From Ghoulies and Ghosties
la-russophile
» Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
» Rating: T
» On Going(WIP)/One-off/Series: WIP
» Classification(s): Action/Adventure, Supernatural, Humor
» Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations
» Pairing(s): The usual suspects.
» Summary: The nations celebrate Halloween in their own… special ways. May seem like pure crack at times, but all of these things have happened to me or people I know.


Scotland takes his cigarette out of his mouth for the two seconds it takes to say:

"From Ghoulies and Ghosties
and Long-Leggity Beasties
and Things that Go Bump in the Night
Good Lord, Deliver Us!
-Scottish proverb, bitches."

and then puts it right back in.


PROLOGUE


(A/N: Please indulge me a bit with this prologue, I know it's a bit silly. :-) No, the Baltics + Poland are not the main characters of this fic. No, they will probably not show up again. So, why here? Those of you who scratch your head over this introduction may want to check out this video: http:/ www. spike. com /video /michael-jackson /2714844 [remove spaces].)


On a deserted stretch of moonlight-dappled country road, a tiny blue convertible slowly sputtered to a slow stop. As the sound of the engine died, the somewhat eerie warbles and shrieks of the nighttime forest returned in full force. The two occupants sat in silence for a moment, the driver's attitude apologetic, the passenger's deeply, deeply annoyed.

"Honestly, we're out of gas!" the driver finally burst out. He was a young man, brunette, with lighter eyes and a solemn, almost sad expression.

The passenger, a blond, just looked at him. "So? What're we gonna, like, do now?"

The answer, it seemed, was walk.

"I'm like, totally sorry I didn't believe you," the blond said apologetically as he picked his way down the invisible road next to the brunette. His skirt made it difficult. The other man shrugged, but after a few more minutes abruptly stopped and turned to him.

"Can I, er, ask you something?"

The blond tilted his head. "Like, what?"

The brunette paused for so long that the blond was about to repeat his question, but the other man suddenly shot out. "You know I like you, don't you."

It was not a question, but the blond answered anyway. "Totes," he said, smiling slightly.

The brunette managed to drag his eyes off his shoes, and up to the blond's face. "And I hope you like me, the way I like you."

His smile widened. "Yes."

"I was wondering if," the brunette gulped. "You'dbemygirl."

"Oh, Toris," the blond sighed sweetly, reaching out and grabbing him with a little squeal of joy. He pulled but just as quickly, but kept ahold of Toris's hands, their fingers entwined. On the blond's left ring finger, a dazzling silver band had appeared. "It's, like, fantabulously beautiful."

"Now it's official." Toris took a deep breath, and a firmer grip on the blond's hands. "I have something I want to tell you."

The blond, still grinning like an idiot, said, "Yeah, Toris?"

Toris stared earnestly into his eyes. "I'm not like other guys."

The blond laughed. "Duh, like of course not! That's why I love you."

"No," Toris said, with more force. "I mean I'm different."

The blond's grin began to fade. "Dude, like, what the heck are you talking about?"

Almost as he spoke, the moonlight marbling the forest floor grew suddenly brighter as the dark clouds that had obscured it parted.

The effect on Toris was instanantous. He began to shake, a moan of pain breaking from his lips before he doubled over.

The blond grabbed his shoulder. "Are you alright? Got the vom or something?"

Toris gave a huge, shuddering sigh and lifted his head. "Stay away!"

His face had transformed utterly, features rippling and changing nauseatingly quickly as they sprouted dark, dark fur. His beautiful green eyes had become blank disks of murderous gold, and they rolled in his head like blind marbles.

The blond began to scream, helplessly, as the face of the man he loved ran like wax. The man began to lurch to a standing position, and then to shamble forward, and the blond turned and fled, running blindly through the dark forest. Sobbing, he flung branches from him in terror as all too near, the howl of the lonely beast echoed after him.

The blond stumbled into a clearing and shrieked, the terrifying spectacle of the fully transformed Toris leaping to meet him and tackling him to the ground.

Feliks recoiled from the screen as the camera zoomed in for a close up of the horrifying monster's snarling, drooling jaws. The thing fell out of sight of the camera and presumably began messily disemboweling the hero and the screams went on, and on. The Pole's dainty pink fingernails digging hard into his neighbor's arm, and the real Toris absently whispered, "Ow," before pulling another handful of popcorn from the greasy bag in his lap.

In a soft, pleading voice, the Polish nation asked, "Can we, like, puh-lease get out of here?"

Toris, who until this point had been completely absorbed in the film, looked at him incredulously. "No way! I'm really enjoying this."

Feliks shot him a glare that singed and snapped, "Well, I can't watch!" He ducked out of his seat and into the aisle.

Toris sat for a moment, eyes flicking from the bright screen in front of him to Feliks's ramrod straight back and angrily swishing poodle skirt as he strode up the stairs to the exit. Then the Lithuanian sighed, and rose as well, slowly trailing after the irate Pole.

Eduard was too used to dramatic scenes like this for it to draw his attention too far away from a good movie. Using the newly empty seat beside him to hold his ownpopcorn, he was about to return to Vincent Price's masterpiece and his Sno Caps when he made the critical mistake of glancing over at his other neighbor. Raivis's tearstained, desperate look said it all, and in the end the two Baltic nations followed their friends out of the movie early. Eduard rationalized his wasted money by thinking, Well, at least it's late enough that we have very definitely missed Ameerika's party.


I'm going to try to get the rest of the chapters out (there will be three plus an epilogue) by November 3rd. YES I AM. GO TEAM ME. NEVER MIND THAT I NEVER UPDATE ANYTHING ON TIME, I WILL MAKE THIS HAPPEN. X'D And because I'm trying to get it out so fast, there will be general grammar/spelling errors and such. It's unavoidable~!