Welcome to a new series of mine! I based this off of a theme of "Have you ever wondered?" questions, so each chapter is a different question that a certain American nation will be asking. Some topics will be serious, some will be funny, it all depends on the question! I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters, all rights to Hidakez Himaruya.
"Remind me again what you're doing here?"
England looked down disdainfully at the large figure of America, who was currently cowering underneath the blankets of England's bed. The hotel room was dark, but the bright lights of the busy city outside shone through the thin drawn curtains, and with this light England could clearly see America's wide, terrified eyes sticking out from underneath the blankets, staring right at him. The idiot had forgotten his glasses, no doubt due to the speed at which he fled from his own hotel room, all the while screaming all the way down the halls.
"Please, England, can I just sleep with you tonight?" America pleaded with his signature pair of shockingly sky blue puppy dog eyes.
"No," England snapped quickly with a stern glare, "grow up you idiot!"
America never once took his eyes off England and he pouted, "But I won't be able to fall asleep by myself tonight!"
England sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation, "You shouldn't be watching stupid horror movies the night before an important meeting anyways."
"But Japan gave it to me and he told me it was really scary, so I had to watch it!" America objected childishly.
"If you know you'll get scared why the bloody hell do you watch it?" England retorted back.
"I'm not scared!" America tried to deny, but England just quirked an exceptionally bushy eyebrow at him.
"If you aren't scared," England reasoned smugly, "get out of my room."
"Noooooo," America whined and hid himself deeper under the blankets.
America refused to get off the bed no matter how many times or how many different tactics England tried. Eventually England gave up and just collapsed onto the bed next to America.
"Fine, git," England hissed, "you can stay."
America immediately appeared from under the blankets with a joyful look on his face, eyes sparkling in triumph.
"But only tonight," England added sternly, glaring at America.
America nodded obediently and immediately stretched out into a more comfortable position under the blankets. England tried to ignore the quivering coward next to him as he lay in bed too. Soon, he felt his eyelids start to droop, and he couldn't wait to get a good night of sleep before the big World Meeting tomorrow. Just as he was on the verge of drifting off, however, he felt America roll over next to him.
"Hey, England," America prodded England's face with one finger in order to get the Brit's attention.
England tried to ignore him.
"England," America poked England's cheek persistently.
"Fuck off, America," England growled while still keeping his eyes closed.
"Englandddddd," America was acting more and more childish by the second, and England's brow twitched in irritation.
England, realizing that trying to ignore America would be a fruitless pursuit and would probably just result in the loss of even more sleep, reluctantly opened one eye to shoot a hostile glare at America.
"What?" England demanded venomously.
America ignored England's blatant demonstration of frustration and rolled onto his side to stare at England directly. His gaze seemed determined and oddly serious, a countenance very rare to find on the American's face. England grew concerned and was just about to ask if something was wrong when America finally opened his mouth to speak.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a ghost?"
Emerald green eyes met sky blue ones and a deep silence settled in the hotel room. America blinked innocently while England just continued to stare blankly. Then, without warning, England whacked America on the back of the head and swore loudly.
"Fucking hell!"
America flinched and rubbed the back of his head with a hurt expression. England rolled over to try and ignore the idiot, but America wasn't going to shut up without a fight.
"Come on, England," America nudged the Brit again, "what do you think it's like?"
"Why don't you go find out?" England growled under his breath.
America titled his head to one side in confusion, "But I'm not a ghost!"
"Really? I can help you with that if you want," England muttered and tried to refrain from strangling America.
America ignored England's hostile comment and sighed loudly. England wasn't quite sure what time it was, but it was far too late at night for him to be awake talking with an idiot about how ghosts feel. He actually wanted to be productive at a World Meeting unlike everyone else.
"Just think about it, dude," America mused in a quiet voice, "being not really dead and not really alive. And tons of people don't even think you exist... It sounds like it would get lonely."
England wasn't quite sure what to make of such a serious emotional matter coming from such a ridiculous question. It was almost endearing in a way, if it wasn't for the fact that America had essentially commandeered England's bed and was keeping him awake at night. Despite himself, though, he found that he was nonetheless compelled to speak. It was rare to find America so contemplative.
"Don't you think other ghosts would keep you company?" England pointed out reasonably.
America considered this for a moment before replying, "Yeah but what if you can't find any? Creepy haunted mansions usually only have one ghost, and ghosts don't really go out on Friday nights do they? Maybe they do?"
"Who says they don't? They can do whatever they bloody please," England retorted stubbornly.
"But what if they're cursed? Like they can't leave the house?" America reasoned in response.
"Look, if I was a ghost I'd be damned if I let some curse stop me from doing as I please," England objected.
America snickered and gave England an amused look.
"What?" England noticed and glared at America, who just continued to laugh to himself.
"Nothing," America waved a hand dismissively.
England was about to argue with America, but his train of thought was interrupted when America just sighed and rolled onto his side.
"I guess it wouldn't be so bad," America mumbled, "you're never really alone, are you? Not really... There'll always be someone, or something..."
With that, America stopped talking. Judging by the slowness of his breath, England was shocked to find America had fallen asleep, leaving England to reflect over what the young nation had said. It wasn't until quite some time later that England finally dozed off himself, lulled to sleep by the steady sound of America's breathing as it reminded him that no, he was not alone after all.
What an odd question to ask... Anyways, I already have a couple other chapters written up in advance, seeing as how I'm rather slow to write these stories, so I shall update soon!