I am and VEEEEE".
"What the hell is 've' supposed to mean?" America asked, confused. "Why did you come for a party? I'm not throwing one this year anyway! I'm broke!" He paused and took a good look at Italy again. "Are you sure you didn't eat that Monster Burger?"
Italy shook his head harder, clinging onto America's arm and sobbing so dramatically it even shook America. "GERMANY~"
"Don't worry," America said, patting Italy's head. “I have nothing to do here and I don't want us to be bored, anyway! So I've decided we're going to go to London for tonight and we're going to find England! I can't believe he would cancel plans on me. I'm a hero! Come on, Italy, we'll be at London in no time!"
Italy immediately perked up. "We'll be closer to Germany!" he piped as he began to follow America's footsteps.
Adding the Italy's fright was riding in one of America's self-made jets, which went faster than anything he'd ever rode in... since he'd never rode in a jet before. He cried the whole time, with America repeatedly making sure that Italy had not eaten that Monster Burger because America knew what kind of trauma it could do. By the time they finally reached London, and England's house, it was late into the morning and pitch black.
"Ah..." America said, slightly intimidated. England's house was a large manor, old and creepy. England had told him before about it being related to history and his culture, but America couldn't have been bothered to listen. He gulped. "I forgot we had different time zones. Sure is late. I bet he's asleep."
Italy shivered beside him. "It's cold, ve."
"Ve," America agreed. "but..." his eyes grew dark. ”if England is asleep, that means it will be much easier to scare him. He always wins, every year (except the last time Russia helped me), but this year I'm going to do it on my own... I mean, we're going to do it together, Italy!" He turned to the other country. "We're going to scare England!"
"But won't he be mad?" Italy questioned. "I don't want him to be mad at me..."
"England's always mad," America said casually, creeping up the stone stairs and pushing open the door. He peered into the dark, the hair rising on the back of his neck. It was even colder inside than it was outside! "England is so weird, living like this. I knew he was a friendless old man, but really now." He attempted to quietly sneak into the manor, but walking was hard when Italy was clinging to him from behind and making loud sobbing noises. "Italy, don't cry. You're with a hero now!"
"Germany says that you're incapable and you have no idea what you're doing!" Italy whined as they made their way up the stairs and to the second floor.
America stopped long enough to cock an eyebrow. "Maybe he blocked out post-WWII or something." He shrugged and continued on. "We're going to scare England really good, Italy, because he's not expecting it this year! Even though he wins pretty much every year this time... this time..."
Italy stopped dead, however, and stared ahead of them. America looked him over again, still pondering the effects of the Monster Burger. "Italy, you're going to ru---" a moan came from the dark corridor ahead of them. "...in..." America's eyes grew wide. He knew that moan. It was the moan that he'd heard in all the video games Japan had let him borrow. The same moan that was in every horrifying ghost documentary he hadn't been able to tear himself away. The same moan that only a...
"VAMPIRE??" America shrieked, looking to his left. "IT'S A VAMPIRE. I JUST KNOW IT. OH GOD LOOK AT THAT THING!"
It came slithering down the hall, its body half decomposed and mucusy-drool flowing down its chin. Italy began to talk, but it was unintelligible. To his left, America was doing the same.
"Z-z-z-z-z-zombie!" Italy squealed out, somehow. He grabbed a hold of America's arm. "It's definitely a zombie!" He sank to his knees and began to wave his white flag. "I'msorryI'msorryI'mreallysorry!"
Somewhere in his throat, America's voicebox worked just enough to make a small high-pitched noise similar to a yelp. America looked over the rail of the staircase, and in a fit of heroic instinct, grabbed the collar of Italy's uniform and threw him over the rail and to the first floor.
The vampire zombie latched onto his bomber jacket, its head rolling to the side and a rib sticking out of its chest just enough to poke America in the stomach. America was so frightened he couldn't even begin to register what was going on.
Downstairs, Italy had managed to grab a hold of the stairway rail's decorating cloth. He couldn't see well enough to tell what was going on with America because his tears were pouring like waterfalls. Germany, Italy sobbed even in his mind, I'm going to be eaten by zombies! I'll never be able to flirt with cute girls and I won't be able to eat your wurst or my pasta again! This is a horrible party!! There wasn't even any pasta! With that, he began to cry harder. Ready to limp out with a broken leg, Italy let go of the cloth, landing smoothly and coming to realize that he'd only been about 5 feet from the ground.
