Hiya guys! I've been reading Hetalia fan fictions here for more than a year, and finally decided that I would contribute. I'd be greatly appreciative if you reviewed and left some feedback. You don't have to, but I'd be very thankful to you. This story, in case you didn't already know, is an America and England story. The main pairing is UKUS, but there's a hint of other things here and there. Another thing I would like to mention, is that if you have any commentary, like anything you'd like to see, I'd be more than happy to see what I can do. I won't guarantee anything, but I'm just putting that out there. Thanks again~ Now on with the show~ LIGHTS, CAMERAS, ACTION~
Chapter One
News to Me
Disturbed teenagers often had an uncanny knack for getting into trouble with the higher powers, such as parents, police officers, and so on. Some of these adolescents broke into stores to steal the merchandise or to vandalize the walls with colorful spray paint while others did drugs and alcohol. Whatever it was, all of them did it for one specific reason; the thrill of the game. The game was simple, all one had to do was not get caught. Why then, was the end result always the same? Was their original plan to get caught? Were they simply doing the things that they did for attention that they claimed they were being deprived of? Whatever the answer, there was always one individual who acted like them, but didn't fit in with the social clique.
His name was Arthur Kirkland, and he didn't like where he was at in life. He resented the United States from the moment that he moved there from his native country of England. Having lived there for the majority of his childhood, he still maintained his crisp English accent that made the ladies flock to him like he was a godsend. They often left disappointed however, because of either his ill-tempered personality or his pronounced eyebrows. His pale blond hair was dyed green to rival his eye color, and his piercings gave him a crude appearance that normally scared people away. The seventeen year old British student was rebellious and rude, and people steered clear from him as if he were the plague; all except for the obnoxious Frenchman that insisted on pestering him.
"Mon chère~," the Frenchman practically sang, trying to get Arthur's attention, interrupting the loud music that he'd been trying to enjoy.
"What do you want, frog?" The green eyed male demanded.
"'Ave you 'eard of ze ghost zat 'aunts ze amusement park nearby?" He asked, running his fingers through his long blond hair as he closely watched for Arthur's reaction. The English student just glared at his personal nuisance.
"Ghosts aren't real you bloody idiot!" He snapped, crossing his slender legs as he folded his arms over his lanky torso, glaring dangerously at the Frenchman that persisted to bother him even after he made it clear he wanted nothing to do with him.
"Oui, but I disagree~ I 'eard that ze ghost zere is breathtaking~ I also 'eard that 'e would die for some company… You need eet, mon ami… Eef not moi, zen 'ow about 'im?" He asked, sounding somewhat concerned for his friend.
"Francis, I'm not bloody interested in chasing some fairy tale ghost at some theme park in the middle of nowhere. That's bloody daft. Besides I already stated that ghosts don't bloody exist!" He snapped, huffing at his companion, walking a bit faster in hopes of slamming a door in his face. Not that he would tell Francis that.
"Well 'ave it your way, Arthur… I just wanted to tell you… And now you know. So I shall be leaving. Bonsoir, mon ami~" Francis nearly sang before he turned around and left the Brit to his own devices. He sighed deeply. He didn't hate Francis; he just really wished that he'd leave him alone so he could think. Maybe that's why he hung around so much… The other man's presence definitely was a distraction from his harsh reality…
He thought about this amusement park. What if there really was a ghost, Arthur wanted to know about it. It was apparently a guy, but that was all that Arthur knew about him… How'd he die? Was he the reason the park closed in the first place? How long had he been dead? He bit his lip as he finally made up his mind. He'd go home and see if he could find anything about this mysterious ghost that was haunting the local deserted theme park. It was a foolproof plan if not for the fact that he knew nothing about the park to begin with… Wait, he could always look it up. He was looking up the ghost anyway, so it's not like he'd be doing anything that was overly out of the way…
With an extra spring to his step, his quickly made it the rest of the way home. Cautiously, he opened the door, letting himself in and being as quiet as humanly possible. He wouldn't let his brothers know he was home. He'd simply go to his room and stay there for the remainder of the evening, or at least until it was dark enough to be able to sneak out. One didn't risk sneaking out of the house in the middle of the day; that would just be stupid. That having been said, Arthur inched his was upstairs, carefully opening his door before carefully closing it, thankful that no one seemed to be home at the moment. He smirked to himself as he sat down on his bed, pulling his laptop out from under his pillow. As he waited for the machine to boot up he quietly tapped his knee with his fingers.
"I wonder why he's stayed there… If I was a ghost I'd want to get out of this miserable place they call America and go back to England. Everything made sense there…" He muttered to himself, scowling at the wall. He'd find a way to get back home somehow… His thoughts were rudely interrupted by his laptop when the infernal device gave off its log in tune. How he hated that he couldn't seem to shut the bloody machine up… He never understood why they all had to make noises when they booted up. It was utterly ridiculous.
As he logged onto his profile, he clicked on the internet, immediately looking up local amusement parks that had shut down. One in particular caught his eye.
On July Fourth of 2004, the amusement park formally known as The Great American Adventure closed its gates for the last time due to a tragic accident on one of the roller coasters. Not much is known about the incident itself other than the fact that it stole the life of a fourteen year old boy by the name of Alfred Jones. "We'd gone to the park for his birthday," said his mother, Amelia Jones, explaining the reason for going to the park on Independence Day. "It'd been all he'd directly asked for, so of course we gave in. He'd told us all about the new ride that the park owners had just put in called 'the Soaring Eagle'. He waited in line for that ride for two hours before it was finally his turn. His father and I hadn't been feeling good, but we trusted him to stay safe…"
The coaster itself had been running smoothly previously, so it was a big surprise to everyone when it derailed. Amazingly, Alfred had been the only one to die in the park itself. However, three other visitors, Matthew Williams (Alfred's step-brother), Gilbert Beilschmidt, and Elizabeta Héderváry had also been on the rogue coaster, but died in the hospital mere hours later. The park owner was devastated and ended up selling the park, offering it to the state. It's unclear what the state plans to do with the park, but it's obvious that it might sit while they try and figure it out.
Arthur blinked his green eyes, confused for a moment. If four people died, then why was only one ghost haunting it? He scoffed. This whole thing was probably some stupid prank put together by the yanks of the area, looking for something to do with their time. Surely there were better things to do than make fun of someone that died… That just seemed cold and shallow to him. Not that he was one to talk…
"Well that's it. I'm going to this bloody amusement park to see for myself whether or not this 'Alfred' is there or not. If it's some prank it's going to be the end of those petty Americans… They'll never know what hit them in the bloody head." He stated to himself, grabbing his bookbag and stuffing everything he figured he'd probably need into it. This was going to be interesting…