You couldn’t wait for this year’s Halloween party! Every year you and a group of friends would go to the haunted house at the end of the street, and then would crash together at someone’s house to eat candy and watch scary movies. This year it was your house, so you were busy pouring candy into bowls and picking out the scariest movies you owned when the doorbell rang.
“Coming!” You hollered, running from the kitchen to answer the door. You were greeted by Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew; Arthur and Matthew were dressed in simple T-shirts and jeans, their blond hair sticking up like always, but Alf had gone all out in a head-to-toe Superman costume (like he did every year) and a black wig.
“Come on in!” You smiled, opening the door wider. Matthew mumbled a quiet thank you and
Artie gave you a polite smile. Alf ran in and did a fist pump before sticking his fist into one of your bowls of candy.
“This Halloween is gonna be totally righteous, dudes!!” Alf shouted through a mouthful of candy.
“Alfred!” his older brother yelled. “Put the bloody candy down, that’s for tonight!” While Alf and Artie were bickering, Matthew snuck past them and pulled out a tootsie roll from the bowl, unnoticed by everyone as he fed it to his polar bear Kumajiro.
“You guys!” You hollered, trying to get Alf’s and Artie’s attention, “Shut up! You aren’t supposed to be screaming until the zombies in the haunted house start chasing you!” You laughed, remembering the year Alf had tried to feed Artie to one of the zombies as a token of friendship.
Alf laughed heroically. “I’m not the one who’s gonna be screaming! That British chicken over there is the one who screams like a girl.”
“I do not!!”
You just laughed at them; they had this argument a lot but it tended to be funnier when Alf was wearing tights and a cape. Just then the doorbell rang again, and you went to answer it. This time it was Gilbert, Ludwig, and Feliciano, all of which were dressed casually as well.
“Hallo, _______.” Ludwig greeted you, his short blonde hair slicked back. Gilbert grinned devilishly at you, then ran in and grabbed a fistful of candy, which got him a glare from Artie. Feli just straight out hugged you, laughing like a little kid.
“I’m so-a excited!” The Italian squeaked, letting go and clapping his hands. “This is gonna be-a so much fun, si?”
“Yeah, totally!” You grinned, smacking Gilbert’s hand as he reached for another fistful of sweets.
“Hey! Vat vas dat for?” He rubbed his hand, putting a very obviously fake look of hurt on his face.
“That’s for tonight! You have to earn your sweets here!” You scolded him, grinning. Gilbert returned the grin, laughing.
“Yeah!” Alf gave Gil a friendly punch to the shoulder. “You gotta get her to jump into your arms before she lets you eat candy!”
“What?” You blushed. “I’m not jumping into anyone’s arms!”
Gilbert jumped onto one of the chairs, grinning wickedly. “I’ve got un idea!” He declared.
“The first one to get _______ to jump into their arms from fright vins this bowl of candy all for themselves!” He pointed to one of the three bowls on the table, which was full of sweets.
“What?” You exclaimed again. I did not agree to this!!
“Hell yeah!” Alf did another fist pump, totally into this idea. Looking over to you, he gave you a thumbs up, “Don’t worry, _______! I’ll protect you from the scary zombies!”
“This does sound interesting…” Artie thought out loud, looking up at the ceiling. Not Artie too!
“Ja, it does.” Ludwig admitted, his face as serious as ever.
“Si! I’m-a going to win all the candy!” Feli laughed, determined to win the sweets.
You groaned, putting your face into your hands. You expected this from Alfred and Gilbert, and Feliciano would do anything for food, but you couldn’t believe Arthur and Ludwig had been swept up in this nonsense too!
“U-uh…” Matthew stammered. Everyone turned around in surprise, having forgotten he was even there. “D-don’t you think we should ask _______ if she even wants t-to do this?” You mouthed a silent thank you to him, and he gave you a little smile before feeding Kumajiro another tootsie roll, blushing.
“Of course she doesn’t mind!” Gil was still standing on the chair. “Who vouldn’t vant to jump into my awesome arms?”
“Me.” Ludwig grunted, which made everyone laugh. He blushed a little; Ludwig did not mean that as a joke but didn’t want to say it out loud.
“Fine!” You raised your hands in mock defeat. “I’ll play this dumb game. Can we just go now?”
Alf, Gil, and Feli cheered, then you and your 6 best friends walked down the street to the haunted house.
“This is soo creepy…” Alfred muttered, his eyes wide.
