(Warning: If ya don't like organs or eyeballs then you might not like this chapter...)
England sat down at the meeting room mesa, tabela for another discussion. Something about a mysterious person appearing and disappearing was being talked about but England couldn't bother listening...he felt like someone was watching him but he couldn't exactly tell why. He just sighed and tried to shake off the feeling.
The meeting continued. Talking. Laughing. Fights. Everything that usually happened. This time the feeling grew stronger. It was harder to shake it off. So he decided to go take a book from a nearby bookshelf. He looked through them when one fell to the floor. Strange. The book wasn't even touched in the first place. He shook his head and picked it up.
'---k -h- -ip--r'
England felt a bit queasy now. He didn't know why. His head hurt and his coração was beating fast.
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Suddenly he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder. It was the frog. England glared, "what the bloody hell do you want?" France looked at him with worry, "just wondering if you were okay..." "Dudes! What's up?" England groaned, not because of the headache. Because of the person that was going to make it even worse. "Oh, oi America. I was just checking up on Angleterre. He doesn't look to good." The Brit rolled his eyes, "I think I will feel better if you just leave me alone!"
"OKAY! MEETING IZ OVER!"
England held his head and massaged it. Germany was always pretty loud. He placed the book back in the shelf, walked back to the mesa, tabela and packed his things. America walked up to him, "hey Britain dude. You okay?" He looked at America and sighed, "I'm perfectly fine! I just have a little headache is all..." He glanced out the window to see a pair of eyes staring at him. He couldn't see the person properly at first, just the topo, início part of his face. But that was enough to make him hyperventilate. "Dude what's wrong? Did one of your imaginary friends die or what?" England didn't answer. He just stared at the eyes and hyperventilated even mais when the person started smiling and scratching the window.
Scritch
Scratch
Skreek
America looked at him in confusion then looked out the window and froze seeing the person scratching at it. Slowly. With a knife. The scratching became mais audible and drawed the attention of Japan. He dropped his things when he saw it. He quickly ran over to the two blondes, "who is that?!"
"I don't know. He's really freaking Iggy out though..."
England couldn't stop staring. The person suddenly stopped scratching the window and walked away into the bushes. America and Japão then put their attention on England and helped him calm down, "Engrand-san, who was that?" England shook his head, "I-I don't know. Let's just leave..." They nodded and left for the door. England looked back at the window and stopped breathing for a moment before walking off.
When England came início he placed his case on the mesa, tabela and started to unpack it. His eyes widened and he threw the case to the floor. Those were not his items. His bag was full of knives and the book was there. He fell to his knees as a little itching feeling formed in the back of his head. He remembered that feeling and started panicking. It was happening again. He didn't want it to happen. Not ever again. But he knew that once the feeling was there it wouldn't stop for quite a while. He ran to the cozinha and made himself some tea. He paused. There he was. Smiling at him. His eyes were a mix of colours. His hair was messy and long. His hand covered por ripped gloves. A red coat. Purple glasses. Green short, puffed up pants with striped stockings (I don't know what they're actually called •ω•) and blue rain boots. He also had a big green hat, much like the Mad Hatter's. He chuckled, "looking for some chá eh? How ya feeling?" England glared at him, "who the hell are you?!" The man cackled, "do YOU really want to know that sonny?! You sure seem like a FUNNY lad ain't ya!? Aren't you WONDERING about the FEELING inside ya HEAD?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Huh?! WHY ARE YOU SO AFRAID?! I'M JUST A HARMLESS OLD MAN!!!" England backed away.
In fact the man didn't even look old. He looked like a teen.
"U-uh..." England didn't have any words. The man smirked with an insane look in his eyes, "Jack should be coming back any minute...you better go write a letter otherwise everyone'll get worried...but they'll soon go into the dark as well...bye-buh!" The man jumped out of the window and just vanished. England felt the itching becoming stronger. He took the man's conselhos and wrote as much as he could.
Scritch scratch scribble scratch scritch scribble. Silence. Then he put the pencil down. Walked out the door. Taking a bag with him. The only thing that changed in the house was the case. It was empty.
~~~LALALALA! AT THE MEETING!~~~
Japão fidgeted in his assento inbetween France and America. (OMG! OTAKU TRIO LOLOLOLOL) England hadn't arrived and the meeting was about to start. They jumped when Italy rushed in crying. Japan, Germany, Romano and Spain went up to him, "vhat's wrong Italy?!" The Italian couldn't speak through the crying. He placed a newspaper on the table. Germany picked it up then immediately threw it into the bin. "I'm going to take Italy to zhe bathroom. Romano. Come vith me." Romano furrowed his eyebrows but followed anyways. He was slightly shocked to see Italy make a face filled with so much horror. When they left France took out the newspaper and paled. "Non non non, ce n'est pas juste. Cela ne peut pas se produire à nouveau ... mon dieu ..." (Google translate btw) Japan, Spain and America took a look at the paper and gagged.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
"それは嫌です..." (Still google)
"Esto es sólo enfermo ..." (Thank you google!)