"Oh," he said happily. "I'm glad." He then began to jog to the front. "I need to find my tomato box, now! If I can hide until Germany gets here then I'll be able to get out alive! Aaaaah, I don't want to be eaten by a zombie! I don't taste goo----"
There was a very loud thumping noise coming from room he'd just made his way from. In what felt like slow motion, the room seemed to get colder and the air became denser.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa----" Italy was able to hear, almost certain that it something screaming for help. He panicked and tried to open the stone door, but it wouldn't budge. "aaaaaaaaaaaaaa----" Italy's heart began to beat twice as fast. "aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" America burst through the door, his uniform torn in many places and his glasses missing. "OH MY GOOOODDDDDDDDD"
Italy shrieked and collapsed on to his knees, unsure of whether America was a zombie or not. "PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!"
America jogged up to Italy and stopped, sweat pouring from his forehead.
"A-America," Italy stuttered, trying to conjure up enough strength to stand. He steadied himself on his feet. "America! Hey, America!" Italy cried, waving his hands in front of the other country's face. "America! America! America!" But America just stared at him. "DON'T DIE!" He grabbed America's shoulder and shook him a little. "I know your economy sucks and all right now but this isn't the time for you to give up! I'm the only one who can quit easily! I can't even give up because I lost my white flag!"
"You're wrong," America panted. "this means that we're the only two countries left in the world."
Italy's hands dropped limply to his side. "What?"
America's eyes were fixed and unwavering. "It's too late," he said, his voice ominously deep. "it's a zombie apocalypse. England had already been eaten... no, all of Europe has probably already been taken over."
Italy's eyes opened wide and his pupils seemed to shrink so small they didn't even look to be there anymore. "G-g-" he stammered. "Germany!!" He cried, sinking to his knees again. "Germany's gone and eaten! I'm all alone and I'm going to die! I don't want to be stuck with only you! Geeeermany!"
America ignored him and leaned against one of the windows of the manor, pressing his cheek to the cold glass. "England..." he whispered. "England, are you really dead?"
"NO."
Italy and America both froze. On the other side of the entrance hall was what appeared to be England, except he didn't look like the normal England. The figure wore a long, dark cape and its skin was pale and glistening. The bright green eyes character to England were darker and more menacing. Perhaps the most frightening thing of all was that it appeared its eyebrows had grown even larger postmortem.
"E-England!" Italy squealed. "you're alive!'
America shook his head. "nononononononononononononononononono, t-t-t-that's not England! Look at that thing! Its eyebrows cover half of its face!!!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" the figure barked, causing both Italy and America to cringe. "Anyway, AMERICA!!" Its booming voice resonated throughout the hall. "America, it is your time to pay. You must pay for this."
America gave a girlish squeal. "WAIT, FOR WHAT?"
The figure paused. "What?"
"FOR WHAT? WHAT DID I DO?"
The ghost of England stared at both the countries. "You... you caused this!"
"Caused what?" Italy sobbed. "The zombie apocalypse? What did America do?"
A vein popped up on the figure's forehead. "SUCH TRIVIAL THINGS MATTER NOT. YOOOU MUST PAY!'
"OH GOD I DIDN'T MEAN TO"
"GERMANY, GERMANY!"
"I swear I didn't mean to be so mean, England!!"
"GEEEEERMANY!"
"I-I'll make it up! I didn't mean that your scones were shit!"
"GERMANY!"
"FOR GOD'S SAKE YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!!"
"SHUT UP," The voice roared. Both countries stopped and became quiet immediately, but their silence didn't seem to quell the ominous figure's annoyance. "Outside there is a horde of zombies awaiting your arrival. When you reach the core of London only then can you find the answer you're searching for. If you can sur--- HEY, LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M TALKING," He growled, though both countries were too busy sobbing quietly to properly listen. "This is why you two are so damn incompetent and annoying. You can't even listen to directions!"
America shook his head violently. "I WON'T. A HERO WON'T LOSE!" He ran to the side of the entrance and grabbed a couch, swinging it violently at both Italy and the Ghost of England. "I WOOON'T LOOOOOOOSE!!"
Italy shrieked and ducked, but the ghost took the brunt of one of the swings and was knocked across the hall and into the wall. He managed to get on his feet again. Wiping the blood from his nose, he grit his teeth. "Damn America, you bloody moron." He watched as America ran out the stone door with the couch. From outside, what seemed to be the zombie's yells of terror resonated into the hall.
