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When 7 lucky countries win a contest to go stay at a fabulous 5-star hotel, all are ecstatic. Only, none of them know it is a secret haunted house, set up but Russia. How will they all react? Who will survive their stay at the hotel?

My characters:
America
England
France
Italy

Sprite's characters:
Japan
Germany
Romano




You wanna start? o /// U /// o

(( Ooc//: Oh god, you made it sound so epic. xD
Alrighty, I shall start it now~ ))

Ludwig was still examining the papers as he, Feliciano, Honda, Arthur, and Alfred stood in front of a beautiful hotel. Nothing seemed fishy, nothing seemed odd about winning the contest. It was a simple, fill-in survey. How difficult could it be?
In fact, he'd been secretely hoping for a break to relax, and he was sure Honda was, too. Feliciano was always such a pain to watch after constanly. True, he'd... grown a liking for him, although he'd never admit it to himself, much less aloud. But with the scenary set up in such a professional way, Ludwig couldn't agree more that this was a great place to just get away. Maybe Feliciano would pesture someone else for a change. It also brought him to wonder, why did he seem to idolize him?

He was brought out of his thoughts when Honda joined him, looking over the hotel as well. "Are you alright?" The young man questioned, seeming a bit worried for his friend. He assumed Ludwig was either suspicious or nervous; he was too, and with someone as strong and independent as his friend... He began to worry about this place, too. "I... it seems to be nice enough", Honda added nervously, trying to smile after he didn't respond. Then again, the architecture seemed elegant enough, and everything around it flawless. He admired whoever had taken long enough to assemble the place.

After all... what could go wrong?

(( Ooc//: I hope that was good enough, it's not often I get to roleplay as Japan. xD ))

//ooc: It's fiiine Cx wonderful job pal

"So where in bloody he** do we check in?" Arthur asked, putting his hands on his hips. Feliciano looked over to Arthur, before jogging over to see what Ludwig was up to.
"Ve~Doitsu, what are you doing?" He asked, poking the German's arm. Alfred laughed, and gazed up at the hotel again.
"Feli, dude he's checkin' us in! What'd you think he was doin', bro?" The american asked, and Arthur slapped him lightly on the arm.
"If i have to share a room with you then you're going to have to use correct grammar please i~" Arthur began before France linked his arms arounf the brit's waist.
"Ohonhon~Arthur mon cheir, I think i will have you in my room if Alfred here doesn't take you first." The frenchman teased, and Arthur jumped out of his hold.
"Oh bloody he** no, let go of me you frog!" He barked,glaring harshly.

(ooc: What is France's 'name' ?? o-o I dunno)

(( Ooc//: Sorry it took me so long to reply! I was trying to find France's name for you, because I forgot as well. xD
I nearly killed myself when I FINALLY found it. So, apparently, it's 'Francis Bonnefoy'. SERIOUSLY?! I wish I knew ahead of time before all that... Sorry... ^^;

I LOL'D so hard. Not surprising for England to say, but it amused me so much. xD ))

Ludwig flinched some, then sighed down at the shorter Italian. "I'm checking in", he confirmed for Feli, taking a last glance. Everything was filled out; they were free to go inside. "We can go ahead in, I think. Be ca--" He stopped. What if Feliciano started crying and became fearful? He shuttered, that was something he did NOT want to deal with, either. "I meant, I can't wait, heheh..." He forced a tiny smile and began to walk inside. Honda joined with him, waving for Feliciano to come along.

((ooc: LoooL X3 yes i love Angry England >:D and oh when're you gonna bring in Romano?))

Feliciano frowned and cocked his head. Checking..in? He thoughtk then smiled.
"Ve, oh okay!" He smiled happily. Francis smirked walking, up closer to Arthur, bumping into the back of his legs.
"God da**it bugger off you perv!" Arthur growled, turning to glare at Francis. Alfred snicked and grabbed Arthur's hand tugging him over to walk next to him.
"Francis please, Iggy here is miiine." The amican joked, slinging an arm over the brit's shoulder. Arthur scoffed, slipping out of Alfred's grasp.
"Please if i were either of yours i'd kill myself.." He grumbled.
"Oui, We need to figure out our rooming partnerz, mon cher." Francis said, once everyone was in the elevator.