This is a requested fan fiction from: Holyshitit'sOozing
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia!
My name is Alfred F. Jones and I'm afraid of ghost. I'm telling you the truth! Them people say being a cowboy is about bravery and justice. But I've never told anyone and I ain't ever going to tell anyone else but you. I wondered some about what it would be like if I were to be scared of something that was behind me but wasn't there. One morning I woke up right early holding a lanter so I could see were I was going. "Don't be scared Alfred." I heard a thick british accent that was just behind me. Please, oh please.By the time I ran to my room, there was a figure laying on my bed. I could tell he was a ghost because he was transperent. A boy about my age . with white skin and bushy eyebrows you couldn't help to stare at. Anybody could tell this guy was a ghost from e few centuries ago by the way he dressed. He wore a crimson red coat with real golden buttons. he had long black leather boots that clung to his skin. His sandy blond hair was partly covered by his hat that had appendeges on the side. A slight pair of emerald eyes caught mine. A bit of excitment tickled the back of my neck. As long as I was concerned, I felt myself wanting to kiss the man. I ain't never kissed a man before, but strangely I really felt the urge to walk over to him. It was the magic in his eyes. Them shimering green eyes just paralyzed me. I was under his spell for the time being. I couldn't move or feel my legs. I saw him get up and walk over to were I was standing. He leaned to my face to where we were about a good inch away. "Don't keep me long sir Jones." He then dissapeared. I didn't see that man again 'till this very day.
Like I said, my name is Alfred Jones, and I'm scared of ghosts. There have not been a single 'brave' Jones walking the town of Copper Creak besides one of my other family members in the 1800's. The last time there was some of my ancestors here was in 1848. In the graveyard, Amelia Jones lies in the very center. She was one of the members of the Seneca Falls convention. She also helped Lucretia Mott and William Lloyd Garrison at the World's anti-slavery convention in London, England. She was an admirable soul. She looked just like me, despite my older brother Matthew Williams. He was 19 and he lived in canada. He was very timid and...well, peaceful. His country never was in any wars except in 1812. Although his appearance is similar to mine, we have plenty of differences. When we were little, I would 'accidentally' wake him up because I heard taps on the window next to my bed. He told me to lay in bed and forget about it. He could be such an ass at times. But at least we share a sort of phobia.
Now, 'bout that silhouette I saw. Ain't that something? Well, you didn't see it has been eating me since I last saw it. I've reckoned on going back there, but I don't got the guts to go back. That's when it hit me. I was starring at the window where the figure was, and he was starring right back at me with them green eyes of his. I couldn't tear away that connection. His eyes were just mesmerizing. "Alfred! Can you help me?" I heard a child's voice come from behind me. I brought myself back to reality and turned around to see a little girl wearing a pink flower printed dress and wore a pink bandana around her wavy brown hair."Alfred can you help me with my homework?" She looked at me with her light brown eyes. "Of course I can Suzie."
After an hour of child's play, I decided to stay in the room of Mr. bushy brows. (that's my name for him until I know his real name) All day I prepared for tonight. I went walking in a room of wax dolls(they scare the crap outta me!) and I went through a big corn field. I couldn't see a damned thing. I had only spent a couple of hours walking around town when I took a glance at the Inn where I saw the man. He was sitting in a rocking chair, still looking at me. Throughout the day I would take a gander at the window to see if he was there. He would manifest himself to stare at me, and then he would disappear. I wondered some about him. When I would look his way, he had them sad eyes that you would see on them dogs at the animal shelter. It was like they held a sad past behind them. When it was about time to head on to the Inn, I slapped myself a couple a time's to shake the worry off me. Some of the towns people looked at me weird. As I knocked about the lodge I could hear him calling my name. "Alfred...Alfred..." They were silent whispers. His husky british accent rung in me ears. I could feel his presence around my body, stirring me too the room he was in. Thereafter a sparse amount of footsteps, light pushes and small moans were heard, I opened the door. No one was there. " Hello? Are you in here?" I asked. "Um, if you are, Howdy!" I felt hands on my shoulders. Turning around to see nothing behind me, I picked up my bags and took out a violin that I had kept for ages.
"I came to see you again. I saw you in here looking out the window, you looked kinda lonely." I lifted the violin to my chin."I did some research on you. I heard that you like classical music. The towns people say your rude and have a foul mouth, but...I want to know the truth." I took the bow with my left hand and played a soft tune that my Mama used to sing to me.
Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods ? I need a hero, I'm holding out for at hero 'till the end of the night
Where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds ?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed ?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero 'till the morning light
He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon
Somewhere after midnight, in my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet-
I heard a soft voice sing along to the melody. I immediately stopped playin' my instrument and looked in the direction were I heard the serenading english voice. It came from the bed. Was he sitting on the bed? I set the instrument down and walked over to the bed. 'I have waited...a thousand years for you...' The voice rand in my ears. 'So long...' I felt fingers brush against my face and into my hair. The barrier around him was a bit overwhelming, but it had a pinch o' longing. 'Will you come with me...Alfred?' I felt my face heat up as I felt a hand gently brush my thigh. I could faintly see his red uniform manifest next to me. 'Come with me...my long lost lover.' I sprang up and almost fell over myself. With eyes wide and confusion going wild i my brain I said," M-me? You think I'm your lover?" The aura around him grew in sadness.'Are you not the Alfred Jones of the new world?' His face tilted to the right. 'For I am the Arthur Kirkland of Britannia.' His emerald eyes were more vivid as time passed by. 'Why I am the greatest pirate that has ever rolled the seven seas. I met you when I set the first anchor on the new world. You were unconcious and you kept mumbling about ships and pirates. Why, you were the handsomest man I had ever laid eyes on.' By god, that was the most I have ever heard this man speak. " Well I don't reckon I am the same 'Alfred' from a few centuries ago. I'm sorry but you've got the wrong guy. But of course I'd like to get to know you." I stood up and gestured a friendly hand to the former soul. "Let's say you and meet up here again tommorow? Sounds good, no?" I gave him a goofy smile and he gave me his.
'It's sounds good. I can't wait.'
ARGH! I'M so sorry for the wait! I had school and then there was easter. This story wil be two chapters long! I know there wasnt much usxuk but ther will be int he next chapter!
See you soon!