Jack Is Back
Last night, Janelle Sitherens was brutally murdered. She was found in an alleyway with her saia pulled up above her waist. Her insides and eyeballs had been ripped out and stolen. Oddly enough, a historian has informed us that this was the style of murder used por the famous serial killer, Jack the Ripper. From Janelle's records she was making a living of being a prostitute and made out with any guy who would give her money. Her family are grieving over the loss and are also scared for anyone in the same situation. Unluckily, this Jack the Ripper may strike again, for he has left no traces of his whereabouts and no clues as to who he may be. Be on the lookout and inform anyone if you see anything. (Sucky newspaper artigo sucks)
Above the artigo was a picture of the scene. It was disgusting to say the least. The woman's eye sockets stared at the camera in an unsettling way. Spain ran off to the bathroom to vomit. France put the newspaper back into the bin and sat down. America glared at the bin, "what kind of sick freak would do that?! Was it that guy from yesterday?!" France raised a brow, "what guy?" Japão explained what happened and pointed to the window. France looked over and froze, "mon dieu..." America raised a brow, "what?"
"Can't you read?"
"Read what?"
"That."
France dragged the two to the window.
Hello again Jack.
The two just stared at it. America ran off, "I'M GOING TO IGGY'S PLACE!"
...
America stopped in front of a Victorian style house. This was his place. He entered through the gate and knocked on the door. It was open. He started to get worried. As he entered the house he noticed an open door to a study. There was a piece of paper on the desk.
To anyone that finds this,
It's happening again! I didn't want it to happen again! But he pushed me into insanity. He isn't that right in the head himself either! He is psychotic. He watched me and finally appeared in my house. He was the one that put the book and knives in my case. He was the one at the window. Watch out for him! He wants to bring us into the dark! He thinks he can manage that! But be careful. He has an aura that feels like the dark itself. If you see me. Run. Away. If you try to catch me. Don't. I can't control it anymore. I'll tell you one thing. His eyes are-
Kill...
Kill...
Kill...
Kill...
Rip...
Rip it out...
Rip them out...
Rip out their organs...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack the Ripper is back...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
Red is such a lovely colour...
America stared at the letter and put it in his pocket. He wasn't angry. He wasn't shocked. He wasn't disappointed...he was scared. Suddenly he heard muffled laughter. He silently crept up the stairs and peeked into the room at the end of the hall. There was England. He was talking to someone. But there was no one there. "Hmm...so that's why you did it...well that can't be helped now can it?! Hahaha...You look so miserable...here...I'll let in some sunlight..." England stood up. The person he was talking to was a jar filled with organs and two eyeballs. The eyeballs stared at America. He couldn't take it. He started walking back towards the stairs.
"Oh. Seems we have a visitor..." He froze and slowly turned around. England was standing. Right behind him. Staring at him, eyes filled with insanity. "Well...what are you doing here?" America stepped back, "y-you weren't at th-the mee-" England cackled, "look who's scared now?! He thought I was scared! But look at you! Your afraid of someone you already know SO well!" America stepped back a bit more. England saw this and smiled, "you want some help?" America blinked, "wha-" He pushed the American down the stairs.
"AMERICA!!!" Japão and France rushed to America who was shivering in shock on the floor. "Oh look! mais guests! How exciting~!" The two looked up the stairs and grew scared. England looked down at them. He intimidated them a little but not enough to send them running. "Engrand-san?! You were the one who murdered that woman?!" The Brit smiled, "murdered? But she's right here! Take a look!" The jar tumbled down the stairs and landed in front of America who screamed at the sight of it. He backed up towards France and Japão who were too shocked to say anything. "You look so scared...hehehe...you might just be turning me on with those expressions..." He licked his lips. That was what made them run. They got into France's car and sped off.
France looked in the review mirror to see England and...who the hell was that?!
YAAAYYY~ First chapter that involves a country~! Btw the book was a Jack the Ripper book and the man was (obviously) my BIF! Hope you enjoyed my insanity! I bid thee a farewell! See you seguinte time! You can ask us perguntas btw! Don't forget to suggest any countries I should do~! I'm trying to do the main ones first though! I'm planning on doing one of the Axis seguinte btw (IM USING TOO MANY BTWS!!!!)
Oldo: See you on the dark side! We have cookies!
