Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and I never will unless the world suddenly fell off the face of the earth.

Arthur Kirkland was a 16 year old freshman student. He had a stubborn personality and was often trying black magic or burning scones in the oven.

One day, Arthur was walking in the woods for no reason whatsoever. To make a long story short, he fell and hit his face on a hard thing that looked like a rock. Was the rock his Destiny? Nope.

"Ow! Bloody hell, what did I hit my bloody head on?" Arthur asked himself.

Arthur stands up and sees that he stupidly smacked his face on an altar. The altar starts to glow pretty colors, and Arthur was very confused. Suddenly, a ghost comes out of the altar. "AHHHHHHH!" Arthur screams even higher than a fangirl and runs for his life in a random direction.

The ghost, named Matthew Williams stands there in his ghost form and looks at the screaming British teen running off towards a pond. 'What is wrong with kids these days?' the Canadian wonders.

Arthur continues to run in a random direction. He trips, again, and falls into a lake. Matthew floats up to Arthur and says "There's nothing to be afraid of. The only thing you should be afraid of is getting hypothermia in those clothes." The Briton nods and asks "Who the bloody hell are you?"

"My name is Matthew Williams, and I am a ghost who died about two hundred years ago, oh and just so you know, my idiot of a brother is trying to sneak up behind you." Matthew replies.

"SUP BRITISH DUDE?" Matthew's brother, Alfred F. Jones, screams into Arthurs ear. Arthur screams like a girl again, and jumps out of the pond. Matthew simply facepalms, and Alfred laughs like a psycho.

"Forgive Alfred, he's annoying as hell. Especially in that alter you stupidly hit your head on." Matthew says to Arthur. "Hey! I can't insult you but you can insult me?" Alfred protests. "Yup." The Canadian replies.

Arthur, who's sitting on the ground soaked, asks "Now what? Are we just going to stay here?"

Matthew, the more civilized of the twins says, "Nah, I'll get you back if you do something for us."

"Sounds easy enough. What do you want?"

"We both want to go back into that alter." The ghosts reply in unison.

"How the bloody hell do I do that?" Arthur asks impatiently.

"Ask Mattie/I dunno" Alfred/Matthew say.

'This is the weirdest day ever. And now I have a bloody bruise from that bloody alter.'

This is my first Hetalia story, it really has no plot whatsoever. I'm just making this up as I go. The next chapter should be up soon.