The ghost glanced over at Italy, who had just about fainted and was lying in a heap on the floor."Hey, you idiot. Wake up! It's OK! They are harmless zombies! I summoned them from another world and they agreed to help me!" He shook the other country violently. "Dammit," he growled. "America!" he ran after his former underling.
By the time he reached outside, all the zombies that had gathered to help were lying on the ground, most appeared to have had horrible trauma from the coach and from a frantic, panicking America. England started, bewildered, unsure of what to do. "Jesus Fuc---"
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It wasn't until the next morning that England was able to clean up the mess around his manor. He called the other countries and explained that this year's Halloween scare, although as brilliant as it had seemed, failed miserably. He had to apologize at least a dozen times to Germany, who had barely listened to him because he was too busy trying to calm down Italy (who Germany had told NOT to go to America's house under any conditions). Japan had commented that he was surprised America had not fainted of fright or had some sort of a heartattack as well, considering when he had let the young country borrow Luigi's Mansion, America reported a whole week of insomnia afterward.
England made his way to DC, sneaking into America's house and knocking on his bedroom door gently. "O-oi, America!" he called. "Hey, can I come in?"
America answered with something similar to "go the hell away," but England entered anyway. In the middle of the bed was America, rolled up in at least three blankets and peering with a glare at his TV.
"H-hey, now," England said as he sat on the bed next to him. "I heard that you talked to Canada about an hour ago. He said that you've been... uh, a bit of a recluse?"
"I'm so surprised I'm alive!" America spat. "That was scarier than the Monster Burger by far!" England opened his mouth to say something, but words failed to come out. America gave a deep sigh. "Well, it's fine," he rolled over to look at England. "As long as you and everyone else are alright, then it's fine."
England felt his face grow hot, and he would have rather been tortured than admit that his heart skipped a few beats. "S-shut up, it's because of you that my couch is in ruins now!" He stopped, suddenly remembering that America was the only one now who didn't know the previous day had been a prank. He stared at America solemnly, wondering whether he'd become mad or relieved. "America..."
America looked over at England, his bright blue eyes shining. England sucked in a quick breath, reminded of how as a young child America would look at him in the same way... earnest and focused, even if that eagerness to learn and listen no longer existed.
"America," England said, calmly and straight-forwardly. "I didn't mean to scare you as much as I did. The zombies that were there were harmless and it was meant to scare you and be a scary adventure type thing, but in the end I... What?" America was looking at him like he'd just murdered a man. "America?"
"You..." America's eyes grew dark, and England was convinced that he'd really gone too far this time. Would he forgive him? "You've really lost it this time, old man."
England froze. "What?"
America shook his head. "Summoning zombies... England, I understand. I was mistaken." He looked dead at England, serious as could be. "I'll apologize to your people as soon as possible. It’s just that you guys look a little diff---"
England didn't have the chance to ever explain the entire situation to America, because he’d punched him so hard America had a slight concussion for the next week and England refused to talk to him afterward for quite a while.
------------- AUTHOR'S NOTES
My first APH fic! Writing these two was a lot of fun. Couldn't help but add a little bit of US/UK in, along with a bit of Germany/Italy. Can you blame me? (they're both a little canon)
I wrote a Halloween fanfic forever ago, and decided to link it here in case anyone would be interested. I'm not too good with romantic type stuff, so by my own personal law it's horribly-written comedy.
Title: Halloween Scare 2009
Author:
conigliettodia Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America, Italy, England, (mentions of Germany)
Warnings: A bit of language, etc.
Summary: America isn't satisfied when England calls off their Halloween scare for 2009, and decides to go through with scaring England anyway.
Ghosts, horror movies, scary games, cockroaches... what could be worse? The fact that America's favorite fast food joint had also put out a triple patty hamburger called the "Monster Burger" that had a little ghost decoration stabbed into it. It was so terrifying Alfred cried the whole time he ate it.
"America-san," Kiku had said gently as he watched the young country cry hysterically and shove hamburger in his mouth. "your country has a high percentage of people with cardiovascular disease. Is that not more frightening than the ghost?" Which only served to have America become more upset, although it was hard to determine whether he was crying or just eating more aggressively. In the end England had to calm America down by promising him large amounts of Halloween candy, but it still didn't make up for the terrible scare he'd received from that haunted hamburger.. monster hamburger. He'd blocked it out.