“Pfft.. Don’t be such a baby girl man boy,” Gil scoffed, but he was already sweating a little. Feliciano was holding Ludwig’s hand (much to the German’s embarresment) and whimpering a little. Artie and Matthew also seemed to be scared, but decided not to say anything.
You suppressed a laugh. Haunted houses didn’t really scare you; you thought it was funny whenever something jumped out and made everyone but you and Ludwig scream.
Once, a mummy grabbed Alfred by the shoulder, and Alf screamed like a little girl and jumped into your arms. Gil was laughing, but it was not as effective considering he was hiding behind Ludwig.
“My hero,” you said sarcastically, dropping Alf on the floor. That made Gil laugh even harder, straightening up. Blushing, so did Alf.
You proceeded through the haunted house with your group of friends, experiencing one scary monster after another. At one point, you were almost kicked out when Ludwig threatened to beat up a zombie for making Feliciano cry, but everyone managed to calm him down.
Later you lost Matthew, and when everyone backtracked you found him cornered by a couple of cackling witches, hugging Kumajiro and crying quietly. This time Artie came to the rescue, giving each of the girls an earful for cornering his younger brother.
The entire night, you didn’t jump into anyone’s arms, much to Gilbert’s distaste. You went
through the whole house without even screaming, and on your way home Gil was sulking about it.
“Cheer up, Gil!” You laughed, messing up his white hair.
“Vhatever…” He growled, looking away. “It’s not my fault my awesome made you so brave.”
“Is that what you call it?” Alf grinned. “I totally saw you hiding behind Ludwig!”
“You’re one to talk…” Ludwig said, snickering.
“Oh, _______!” Arthur imitated Alf’s American accent. “Save me from the scary monsters!”
You laughed so hard you almost fell over, and when you saw Alf’s face you only laughed harder. Soon everyone was laughing while Alf chased Artie down the street, swearing at him. Artie, who was still talking in a bad American accent, ran through the street shouting for you to help him. That was it. You were laughing so hard that you had to sit down, clutching your stomach and gasping for breath.
After you had gotten Arthur an ice pack for the slowly forming black eye his brother had given him, you brought the bowls of candy into the living room and popped in the first movie. Grabbing a handful of candy, you sat down between Gil and Alf and snuggled into your blanket. It was the original Dracula, one of your favorites when it came to old movies. Halfway through the movie, Gilbert leaned over to you.
“Hey, _______,” he whispered into your ear. “Who von the game?”
“No one won. Now shut up.” You whispered back, very much into the movie.
“That’s not fair!” Alf whispered, listening into your conversation. “There has to be a
“Would you two be quiet?” You hissed.
“Hey, Alf.” Gil whispered loudly. “I think the vinner should be whoever gets _______ to sit in their lap.”
“I am not going to deal with this nonsense.” You grumbled, standing up before one of them attempted to drag you on top of them. However, your foot caught on you blanket and you fell backwards with a yelp.
A quiet “umph!” came out of whatever you fell on. Looking behind you, you realized you had landed right on top of Matthew, who was turning bright red.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” you exclaimed, standing up.
Before he could say anything, America had scootched over and was yelling over the movie.
“Dude! That means you won! Can I have your candy?”
“No vay!” Gilbert scootched back also. “You should totally share with me, I am vay more awesome!”
“C-can’t I share with everyone?” Matthew stammered, shrinking away from the two boys.
“Doesn’t zat kind of defeat the purpose of ze contest?” Ludwig asked.
“Quite…” Arthur said distantly; he had yet to take his eyes off the movie and was only
half listening to the conversation.
“Pero, isn’t sharing caring?” Feliciano asked in between handfuls of chocolate.
Sighing, you took Matthew’s hand and dragged him into the kitchen, making sure Gilbert and Alfred left him alone. Matthew was so red he could have passé for a tomato.
“Listen, _______,” Matthew said quietly. “I don’t really want the candy. You should give it to My brother or something…”
“No way!” you replied, handing your friend the prize bowl to your friend. “He didn’t win this stupid game. Consider it a thank you for sticking up for me earlier. Besides, I did kinda squish you back there…”
Matthew turned even redder (if that’s possible) “Th-thank you…” He took the bowl, pouring the candy into a small bag he took out of his pocket.
“Umm… Why do you have a bag in your pocket?”
“If you lived with Alfred, you would be prepared for everything, too.”
You laughed, and he gave a small chuckle. Then you went back to finish the movie with the rest of the group, giving a good “Don’t you dare bother him” glare to Gil and Alf.
Well, you thought to yourself, settling between Matthew and Arthur as to avoid any more movie chatter, This was definitely an interesting Halloween!