England sat down at the meeting room mesa, tabela for another discussion. Something about a mysterious person appearing and disappearing was being talked about but England couldn't bother listening...he felt like someone was watching him but he couldn't exactly tell why. He just sighed and tried to shake off the feeling.
The meeting continued. Talking. Laughing. Fights. Everything that usually happened. This time the feeling grew stronger. It was harder to shake it off. So he decided to go take a book from a nearby bookshelf. He looked through them when one fell to the floor. Strange. The book wasn't even touched in the first place. He shook his head and picked it up.
'---k -h- -ip--r'
England felt a bit queasy now. He didn't know why. His head hurt and his coração was beating fast.
Ba-bump
Ba-bump
Ba-bump
Suddenly he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder. It was the frog. England glared, "what the bloody hell do you want?" France looked at him with worry, "just wondering if you were okay..." "Dudes! What's up?" England groaned, not because of the headache. Because of the person that was going to make it even worse. "Oh, oi America. I was just checking up on Angleterre. He doesn't look to good." The Brit rolled his eyes, "I think I will feel better if you just leave me alone!"
"OKAY! MEETING IZ OVER!"
England held his head and massaged it. Germany was always pretty loud. He placed the book back in the shelf, walked back to the mesa, tabela and packed his things. America walked up to him, "hey Britain dude. You okay?" He looked at America and sighed, "I'm perfectly fine! I just have a little headache is all..." He glanced out the window to see a pair of eyes staring at him. He couldn't see the person properly at first, just the topo, início part of his face. But that was enough to make him hyperventilate. "Dude what's wrong? Did one of your imaginary friends die or what?" England didn't answer. He just stared at the eyes and hyperventilated even mais when the person started smiling and scratching the window.
Scritch
Scratch
Skreek
America looked at him in confusion then looked out the window and froze seeing the person scratching at it. Slowly. With a knife. The scratching became mais audible and drawed the attention of Japan. He dropped his things when he saw it. He quickly ran over to the two blondes, "who is that?!"
"I don't know. He's really freaking Iggy out though..."
England couldn't stop staring. The person suddenly stopped scratching the window and walked away into the bushes. America and Japão then put their attention on England and helped him calm down, "Engrand-san, who was that?" England shook his head, "I-I don't know. Let's just leave..." They nodded and left for the door. England looked back at the window and stopped breathing for a moment before walking off.
When England came início he placed his case on the mesa, tabela and started to unpack it. His eyes widened and he threw the case to the floor. Those were not his items. His bag was full of knives and the book was there. He fell to his knees as a little itching feeling formed in the back of his head. He remembered that feeling and started panicking. It was happening again. He didn't want it to happen. Not ever again. But he knew that once the feeling was there it wouldn't stop for quite a while. He ran to the cozinha and made himself some tea. He paused. There he was. Smiling at him. His eyes were a mix of colours. His hair was messy and long. His hand covered por ripped gloves. A red coat. Purple glasses. Green short, puffed up pants with striped stockings (I don't know what they're actually called •ω•) and blue rain boots. He also had a big green hat, much like the Mad Hatter's. He chuckled, "looking for some chá eh? How ya feeling?" England glared at him, "who the hell are you?!" The man cackled, "do YOU really want to know that sonny?! You sure seem like a FUNNY lad ain't ya!? Aren't you WONDERING about the FEELING inside ya HEAD?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Huh?! WHY ARE YOU SO AFRAID?! I'M JUST A HARMLESS OLD MAN!!!" England backed away.
In fact the man didn't even look old. He looked like a teen.
"U-uh..." England didn't have any words. The man smirked with an insane look in his eyes, "Jack should be coming back any minute...you better go write a letter otherwise everyone'll get worried...but they'll soon go into the dark as well...bye-buh!" The man jumped out of the window and just vanished. England felt the itching becoming stronger. He took the man's conselhos and wrote as much as he could.
Scritch scratch scribble scratch scritch scribble. Silence. Then he put the pencil down. Walked out the door. Taking a bag with him. The only thing that changed in the house was the case. It was empty.
~~~LALALALA! AT THE MEETING!~~~
Japão fidgeted in his assento inbetween France and America. (OMG! OTAKU TRIO LOLOLOLOL) England hadn't arrived and the meeting was about to start. They jumped when Italy rushed in crying. Japan, Germany, Romano and Spain went up to him, "vhat's wrong Italy?!" The Italian couldn't speak through the crying. He placed a newspaper on the table. Germany picked it up then immediately threw it into the bin. "I'm going to take Italy to zhe bathroom. Romano. Come vith me." Romano furrowed his eyebrows but followed anyways. He was slightly shocked to see Italy make a face filled with so much horror. When they left France took out the newspaper and paled. "Non non non, ce n'est pas juste. Cela ne peut pas se produire à nouveau ... mon dieu ..." (Google translate btw) Japan, Spain and America took a look at the paper and gagged.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
"それは嫌です..." (Still google)
"Esto es sólo enfermo ..." (Thank you google!)
