Step one: Enter

Too late for caution, too early to tell.

Enter my world, your very own Hell.

The sky opens up in a pouring rain.

Unwillingly, you enter the game.

Is there a victor and will someone win?

I am among you and I am herein.

"I just remembered why I hate Bulgaria."

Green eyes glanced up at the sky.

"Oh shut up, England, it's not as if it' s always like this."

England would have snapped back, but was silenced by a loud crash of thunder. Just great. He looked around, not even sure who had spoken back at him. He glanced at the others gathered around and recognized most of them. Japan, the Italy brothers and Germany, the rest of the [former] allies, and some others. Seychelles, Russia's two sisters, the Baltic trio, and …was that Romania? More than just those were gathered around, though. England couldn't see everyone from his position.

Cold, harsh winds bit at the gathered nations as they stood at the entrance of Bulgaria's home. Each nation was unsure as to why they were there, there only knowledge being that they had each received a letter stating that they were to come. There was neither a reason given, nor anything other than: "Come to my home on the 26th~or else~-Bulgaria." The words were printed on fancy stationary and found in each nation's mailbox two days prior to today.

And so here they were. It was seemingly normal, except for the fact that the "or else" was abnormal for someone like Bulgaria. …But then again, no one really knew anything about Bulgaria, except that Italy seems to piss him off. And he was somewhat paranoid. Bulgaria was a relatively small nation. Still, it was weird. No nation just invited everyone into their house without reason. Well… except for America… or Prussia… or Russia, but who the hell would just go to Russia's house without reason?

England broke out of his silent musings to realize his situation had become very awkward. A silence settled over the many nations as they fidgeted. They had arrived at Bulgaria's house (really just a tall, dark, seemingly haunted mansion), but no one greeted them. England knocked, but no one answered.

One set of bright blue eyes behind a pair of glasses stared up at the looming mansion. It towered over them frighteningly. Meanwhile thunder crashed in the background. America shivered. Because he was cold. Not because he was scared or anything. …Okay, maybe a little scared. But the house, if you chose to call it that, stood eerily with narrow features and metal bars covering every window. It really just gave off a sinister aura. The fact that it was storming did not do good to get rid of the foreboding feeling in the back of America's mind.

…

"So… should we just go in?" America glanced around for an answer. He was getting impatient. He didn't take into consideration that the doors might be locked as went to open them. To everyone's surprise, they were unlocked and opened with a loud creak.

To say the least, it was a bit creepy.

The gathered nations walked into the mansion, and all stood in the large foyer. A large crystal chandelier hung above their heads, and numerous hallways connected to the open space. And because so many countries had come together, there was a huge argument before anything could happen. As always, America would be the first to suggest a direction, England would disagree, then France would disagree with England, Russia would suggest violence, violence would ensue, Germany would lose his temper, and Italy would yell "pasta" really loudly. It was basically like a world meeting. Ultimately, nobody agreed on anything, and they decided to take the hallway that China suggested. It was a long walk filled with a lot more violence and cursing before they got to a stopping point. Everybody arrived at one large dining hall, and decided to stay there until Bulgaria showed up.

America noticed that it was surprisingly colder inside the mansion than outside, which seemed odd. The nations shivered (all except for Russia) as they stood, silently debating on what to do. It was also far larger on the inside than had appeared from the outside. There were many rooms lining the halls, and a curved, spiral staircase led up to another floor. Every corner and twist was sharp and distinct. The halls were lined with various statues and portraits. Bulgaria had bad taste, America noted. Though it probably didn't seem this scary in the daytime.

…

"Now what?" Piped up America.

"Now we wait." Replied Austria simply, as if it was common knowledge and America was an idiot [oh wait…].

"We've been waiting for four hours, bastard!"

"Don't be silly, Romano, it's only been ten minutes~" Came the cheerful voice of Spain.

"Shut it, asshole!"

Spain pouted for a bit, and then began to pester Romano again.

While they did that, everyone else occupied themselves with each other.

At first it was just casual conversation, and no fights. Then Greece and Turkey started arguing. England and France began bickering. Prussia started hitting on Hungary…and Austria. Prussia got hit with a frying pan. Romania filled Prussia's spot and began to quarrel with Hungary. France tried to rape everyone when England started arguing with America. Russia again attempted to make all become one with mother Russia. Belarus happily complied. Russia hid behind China. China screamed "ARU" and left Russia with Belarus, who harassed her brother until Ukraine came over. Sweden and Denmark broke out into a fight as well. As usual it was chaotic. It was just like always.

Just like always.

…

Germany sighed.

"Veh~ I'm scared Germany, it's all dark." Italy said, while scooting closer to Germany. It was a bit darker than they had expected, and all the lights and fireplaces were stone cold. Japan, on his other side, agreed with Italy. If anyone was able to get along…

"Yeah where's the light switch?" Asked America at a rare moment of peace.

Everyone managed to calm down enough to scramble around looking for a light switch. They found one eventually, but to everyone's dismay it didn't work. It wasn't that late, but the storm had blocked the sun and they could only see as much light as the narrow windows would allow.

"Great. Fan-fucking-tastic." Romano growled, while pushing away a certain Spaniard. Really, Spain has got to stop hugging him!

"Yeah, like, when is Bulgaria gonna get here? I have, like, places to be." Whined Poland.

"Aiyah, you're all so impatient." China said, but he appeared restless too.

The nations continued to stand, but no one even attempted to make conversation anymore. A dismal atmosphere settled over them as thunder roared and lightning lit up the sky they couldn't observe. They all just wanted to be out of the freaky building.

…

Hungary, fed up with the fact that Bulgaria still hasn't shown up yet and no one was doing anything, decided to go find Bulgaria herself and figure out what was wrong with his house. If she couldn't find him, maybe she could at least find something useful.

She moved from the wall she'd been leaning on, and towards the nearest exit. Hungary set off down the first hall and in no particular direction. She had never been in Bulgaria's house before. No one objected when she left, though Prussia and Austria trailed behind her. She paid no mind to them, even when they started arguing behind her back.

Her brown hair swayed, and she walked fast, not bothering to memorize the turns she made and the directions she took. At the end of the hallway, she arrived at a set of large, wood doors. Prussia and Austria were still at the other end of the hallway and walking slowly, peeking into every passing open door, hoping to find something. She could hardly make out their shapes in the darkness. Hungary fumbled around for the door handles obscured by the blackness, but managed to find them. With a dramatic flourish, she opened the grandiose doors and walked in.

The expanse was nice, uncluttered and neat. She decided it must have been some sort of office. She envisioned Bulgaria sitting at the desk, doing paperwork. Hungary allowed a small smile to settle on her face. She was about to turn around and leave when she saw something out of place.

Hungary froze.

A small note sticking out from behind the desk. A hand was clutching it. A pale hand, one that was very similar in shape and size to that of Bulgaria's. Hungary quelled the ominous feeling in her mind and advanced forward.

...

A scream pierced the loud silence of the approaching night.

A/N: Alright, there's the first chapter. Naturally, it sucked. But if you read this and enjoyed it somewhat then I like you. Wait what?

Sorry, it's short, but the other chapters are longer. And it will be easier for me to write once I get further in. Btw, everyone dies in the end. If you can't handle character deaths, I'd recommend leaving.

If I ever make a mistake in this, please correct me. Sometimes my editor is a failure.