#hetahorror

Rod-Animator (Re-animator/Hetalia crossover)

Are you sure it was in Texas

I'm currently writing a Hetalia Horror Story. Would you like me to post it here, my dear fellow Hetalians...?

December 13, 1912 The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual, feeling a little light-headed and frightened since I saw a bat who looked aristocratic. I immediately set out for the police station to report on the death threat sent to me. Where I live, it's ruled by Russia, so the police can be quite slow when investigating murders. It was cold to the point the lamps were covered with ice. I put on warm clothing before setting off for the station. When I arrived at the station, it reeked of cigarettes. I held my wool scarf close to my nose to hide away the smell. A receptionist saw me and asked if I wanted help, so I handed her the note. She called over a few officers, and they referred me to the police chief. I walked into his office, where he told me to sit down. I am a law-abiding citizen, so I sat down very quickly. "So you saw this note at what time?" He asked. "Eleven forty-five sir." I replied, my voice filled with worry. "Mr. von Boch, did you notice anything suspicious last night when Miss Eskola [the singer] was attacked?" I told him about how Roderich explained he would be getting something to drink later on. I also noticed his eyes were a darker shade of indigo. Much to my disgust, the police chief said, "Miss Eskola said that Roderich Edelstein had bitten her with some sort of hypnotic spell, but we found no evidence that he attacked. No man would have teeth that big to create holes that look miniscule. We will keep an eye on him." I sighed a breath of relief, but I was genuinely worried. What if Roderich made those bites? What if... the handkerchief in his hand was soaked in blood? They troubled my mind to the point my day at work became stressful. At the office, we were still told we had to work despite the situation. I also learned that the Russian officials had been notified, and were angrily demanding answers from the Austro-Hungarian officials in Moscow. There were rumors that Vienna records from 1771 had an attack on police officers by a certain Roderich Edelstein resulting feom investigating a murder. The police in Tallin were advised to not pursue any sort of investigation against Roderich lest that same fate shall fall upon them. 1771? That was over one hundred years ago! Either the information the Austrians gave the Russians were a distraction to get more influence on Serbia, or that they were too afraid or else face Roderich's wrath. I had my own concerns, but they momentarily went away as I got a personal telegram from Tino, a personal friend of mine. He came from Finland to spend the holidays with me, which was surprising since he was a colonel in the army. During my small break, I joined Tino at a local cafe. "Did you hear the news abour last night?" He asked. Now Tino is a cheery man, but the attack had gotten him worried. I nodded and said I was there. The poor man felt sorry as he asked, "Was there anything off at the party?" I was about to answer when I had a horrible feeling that someone was watching. We both focused our attention on the souece, who was a man with chocolate hair. He seemed composed like Roderich, but his details like a curling cowlick and a mole had vanished. Even his eyes were blue like everyone out here! The man had booked gotten a table close to us, and he eyed me in a suspicious, even threatening fashion. We just silently drank our coffee, making sure he wouldn't judge us. I soon noticed that his reflection wasn't present on the window, and Tino also noticed the same thing. This was Roderich, but how to prove it would be a momentous task. I realized I had to go back to work, so I bid Tino farewell and ran back, not caring if the icy sidewalk would kill me. I made suee the man wasn't following me, but he stared intently at my frantic form. I soon returned to typing a friendly opinion column that wouldn't offend the Tsars when someone came in with awful news. "The police chief! He has been murdered!" No details were given right away apart from being found with a nasty wound on his arm and looked strangled. The police made no arrests, and they were frantic at this point. Worried about the fate of Tino, I abandoned my column and went to find him. It was getting late at night, and I skirted through the crowds of people who looked worried. I found Tino right by my flat, and he was trembling as he told me, "Roderich did it! I saw him break the man's leg with one hand a snapped his neck with the other!" I hushed him, as I found a weasel glaring at us. He was chocolate colored and looked aristocratic, yet his eyes were becoming red with hate. We rushed inside and tried to close the door, but the weasel charged inside. He was mad, so I went to get a gun. Tino is better at handling firearms than I, but I knew how to use them. I aimed right at the weasel, but he bolted upstairs. Tino now had a rifle and charged after him. I followed close behind and soon found the weasel in my room. I was mad, and demanded the weasel to get out. Instead, the weasel stood on his hinds legs and started to walk, taking a more human appearance. "N-n-o..." I gasped, realizing we had tried to shoot Roderich. "You did not heed my message. You told the police anyway, so I had to dispose of the chief, just like your army friend said." He hissed, eyes becoming bright red. Tino is a brave man, but he screamed. "You want to know why I can become weasel, bat, and mist, don't you?" With a sneer, he grabbed me by the neck and pinned me against the wall, eyes starting to gain a hypnotic luster. "If you go after me again, I will make your body marked with the Vampire's Kiss. I will make you my underling and my personal slave for all of eternith. Understood?" I tried to resist the glow, but I had to nod. Tino knew he couldn't do anything, so he had to watch my willpower fail. Roderich let me go, and soon vanished. Too shaken to return to work, I had to stay home with Tino there to comfort me. I can stand up to burly Russians, but being pinned by an Austrian vampire who threatened to make you his slave for all of eternity turned me into a sobbing baby. Tino gave me some soup, as he went to go and vampire proof the home. "Why are you doing that Tino?" I asked, my voice shaky. "It's so that Roderich won't kill you in your sleep." He replied, face becoming braver and angrier. I eventually went to sleep, and I saw Roderich from my window stare at me before leaving elsewhere to play piano songs. I was now a dead man.