"Halloween sure is fun!" He said, despite the fact that it was always the scariest time of the year (next to conversations with his current Speaker of the House). He watched kids run past him as they were dressed up in various costumes, their bright smiles and warm laughs helping to dissipate his fear. He was still moderately paranoid, however, considering it was Halloween and usually he and England would compete to scare each other. For some odd reason, this year England had approached him and stated that he'd be too busy to make time for childish games with him. Then he began to blush wildly and stutter something like "b-b-but, if you want me to come over the next day to make sure you're okay....”
America pouted, remembering that his plans for terrifying England were ruined. "Stupid England, having something to do on Halloween. Who works on holidays? And then Japan started bleeding and it was so weird. I'm the only normal country in the world!" He tapped his foot impatiently. "IN THE WORLD!"
A few scared children scattered at the outburst, but America didn't notice. Instead, he was distracted by a faint "ve! ve! ve!" sound from his right that was oddly familiar and all too creepy. He turned to see North Italy wandering around the streets of DC, by himself and sobbing hysterically.
"Italy! Why are you crying? Did you eat the Monster Burger too??"
Italy shook his head. "No! I came to find you because your party was held tonight and I wanted some pasta but then Germany said that he couldn't make it but then I wanted to come anyway and Japan said that he had plans already and I came but then I got lost and I don't know where I am and VEEEEE".
"What the hell is 've' supposed to mean?" America asked, confused. "Why did you come for a party? I'm not throwing one this year anyway! I'm broke!" He paused and took a good look at Italy again. "Are you sure you didn't eat that Monster Burger?"
Italy shook his head harder, clinging onto America's arm and sobbing so dramatically it even shook America. "GERMANY~"
"Don't worry," America said, patting Italy's head. “I have nothing to do here and I don't want us to be bored, anyway! So I've decided we're going to go to London for tonight and we're going to find England! I can't believe he would cancel plans on me. I'm a hero! Come on, Italy, we'll be at London in no time!"
Italy immediately perked up. "We'll be closer to Germany!" he piped as he began to follow America's footsteps.
Adding the Italy's fright was riding in one of America's self-made jets, which went faster than anything he'd ever rode in... since he'd never rode in a jet before. He cried the whole time, with America repeatedly making sure that Italy had not eaten that Monster Burger because America knew what kind of trauma it could do. By the time they finally reached London, and England's house, it was late into the morning and pitch black.
"Ah..." America said, slightly intimidated. England's house was a large manor, old and creepy. England had told him before about it being related to history and his culture, but America couldn't have been bothered to listen. He gulped. "I forgot we had different time zones. Sure is late. I bet he's asleep."
Italy shivered beside him. "It's cold, ve."
"Ve," America agreed. "but..." his eyes grew dark. ”if England is asleep, that means it will be much easier to scare him. He always wins, every year (except the last time Russia helped me), but this year I'm going to do it on my own... I mean, we're going to do it together, Italy!" He turned to the other country. "We're going to scare England!"
"But won't he be mad?" Italy questioned. "I don't want him to be mad at me..."
"England's always mad," America said casually, creeping up the stone stairs and pushing open the door. He peered into the dark, the hair rising on the back of his neck. It was even colder inside than it was outside! "England is so weird, living like this. I knew he was a friendless old man, but really now." He attempted to quietly sneak into the manor, but walking was hard when Italy was clinging to him from behind and making loud sobbing noises. "Italy, don't cry. You're with a hero now!"
"Germany says that you're incapable and you have no idea what you're doing!" Italy whined as they made their way up the stairs and to the second floor.
America stopped long enough to cock an eyebrow. "Maybe he blocked out post-WWII or something." He shrugged and continued on. "We're going to scare England really good, Italy, because he's not expecting it this year! Even though he wins pretty much every year this time... this time..."
Italy stopped dead, however, and stared ahead of them. America looked him over again, still pondering the effects of the Monster Burger. "Italy, you're going to ru---" a moan came from the dark corridor ahead of them. "...in..." America's eyes grew wide. He knew that moan. It was the moan that he'd heard in all the video games Japan had let him borrow. The same moan that was in every horrifying ghost documentary he hadn't been able to tear himself away. The same moan that only a...
"VAMPIRE??" America shrieked, looking to his left. "IT'S A VAMPIRE. I JUST KNOW IT. OH GOD LOOK AT THAT THING!"
It came slithering down the hall, its body half decomposed and mucusy-drool flowing down its chin. Italy began to talk, but it was unintelligible. To his left, America was doing the same.
