Asa and I got bored again and now we're writing this cross-over. We have each taken one of the characters and are writing all of the chapters through their point of view. It's recommended for full enjoyment that you read both of our stories, one right after the other. It does not matter who's story you start with. Her pen name is invisible0one and her story is named "The Odd One." I hope you enjoy!


Amity Park; the most haunted place in the world. At least, that's what America claimed. Belarus wanted to find out for herself if this town deserved such a title. Her family was joining her on that trip to… to… that damn state with all the ghost problems. She could never remember the name of America's states. They all had stupid names like West Cousin and Pen Sylvia anyways. Ukraine had been happy to join her as she saw it as an opportunity for some family bonding. Big brother Russia had tried skipping it, but when their big sister Ukraine started crying he changed his mind. Belarus had made hotel reservations for three weeks; plenty of time for her to prove to America that his haunted city was nothing special.

She had to sit on a crowded plane for hours before they arrived, and Ukraine wouldn't let her sit next to Russia. They were then stopped when they were leaving the airport. Apparently security felt the need to check her brother. After almost an hour of Ukraine's tears and the guards poking and prodding her Russia, they finally were allowed to leave. When they reached the hotel they were all ready for naps, but fate took it upon herself to deliver their daily dose of misery. There was a mess up with their room assignment and it took another hour to solve that. Fate's an ugly bitch, Belarus decided. At least she had her package to look forward to. It was going to be delivered soon. A wonderful package full of certain… pictures of Russia.

Ten minutes later, Belarus's brother and sister had fallen asleep on their beds. They were exhausted from the trip, but Belarus couldn't sleep. She was too excited for when the package of her pictures would arrive. Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. She energetically rushed to the door, trying to be as silent as possible so she wouldn't wake her siblings. She opened the thin hotel room door and saw a package on the ground. She bent over, going to pick it up when she heard a voice.

"Beware! For I am the Box Ghost!"

What the hell was this… thing? A ghost obviously, but a Box Ghost?

"Tremble before me as you are attacked by your own box!"

America's ghosts… She really, really felt bad about them. Not a one of them seemed to be anything useful.

"Touch the box and I swear to god there will be no pieces of your ugly ass body to find tomorrow morning."
She hoped a light threat would do, she wasn't in the mood to get ectoplasm on her dress if she had to fight the dumb thing.

"You have no power over me, mortal! For I am the Box Ghost!"

She was getting pissed now. She really didn't want to have to deal with this pathetic mass of what passes for a ghost in America.

"Если вы ебать с этой коробке, я буду травмировать вас так отвратительно, что даже шлюха, которая родила вы не узнаете мы и вы!"

The self-proclaimed Box Ghost showed confusion on his face at that. As a fan of the occult, she knew that ghosts always have the power of languages. Did that mean that this… thing wasn't a real ghost? Her thoughts were interrupted due to the box in front of her lifting up. The dumb-ass was trying to steal her pictures! She would not tolerate that. She would not tolerate that ever.

Her hands reached for her knife. It was a special one, one that her big brother had given to her. When he found out that his little sister liked to search for ghosts, he had had a knife forged for her. General Winter, Russia's tormenter and savior, had helped him with it. It was supposedly able to cut through even a ghost. Supposedly. She hadn't tested its ghost fighting out yet, but she was dying to.

"Будь ты проклят, говнюк! Вы будете сожалеть об этом." She spat at the ghost.

Holding the knife in her hand, Belarus readied it for throwing. Just as the blade was about to leave her hand, she heard a something.

"Okay, that's enough." Said a male's voice. It had an American accent, but didn't seem to be America. A flash of blue light and the old ghost was gone. In his place was a new one.

The ghost was a boy with white hair and green eyes. He appeared to be younger than her by a few years, but that didn't make him any less of a target for her. She still wanted to try out her knife…

"Take the box, and you will die."
Less than her usual threats, but it still produced the effect she wanted. The ghost boy looked worried.

"I'm not taking the box; I'm just here to get of the idiot you dealt with earlier."

She decided not to lower her knife. She would not miss a chance to stab him if he did anything deserving it. Or close to deserving it at least.

"Кто вы? Who are you? If you lie, I will use this. It will not be pretty when I do." She asked.

"The good guy, for starters."

She rolled her eyes internally at that comment. She was already disliking this boy.
"Funny, my family isn't known for getting along with the good guys. Your name?"

"Danny...Danny Phantom."

Danny Phantom? It sounded pretty lame to her, but at least he didn't go by "Box Ghost."
"And why the fuck did you get rid of the… Box Ghost?" She asked, and then muttered, "Глупо имя для глупых призрак. Почему это жалкая сука получила вторую жизнь я никогда не узнаю."

"You're not trying to insult me, are you?"

Damn it. There went her theory of American ghosts not speaking in tongues. She was disliking this Phantom kid more and more.
"Answer the question!" She waved the knife threateningly.

"Because it's my job to get rid of that idiot and the rest of the ghosts that run around here. Duh."

She really did roll her eyes at this point. He was starting to sound like America.
"Hero? No wonder you're dead so young."

The Phantom boy muttered something to the ground and replied to her.
"I wasn't a hero until I became a ghost."

She figured this boy was no threat, and put away her knife. The little boy ghost could still try to attack her, but she could have her knife out of her dress and in his belly before he even attempted it. She opened her mouth to ask another question when the door behind her opened.

"Bela, what's with all the commotion?" her handsome Russian brother asked sleepily.

Damn it. The ghost boy had woken up her Russia. That meant she couldn't watch him sleep later. Big brother was so cute when he slept. It also meant she couldn't actually attack the ghost. Brother wouldn't approve of that.

She put on her very best smile and turned to face her brother.
"It's nothing, big brother Russia. The ghost boy was just leaving now."

Belarus then stared back at ghost boy. One hand reaching for the knife in her dress, she fixed him with a glare that had made France cry once. She cherished the memory.
"You were leaving, right?"

"Uh...yeah. Good to meet you, Bela." The young ghost boy flew off, leaving her alone with her brother.

"Держитесь подальше от старшего брата, призрак." She muttered under her breath.

"Что Вы говорите о Беларуси?" Her tall brother asked.

"It's nothing Russia." She replied

"Did you make new friends Bela? That's so sweet!" Russia enthusiastically said.

She nodded in agreement. It made brother happy, so she couldn't exactly tell him the truth. She wasn't going to let her love be unhappy.
"Da. Let's go inside now. It's cold out here."


Well Box Ghost, you certainly know how to tick people off. Least we didn't let Bela kill you again though.

TRANSLATIONS:

"Если вы ебать с этой коробке, я буду травмировать вас так отвратительно, что даже шлюха, которая родила вы не узнаете мы и вы!"- "If you fuck with that box, I'll injure you so gruesomely that even the whore who gave birth to you will not recognize you!"

Будь ты проклят, говнюк! Вы будете сожалеть об этом-Fuck you, asshole! You will regret this.

Кто вы?- Who are you?

Глупо имя для глупых призрак. Почему это жалкая сука получила вторую жизнь я никогда не узнаю.-It is stupid name for a stupid ghost. Why this pathetic bitch got a second life, I'll never know.

Держитесь подальше от старшего брата, призрак.- Stay away from big brother, ghost.

Что Вы говорите о Беларуси?- What are you talking about Belarus?

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