I am writing this story in my journal and hiding it away in fear that HE would find me and kill me. I have many entries dating from December 12 to just now, and hopefully, it will serve as the last testament of I, Eduard von Boch. It shows that not just the living, but the undead inhabit this crazy world... December 12, 1912 I was invited to attend a Christmas party held in Tallin. I write for a prominent newpaper, and everyone in the business was invited to attend. We were all chattering amongst ourselves, as a famous pianist from Austria was scheduled to play Christmas songs later that evening. Until the performance by the pianist, we were entertained by a string quartet. I wanted to at least give him some money that could be useful for basic things, as I assumed he barely brought anything. As the quartet played, I went to get a drink from the hotel bar when I bumped into a man. He turned around and looked at me with annoyance. I recognized this man as the pianist, so I said, "I'm sorry sir! I must have been clumsy." "There is no need to apologize for a small and simple accident," The pianist said. I noticed his eyes were an unusual color. Many people here have blue eyes that are clear as frozen lakes, but this man had eyes that were dark like midnight. His breathing was slow, but it sounded sensual too. "Aren't you getting something to drink?" I asked him. "No, I'm planning on getting something later on." He replied. We soon talked about each other. "I'm Eduard von Boch. I work as an opinion columnist in a local newspaper." "Pleased to meet you Eduard," The pianist bowed and said, "My name is Roderich Edelstein." My mouth was agape. I was talking to THE Roderich Edelstein! This was making me flattered to the point I couldn't talk. The crowd at the bar started to get larger, so we both escaped to the halls to talk some more. I heard Roderich's stomach growl even deeper, and I asked, "You need to eat something, or drink something! You look famished." I was concerned for him fainting as he played one of his famous sonatas. Roderich did not mind, and I noticed his eyes were much darker from earlier. They had become dark to the point of being black, and I noticed a tint of red in his irises. There was something odd about his mouth, like he had... fangs. I gulped and looked ahead, at nothing in particular. A woman (a singer from the choir I believe) came over to us and tried to start up a conversation with the Austrian. He excused himself to go and talk to the poor lady, and I permitted him to do so. I wanted to dance with my friends any way. As I walked back to the main room, I heard a terrifying scream! The music stopped, the chatter went silent, the people paused. A man rushed over and found the woman with a tear on her neck, and she was alive yet slowly breathing. The party was canceled as the police were called over to take the woman to the hospital. I pushed my way out of the crying crowd when I saw Roderich. His eyes were lighter in color now, and he had a handkerchief in his hand. He looked at me and getured me to join him. So on a cold Estonian night, I asked him, "Did you see that? Someone got attacked!" He was silent before replying, "She is alive, but barely. Who knows what the police are dealing with. Walk with me, and your worries will leave." I could barely keep my nerves together. Roderich sounded hypnotic, yet seductive in his invitation. We walked around, not talking. I noticed that whenever we walked by windows, his reflection would not show. 'That's odd...' I muttered to myself. Much to my horror, Roderich turned and asked, "What is odd?" His eyes began to take a red hue now. I shook as I said, "Nothing!" He rolled his eyes and continued walking. We soon stopped to rest, and when I asked Roderich what time it was. But he was gone! It had gotten misty on top of the weather being a blizzard. This was too much for me, so I went home. When I finally arrived, shivering and clearly cold, I saw a grim message on my wall. The wall had a paper that was tainted with blood, and I read the message: "If you let anyone know about who hurt the lady, you have made the mistake of messing with me." ((My first fanfic on tumblr. Roderich's true identity will be revealed tomorrow, so stay tuned.))