"Z-z-z-z-z-zombie!" Italy squealed out, somehow. He grabbed a hold of America's arm. "It's definitely a zombie!" He sank to his knees and began to wave his white flag. "I'msorryI'msorryI'mreallysorry!"
Somewhere in his throat, America's voicebox worked just enough to make a small high-pitched noise similar to a yelp. America looked over the rail of the staircase, and in a fit of heroic instinct, grabbed the collar of Italy's uniform and threw him over the rail and to the first floor.
The vampire zombie latched onto his bomber jacket, its head rolling to the side and a rib sticking out of its chest just enough to poke America in the stomach. America was so frightened he couldn't even begin to register what was going on.
Downstairs, Italy had managed to grab a hold of the stairway rail's decorating cloth. He couldn't see well enough to tell what was going on with America because his tears were pouring like waterfalls. Germany, Italy sobbed even in his mind, I'm going to be eaten by zombies! I'll never be able to flirt with cute girls and I won't be able to eat your wurst or my pasta again! This is a horrible party!! There wasn't even any pasta! With that, he began to cry harder. Ready to limp out with a broken leg, Italy let go of the cloth, landing smoothly and coming to realize that he'd only been about 5 feet from the ground.
"Oh," he said happily. "I'm glad." He then began to jog to the front. "I need to find my tomato box, now! If I can hide until Germany gets here then I'll be able to get out alive! Aaaaah, I don't want to be eaten by a zombie! I don't taste goo----"
There was a very loud thumping noise coming from room he'd just made his way from. In what felt like slow motion, the room seemed to get colder and the air became denser.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa----" Italy was able to hear, almost certain that it something screaming for help. He panicked and tried to open the stone door, but it wouldn't budge. "aaaaaaaaaaaaaa----" Italy's heart began to beat twice as fast. "aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" America burst through the door, his uniform torn in many places and his glasses missing. "OH MY GOOOODDDDDDDDD"
Italy shrieked and collapsed on to his knees, unsure of whether America was a zombie or not. "PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!"
America jogged up to Italy and stopped, sweat pouring from his forehead.
"A-America," Italy stuttered, trying to conjure up enough strength to stand. He steadied himself on his feet. "America! Hey, America!" Italy cried, waving his hands in front of the other country's face. "America! America! America!" But America just stared at him. "DON'T DIE!" He grabbed America's shoulder and shook him a little. "I know your economy sucks and all right now but this isn't the time for you to give up! I'm the only one who can quit easily! I can't even give up because I lost my white flag!"
"You're wrong," America panted. "this means that we're the only two countries left in the world."
Italy's hands dropped limply to his side. "What?"
America's eyes were fixed and unwavering. "It's too late," he said, his voice ominously deep. "it's a zombie apocalypse. England had already been eaten... no, all of Europe has probably already been taken over."
Italy's eyes opened wide and his pupils seemed to shrink so small they didn't even look to be there anymore. "G-g-" he stammered. "Germany!!" He cried, sinking to his knees again. "Germany's gone and eaten! I'm all alone and I'm going to die! I don't want to be stuck with only you! Geeeermany!"
America ignored him and leaned against one of the windows of the manor, pressing his cheek to the cold glass. "England..." he whispered. "England, are you really dead?"
"NO."
Italy and America both froze. On the other side of the entrance hall was what appeared to be England, except he didn't look like the normal England. The figure wore a long, dark cape and its skin was pale and glistening. The bright green eyes character to England were darker and more menacing. Perhaps the most frightening thing of all was that it appeared its eyebrows had grown even larger postmortem.
"E-England!" Italy squealed. "you're alive!'
America shook his head. "nononononononononononononononononono, t-t-t-that's not England! Look at that thing! Its eyebrows cover half of its face!!!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" the figure barked, causing both Italy and America to cringe. "Anyway, AMERICA!!" Its booming voice resonated throughout the hall. "America, it is your time to pay. You must pay for this."
America gave a girlish squeal. "WAIT, FOR WHAT?"
The figure paused. "What?"
"FOR WHAT? WHAT DID I DO?"
The ghost of England stared at both the countries. "You... you caused this!"
"Caused what?" Italy sobbed. "The zombie apocalypse? What did America do?"
A vein popped up on the figure's forehead. "SUCH TRIVIAL THINGS MATTER NOT. YOOOU MUST PAY!'
"OH GOD I DIDN'T MEAN TO"
"GERMANY, GERMANY!"
