Oh my...a new fanfic after two years of slumbering hiatus?

Don't fail me this time imagination!

Also, keep in mind that the characters will use their human names.

Title: [APH] Curse of the Spider Lily

Summary: Our fellow APH cast members are taking a vacation at France's private vacation home on a remote island. Little do they know that they won't be leaving anytime soon and will soon uncover the mysteries of the island.

Warning: There will be pairings which includes...

GERxITA

SPAMANO

USxUK

FRAxJEA (Jeanne d'Arc)

ROCHU

HOLLxJPN (Holland)

PRUxHUN

DENxNOR

Chapter 1: Welcome…

"…Oh, Ludwig, is that the manor over there?" the young Italian pointed at a lone island from over the boat's rail. The blond muscular German looked over the horizon with his blue eyes and nodded. The Italian let out an amazed sigh as the sea breeze played with his brown hair, his curl fluttering in the wind, "It was nice of Francis to let all of us come over to his vacation house!"

"Yeah but you never know what that pervert might do," Ludwig mumbled as he looked over his shoulder to see the Frenchman looking at the island in the distance. He seemed to have a troubled look on his face before heading into the yacht's cabin.

"…Something…seems wrong," Feliciano suddenly said the longer he stared at the island. He then looked at Ludwig, "Something's wrong with that island…" Ludwig was feeling uneasy. It wasn't like Feliciano or Francis to be out of characters this early. He wrapped his arm around the Italian and led him into the cabin where everyone else was.

"So, Francis, when did you have an island to yourself?" the Englishman asked as he raised his large eyebrow, setting his teacup down on the table that everyone was sitting around. Francis shrugged and sighed.

"Honestly, my boss just reminded me about it since I haven't been there in so long, but isn't it nice to have a few days away from work?" he then laughed, holding his wineglass up in the air.

"…This better be worth it," the Englishman scoffed as he leaned on the American's shoulder next to him.

"C'mon Arthur, if you think about it, when was the last time we all had a vacation?" the American smiled. Arthur grimaced and muttered something under his breath, crossing his arms. They forgot everyone doesn't know—or rather, almost everyone—that both of them are lovers. Everyone stared at them as Arthur was leaning on Alfred's shoulder and immediately sat straight and looked away. The Hungarian girl was giggling.

"What are you giggling about, Elizabeta?" the albino man sitting next to her asked, regretting that he talked to her. She glared at him as he flinched, hoping that she didn't have a frying pan on her.

"What, I can't laugh, Gilbert?" Elizabeta sneered, "I can't believe Roderich bailed on us on the last minute!" Elizabeta and Roderich used to be married but had a divorce due to their boss but the two are still romantically linked as boyfriend and girlfriend, much to Gilbert's dismay. The German—excuse me—Prussian was Elizabeta's childhood friend and rival but slowly began to like her despite telling himself that he would avoid such things. Gilbert looked away as she mentioned Roderich's name.

"Well, he said his boss gave him more work at the last minute so it can't be helped," Ludwig remarked.

"Huh, same thing happened to Berwald and Tino," the tall Nordic said. He then turned towards a younger Nordic who seemed uninterested, "Right?"

"…Uh-huh…" he merely replied.

"Are we any near the island? I'm hungry," Feliciano's older brother retorted.

"Ahahaha, if you're hungry, do you want a tomato, Lovino?" the Spaniard next to him offered him as he pulled out a tomato from his backpack. Lovino quickly swiped it from his hand and nibbled on the red vegetable. "I have been wondering though, are we getting closer to the island, Francis?"

"We should be there in a few minutes," he smiled.

"I haven't been to a warm island before, I wonder how it's like, da?" the tall Russian smiled kindly but everyone fell dead silent and fidgeted, especially the Chinese man next to him.

"Aiya…I just want to eat now, aru," the Chinese man sighed. Food was always his top priority but he's always so miraculously skinny.

"Don't worry, I'll make some food once we get there, Wang," Francis said as the woman next to him was staring out the window, "What's wrong, Jeanne?"

"…It's nothing," she said before sitting back down. A young woman came in the cabin and bowed.

"We're almost at the island, Sir," she bowed again and left. Francis looked at everyone as they seemed busy talking to each other, wondering what's on the island.

As they all got off the yacht, they looked around, only seeing the island to be a majority of greenery and trees, a lone house sitting near the docks seemed to be the only sign of civilization on the island.

"…Is someone else here? I thought it was a private island," Antonio asked, eyeing the cottage.

"Oui, there's a small fisherman's family residing on the island—with Monsieur Francis' permission of course," Jeanne said as she looked at the house. Just as everyone looked, the door flew open, causing Feliciano to cling onto Ludwig's muscular arm in shock. An elderly man slowly came out with a large fishing net over his shoulder. His squinty eyes scrutinized everyone as he let out a faint smile under his large beard.

"Ah, it's been a while since you've been here, Monsieur Francis," the man said to Francis. He nodded and smiled in acknowledgement.

"Oui, je travaille beaucoup." He looked over his shoulder to the group behind him, "These are my friends; we're staying up at the vacation house for a couple of days."

The old man seemed to have frozen for a split second before smiling.

"Ah, bon—be careful going up there then!" he nodded and headed towards the docks, heaving the net out from the small cottage. As he slowly passed the group, Arthur was eyeing him. Something about that man made him feel uneasy about this whole vacation plan. Not only did he notice that he flinched when talking to the wine bastard but that he overheard Feliciano saying something about "feeling uneasy" to Ludwig during the boat ride. The British crossed his arms, contemplating as the American next to him looked at him, bewildered.

"…Something the matter, Arty?" Alfred asked with his usual joking smile. He received a dirty glare but Arthur sighed.

"…Who knows?"

Huh...well that was short...

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