((I'm back! With another new fic!

I know, I know. I'm just full of ideas this week. Everything will be updated eventually, I promise! I'm working on it, I swear!

Anyway, so this fic follows supernatural stuff and Fem!Iceland x Hong Kong. This should be fun, non?

Hetalia isn't mine!))

This is the dumbest day of my life.

Lara Steilsson could not help but think that as she stepped into the classroom that day.

Theatre class. Yick.

It wasn't that Lara hated moviemaking or plays, but more like she hated being forced to interact with more people that were sure to hate her sooner or later. She had never had much luck with friends.

"Good morning, everyone!" The drama teacher, Mr. Vargas, almost twirled into the room. He put his lesson planner on the desk and smiled brightly. "How is everybody doing today? I hope it's good, because we have a new student today!"

The class all looked at Lara. She shrank in her seat.

"Come on up, bella," Mr. Vargas said encouragingly. "Just come up, say hi and tell us something about yourself, and that's it."

Lara sighed. She stood up and walked half-heartedly to the front of the room, facing the many curious and judging faces of her new classmates.

"M-my name is Lara Steilsson," she said, "And I...can talk to ghosts."

Silence.

The entire class burst out laughing.

Lara drew back. "It's true, I swear!" The class only laughed harder. "Stop laughing at me!"

A small piece of paper hit the side of her head. "Freak!"

Lara was frozen in place as Mr. Vargas tried to calm his class. She knew these kids wouldn't understand her, not like anybody else really did.

What Lara had said wasn't a joke. She really could see and converse with people that no longer lived. She didn't really mind—the ghosts she had met were nice enough people and they didn't really bother her on purpose, so she never wanted to really rid herself of it. The thing that frustrated her so much was that nobody understood nor wanted to understand that what she talked about was real. They either thought she was crazy or lying.

Lara sat back down in her seat, feeling jaded through the rest of the class.

H-e-t-a-l-i-a!

The day didn't get better from there.

Everyone was staring at her all day. Some people looked awed by her, others pointed and sneered at her. Lara ignored them, or at least tried to; she had gotten looks like this at her last school.

Things had come to point, however, when Lara went to lunch.

"Hey, ghost whisperer!"

Just ignore them, Lara.

"Hellooooo! I'm talking to you!"

She grit her teeth and turned around to face a white-haired boy with glinting red eyes.

"So! I hear you can talk to ghosts, huh?" he asked meanly.

"Yes," Lara replied curtly.

"I don't believe you," the boy said. "Prove it. But first, listen to this awesome little myth. You're in theatre class, right?" When she nodded, he continued, "There once was a certain theatre student that went here about ten, fifteen years ago. This kid was the stage manager for the backstage crew, and he was really awesome at it. During one of the school plays-Hamlet, I think-he was up on the top platform fixing the stagelight positions and stuff. The platform's ropes broke, he fell off-SPLAT!" Lara winced, making the boy grin. "He died right there, right then."

"And he became a ghost, right?" Lara asked, a little bit unnerved.

"Well, that's what the myth says," the boy answered. "Since you're in theatre and you can-or at least, you say you can-talk to ghosts, I challenge you to go into the school theater and talk to him."

"No!" Lara protested. "It's rude and stupid to just walk up and disturb ghosts all willy-nilly!"

"Oh yeah?" the boy asked, leaning in and glaring straight into Lara's violet eyes. "Are you chicken? Or maybe you're some unawesome liar?"

Lara flinched at that. All she wanted was for people to stop teasing her, for God's sake! Ugh. "Fine!" she yelled. "I'll go and meet this stupid ghost." She glared at him, turned on her heel and began to walk away.

"Have fun, ghost whisperer!" the boy called, laughing.

Lara huffed.

H-e-t-a-l-i-a!

"Mr. Vargas?"

Her theatre teacher turned around, eyebrows raised even though his eyes were always closed. "Hmm?"

"Uh...so the fall play is coming up soon, right? The Music Man?" she asked, trying to sound as casual as she could.

"Uh-huh," he replied. "Did you want to audition?"

"No," Lara said hastily. "I was wondering if I could assist the stage manager."

"Uh...about that…" Mr. Vargas said sheepishly. "Our stage manager moved back to Egypt, and we're trying to find someone to replace him before we set up roles."

Lara gulped.

"Buuut, you can be the new manager if you're up to it!" Mr. Vargas offered. "You'll have to say after school and work extra hard to keep the play together, like me, but it can be really fun, too!"

Lara thought about that for a minute. She didn't want to further tarnish her public image at the moment, and if there really was a ghost, she could at least have full access to him at all times. Plus, she wouldn't be in a hurry to get home-her older sister would probably have her stupid boyfriend Mathias over. Ick.

"I'll take it," she said.

"Great!" Mr. Vargas grinned. "Stop by tomorrow for all the play notes and things. First thing, OK?" He turned to walk away.

"Wait!" Lara called. "Can I go explore the theater now?"

"Of course," the teacher replied. "The doors are always open. Ciao!"

He walked off, leaving a slightly stunned Lara in the hallway.

She sighed.

H-e-t-a-l-i-a!

The theater was huge.

It was an enormous dark room with red-carpeted floors, and full rows of slightly battered red seats. The stage had wood flooring and slightly billowing black curtains, and the large white projection screen in the back.

Lara didn't know why, but she loved it.

She quietly, cautiously walked the front row, eyes scanning each corner.

She closed her eyes, listening.

Yes. There was a presence here.

"Spirit…?" she whispered. "I don't mean to intrude...I just wanted to see if you're there...can you hear me…?"

"Like, why are you here?"

She whipped around.

There he was. The famous ghost.

((*plays creepy music*

Yeah, it's just Hong Kong. It didn't take me long to figure out a good way for him to die (hey, accidents n' stuff), despite me loving his character to death. Dunno.

Anyway, this might be a rather long fic! Let's see what happens!

Review! Or Hong Kong-nii-chan will blow up your house! ^_^ (just kidding!))