Jack Is Back
Last night, Janelle Sitherens was brutally murdered. She was found in an alleyway with her saia pulled up above her waist. Her insides and eyeballs had been ripped out and stolen. Oddly enough, a historian has informed us that this was the style of murder used por the famous serial killer, Jack the Ripper. From Janelle's records she was making a living of being a prostitute and made out with any guy who would give her money. Her family are grieving over the loss and are also scared for anyone in the same situation. Unluckily, this Jack the Ripper may strike again, for he has left no traces of his whereabouts and no clues as to who he may be. Be on the lookout and inform anyone if you see anything. (Sucky newspaper artigo sucks)
Above the artigo was a picture of the scene. It was disgusting to say the least. The woman's eye sockets stared at the camera in an unsettling way. Spain ran off to the bathroom to vomit. France put the newspaper back into the bin and sat down. America glared at the bin, "what kind of sick freak would do that?! Was it that guy from yesterday?!" France raised a brow, "what guy?" Japão explained what happened and pointed to the window. France looked over and froze, "mon dieu..." America raised a brow, "what?"
"Can't you read?"
"Read what?"
"That."
France dragged the two to the window.
Hello again Jack.
The two just stared at it. America ran off, "I'M GOING TO IGGY'S PLACE!"
...
America stopped in front of a Victorian style house. This was his place. He entered through the gate and knocked on the door. It was open. He started to get worried. As he entered the house he noticed an open door to a study. There was a piece of paper on the desk.
To anyone that finds this,
It's happening again! I didn't want it to happen again! But he pushed me into insanity. He isn't that right in the head himself either! He is psychotic. He watched me and finally appeared in my house. He was the one that put the book and knives in my case. He was the one at the window. Watch out for him! He wants to bring us into the dark! He thinks he can manage that! But be careful. He has an aura that feels like the dark itself. If you see me. Run. Away. If you try to catch me. Don't. I can't control it anymore. I'll tell you one thing. His eyes are-
Kill...
Kill...
Kill...
Kill...
Rip...
Rip it out...
Rip them out...
Rip out their organs...
Jack...
Jack...
Jack the Ripper is back...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
Red is such a lovely colour...
America stared at the letter and put it in his pocket. He wasn't angry. He wasn't shocked. He wasn't disappointed...he was scared. Suddenly he heard muffled laughter. He silently crept up the stairs and peeked into the room at the end of the hall. There was England. He was talking to someone. But there was no one there. "Hmm...so that's why you did it...well that can't be helped now can it?! Hahaha...You look so miserable...here...I'll let in some sunlight..." England stood up. The person he was talking to was a jar filled with organs and two eyeballs. The eyeballs stared at America. He couldn't take it. He started walking back towards the stairs.
"Oh. Seems we have a visitor..." He froze and slowly turned around. England was standing. Right behind him. Staring at him, eyes filled with insanity. "Well...what are you doing here?" America stepped back, "y-you weren't at th-the mee-" England cackled, "look who's scared now?! He thought I was scared! But look at you! Your afraid of someone you already know SO well!" America stepped back a bit more. England saw this and smiled, "you want some help?" America blinked, "wha-" He pushed the American down the stairs.
"AMERICA!!!" Japão and France rushed to America who was shivering in shock on the floor. "Oh look! mais guests! How exciting~!" The two looked up the stairs and grew scared. England looked down at them. He intimidated them a little but not enough to send them running. "Engrand-san?! You were the one who murdered that woman?!" The Brit smiled, "murdered? But she's right here! Take a look!" The jar tumbled down the stairs and landed in front of America who screamed at the sight of it. He backed up towards France and Japão who were too shocked to say anything. "You look so scared...hehehe...you might just be turning me on with those expressions..." He licked his lips. That was what made them run. They got into France's car and sped off.
France looked in the review mirror to see England and...who the hell was that?!
YAAAYYY~ First chapter that involves a country~! Btw the book was a Jack the Ripper book and the man was (obviously) my BIF! Hope you enjoyed my insanity! I bid thee a farewell! See you seguinte time! You can ask us perguntas btw! Don't forget to suggest any countries I should do~! I'm trying to do the main ones first though! I'm planning on doing one of the Axis seguinte btw (IM USING TOO MANY BTWS!!!!)
Oldo: See you on the dark side! We have cookies!