"I swear I didn't mean to be so mean, England!!"
"GEEEEERMANY!"
"I-I'll make it up! I didn't mean that your scones were shit!"
"GERMANY!"
"FOR GOD'S SAKE YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!!"
"SHUT UP," The voice roared. Both countries stopped and became quiet immediately, but their silence didn't seem to quell the ominous figure's annoyance. "Outside there is a horde of zombies awaiting your arrival. When you reach the core of London only then can you find the answer you're searching for. If you can sur--- HEY, LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M TALKING," He growled, though both countries were too busy sobbing quietly to properly listen. "This is why you two are so damn incompetent and annoying. You can't even listen to directions!"
America shook his head violently. "I WON'T. A HERO WON'T LOSE!" He ran to the side of the entrance and grabbed a couch, swinging it violently at both Italy and the Ghost of England. "I WOOON'T LOOOOOOOSE!!"
Italy shrieked and ducked, but the ghost took the brunt of one of the swings and was knocked across the hall and into the wall. He managed to get on his feet again. Wiping the blood from his nose, he grit his teeth. "Damn America, you bloody moron." He watched as America ran out the stone door with the couch. From outside, what seemed to be the zombie's yells of terror resonated into the hall.
The ghost glanced over at Italy, who had just about fainted and was lying in a heap on the floor."Hey, you idiot. Wake up! It's OK! They are harmless zombies! I summoned them from another world and they agreed to help me!" He shook the other country violently. "Dammit," he growled. "America!" he ran after his former underling.
By the time he reached outside, all the zombies that had gathered to help were lying on the ground, most appeared to have had horrible trauma from the coach and from a frantic, panicking America. England started, bewildered, unsure of what to do. "Jesus Fuc---"
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It wasn't until the next morning that England was able to clean up the mess around his manor. He called the other countries and explained that this year's Halloween scare, although as brilliant as it had seemed, failed miserably. He had to apologize at least a dozen times to Germany, who had barely listened to him because he was too busy trying to calm down Italy (who Germany had told NOT to go to America's house under any conditions). Japan had commented that he was surprised America had not fainted of fright or had some sort of a heartattack as well, considering when he had let the young country borrow Luigi's Mansion, America reported a whole week of insomnia afterward.
England made his way to DC, sneaking into America's house and knocking on his bedroom door gently. "O-oi, America!" he called. "Hey, can I come in?"
America answered with something similar to "go the hell away," but England entered anyway. In the middle of the bed was America, rolled up in at least three blankets and peering with a glare at his TV.
"H-hey, now," England said as he sat on the bed next to him. "I heard that you talked to Canada about an hour ago. He said that you've been... uh, a bit of a recluse?"
"I'm so surprised I'm alive!" America spat. "That was scarier than the Monster Burger by far!" England opened his mouth to say something, but words failed to come out. America gave a deep sigh. "Well, it's fine," he rolled over to look at England. "As long as you and everyone else are alright, then it's fine."
England felt his face grow hot, and he would have rather been tortured than admit that his heart skipped a few beats. "S-shut up, it's because of you that my couch is in ruins now!" He stopped, suddenly remembering that America was the only one now who didn't know the previous day had been a prank. He stared at America solemnly, wondering whether he'd become mad or relieved. "America..."
America looked over at England, his bright blue eyes shining. England sucked in a quick breath, reminded of how as a young child America would look at him in the same way... earnest and focused, even if that eagerness to learn and listen no longer existed.
"America," England said, calmly and straight-forwardly. "I didn't mean to scare you as much as I did. The zombies that were there were harmless and it was meant to scare you and be a scary adventure type thing, but in the end I... What?" America was looking at him like he'd just murdered a man. "America?"
"You..." America's eyes grew dark, and England was convinced that he'd really gone too far this time. Would he forgive him? "You've really lost it this time, old man."
England froze. "What?"
America shook his head. "Summoning zombies... England, I understand. I was mistaken." He looked dead at England, serious as could be. "I'll apologize to your people as soon as possible. It’s just that you guys look a little diff---"
England didn't have the chance to ever explain the entire situation to America, because he’d punched him so hard America had a slight concussion for the next week and England refused to talk to him afterward for quite a while.
------------- AUTHOR'S NOTES
My first APH fic! Writing these two was a lot of fun. Couldn't help but add a little bit of US/UK in, along with a bit of Germany/Italy. Can you blame me? (they're both a little canon)