Chapter 1: Arrival

Alfred drove up the long, gravel driveway in his Mercedes Benz, tilting his rear view mirror as he accustomed the car to it's new parking space. The sun was bright in Louisiana, as Alfred new it nearly always was. Although his country got an awful lot of hurricanes, the rest of the time he could always play soccer on the beach with some of his friends.

The house stood high above the nearest town; it was on a small hilltop, and the building was a five minute walk away from any neighbouring homes. The beautiful village was how any American dreamed it would be, full of houses smaller than their own, and with people living there who knew all the other people living there, and would most likely give Alfred gifts to congratulate him on moving, like his brother Matthew had when he first told him he was actually getting a house of his own. Although, Matthew proceeded to laugh, and told Alfred how he'd never survive without him to keep him alive.

Why Matthew thought he couldn't take care of himself was a mystery to Alfred, as he'd always done everything by himself! Apart from maybe he still couldn't wash his own hair, or that he was a Hopeless Cook. Either way, Alfred was really pleased with the purchase he'd made with the giant mansion he saw before him. It was breathtakingly cheap, considering the size of the thing, it practically stretched up to the sky!

The delivery van wasn't far behind Alfred's Mercedes, and quickly parked itself beside it. As soon as it did, the men driving the truck helped unpack Alfred's belongings from the back of the van. All of his stuff was inside there, apart from the more important things like his old photographs of his deceased mother, and his childhood, and his Nintendo Wii.

Alfred F. Jones took the first steps inside his new home. There was a smell of lavender in the musty air in the hallway, but Alfred presumed that was because some of the furniture of the previous owner, including a scented candle that still hadn't burned out yet, had been left there. Some of the things that the house contained Alfred didn't want to get rid of, simply because they made the place feel more homely as he discovered more and more rooms. They were only small decorations, but both Alfred and the delivery men agreed that the sofas with the appalling flowery design absolutely had to go.

As he explored the building, he found awesome cubby holes, that he could hide personal stuff in, and more evidence that the person who lived here previously had no taste. In anything. When he'd went in the kitchen, he found a half-drunk cup of…tea? Lying on the desktop. He thought it was odd, but half the stuff in the house looked used… Even still, he continued to the next floor, and the next floor, and the next floor… and then he found himself unable to go any further. There was a chill. As he went up the staircase to find the attic, he was stopped by an awful chill that acted like a wall of ice that made him uneasy.

Alfred was scared of ghosts. He knew he should make a run for it immediately, but thought about his situation before doing so. There was a disturbance in this area of his house. There was an attic, those are nearly always the target market in ghost homes! Alfred thought to himself. And what if his house was haunted? If the ghost was only living in his attic, then if he just lived in the rest of it, it shouldn't bother the thing that much. There was his easy answer. Taking his hand away, that had been slowly edging towards the handle of the door, he began to make his way back to the third floor. He heard a groan, and sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him, to the ground floor, screaming like a girl.

"Bloody git…" an incredibly British voice said. It was from the attic, and it wasn't anyone helping Alfred with his packing, and wasn't supposed to be there at all, but all the person or thing making the noise was thinking was how that idiot of a man had disturbed his sleep with his infernal screaming.

Back downstairs, Alfred entertained himself by playing Mario Kart with one of the younger men from the delivery company; his name was Kenny, and he was pretty damn good! Alfred thought it was probably because he drove a car for a living, as Kenny's Yoshi kept beating him when he was playing Wario. Most of the guys there were taking a break and drinking coffee, deep in conversation about their customer who had enough money to buy this place. But it was something one of the older men said that caught his attention. That the previous owner still lived here.

Alfred let another guy take over his game, and walked over to the large man who was talking.

"Can I help?" the man said in a gruff voice, which (if he was quite honest, and always tried to be) scared Alfred a little.

"You said that the guy still… lived here?" his voice was shaking ever so slightly, and didn't go unnoticed by the other guy.

"Oh yeah, one of my boys said they heard some funny noises coming from upstairs," the truck driver said with a grin, "Says he thinks there might be ghosts in your house…"

"Well I'll be…" he stifled a laugh, "I'll have to get my brother, Mattie, in on that! He's a specialist in the supernatural!" Alfred was a little embarrassed. He knew he'd made himself look wimpy in front these guys, and although Alfred didn't know them at all, it still made him nervous. But it was true, he was terrified of the un-dead, and his twin taught a class on the studies of ghosts and other scary things, like how people who were thought to be vampires were buried, and how zombies might actually be real. Him and Matthew both knew they were polar opposites, how Alfred was really a loud-mouth when he wasn't panicking about what may or may not be hiding in his closet, whereas Matthew would speak his mind, quietly, sometimes through things like poetry or song, which Alfred thought was a waste of time.

He thought to himself he would actually have to get his brother over to his new home, seeing as Alfred himself had heard noises too, and was toying with the idea of moving somewhere different. The thought ended when the crew said they should get a move on if he wanted his bed ready to sleep in that night.

The unpacking ended at about 8:30PM that evening, and the men left with their vans as Alfred settled down into his new home. It was 3 hours later before he decided to go to bed, he had a certain routine which involved walking the length of the entire 3rd floor while brushing his teeth. As he carried out this ritual, he bumped into a blonde haired, green eyed gentleman of whom he'd never seen before in his life, in the middle of the hallway.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" the startled figure spoke. Alfred stared wide eyed, gaping mouth full of toothpaste that was beginning to drip out, and wondering who the hell the new comer was.

Then he realised the figure was shorter than him. But he was towering over Alfred like a giant. Because his feet weren't touching the ground.

Alfred let out a yelp, and locked himself inside his bedroom.

First chapter guys? I figured I needed to write a Hetalia fanfiction, because I'm obsessed at the minute. I need motivation to keep on with this one, because I've got an entire plan, and no time on my hands :( LOVE YOU XXXXXX