America oneshots

Jumpscare

Okay, so last chapter I set up a challenge! But uh, none of you did it, so I waited a bit longer, and in the end it seemed like none of y'all could do it. So, sorry for the wait, and here's the rest of the chapter!

If there was one thing Alfred loved, it was giving the countries or just generally anyone a good old scare. He loved to see their faces after, whether it was surprise or pure fright. It always brightened up his day. He also loved to see them get weary and look out for him when they heard the screams of other countries or people being jump scared. Even some of them going as far as go hide from the 'terrifying' country. Much like today.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"ALFRED YOU BLOODY FUUUUUUCK!!!"
A roaring scream filled the building, causing, by passers outside to jump, and for a sickly pale color to overcome everyone's faces that were now trapped within the tower. It look no longer but a few seconds for an urgent Prussian accent to spill from the speakers. "Ve have a code 63, I repeat, a code 63! Zis is not a drill! It'z either kill or be killed for va next few hours, so I suggest you hide! It's every person for themself!" Another scream cut of the Albino on the coms, echoing throughout the halls. You could see a few newer interns lingering through open faces, confused as to what was happening. But they were luckily saved by older ones yanking them into rooms,  where groups began to form. Groups were always better than being alone. Going alone in a Code 63 might as well be labeled as a suicide mission. People could only feel so sorry for the two who had screamed before, as they were probably the first ones to encounter the 'monster'. The groups the countries had formed consisted of:
Group 1: Canada, Prussia and Denmark,
Group 2: Germany, Italy, Romano and Spain
And Finally, Group 3: Russia, Hungary, Japan, China
Now you may be wondering 'Oh? But where is dear old Iggy and Francis?' Well...
Those scream couldn't have come from ghosts now could they...?

~• With Our favorite bean •~

America continued to crawl along the metal, his body fitting perfectly in the small space. His eyes stalked the ground below him, looking for his next target. There he saw a lost intern. A new one to be precise. And they were all alone. He stopped crawling and slowly lifted up a panel, making minimal sound as possible. He popped his head out and carefully lowered his upper body down, making sure to not accidentally fall. He used his legs to keep hold of his weight. He was now upside down, and had managed to get behind the intern. He waited a few seconds until the confused person turned around, their souls happily leaving their body. All of a sudden a roaring scream filled the building once again
"WHY THE FUCK IS THEIR A DEMON HANGING FROM THE VENTS-?!?!"
However the yell was suddenly cut off, being followed with nothing but silence.

~• With Group 1 •~

The team sucked in a breath as they heard the bellowing scream, as it seemed to only be about 20 meters away from them. They continued to stay under the few desks they had found. Each one not daring to utter a word. Too frightened if the American would hear and find them. Hell even Prussia was dead still. And he's Prussia. Everything in the room came to a halt as they heard a soft clanging from above them. Denmark clutched onto Prussia, deciding that if he was going to die, he should say a few last words. So in a hush voice he whispered
"Prussia... Even in the afterlife, vill you be my best bro?
Prussia looked back at Denmark, a tear flowing down his face
"Ve Best bro duo forever"
All this happened as Canada simply stared at them with a dead pan face.
"We're not going to die you idiots-"
Suddenly a hand latched onto the Canadians ankle dragging him from his hiding spot. Probably the reason why you heard two high pitched screams shortly after.
This continued for another 5 hours, with anonymous people screaming for their lives as Alfred continued to crawl through the vents and attack people from above. Quickly tying them up with rope, sometimes even hanging them to the ceiling. Though if he did do that, he only did it to the countries. There had only been a tiny amount of people he had yet to find. A few of the interns that had long got used to this and of course Group 3.

It had finally come to the end of the day when the coms where turned on and a cheeky American voice echoed throughout the rooms.
"Haha, code 63 is over, Imma done! Also don't worry, this isn't a prank. And sorry to any new interns that I scared, no harm was intended! Hehe, couldn't help it. Anyways, congrats to the survivors! And don't worry, I'll help get you all out of the rope," A series of relieved sighs filled the building. Everyone glad that the torture was finally over.

And that's how the group of survivors spent the rest of their night freeing people from rope and getting others down from the ceiling. After that event, posters of specific rules and codes were hung up around the building for new comers.

I'm sorry, the chapter isn't the best and that it's a bit short, I didn't really have much motivation 😅 I hope you liked it anyway tho! And thank you so much for all the views! It means a lot <3

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