Sup? I'm Isadora~ This is my second fic~ And it's ChuCan as I call it~ (China x Canada ) Oh I just love crack pairings~ I hope you enjoy the first chapter~

I do not own Hetalia.

Edit:
I've fixed some grammar mistakes and typos. Also I changed a small part of the story. It's not anything important though.

In a garden, owned by a Chinese man, there was a ghost. A ghost who loved the garden. This garden surrounded by flowers in red,pink,blue and white. His name was Matthew Williams.

He had blond hair and a weird curl that made one weird loop. His eyes had been blue but because he was dead, his eyes were now coloured in sad grey. He always had the same clothes that he had when he died. It was the same with the other ghosts. A red cardigan with a maple leaf in white, over a white skirt and a pair of brown trousers. And his favourite sneakers.

He had never really been a man that people noticed. Not even the seeing, the people who could see ghosts, saw him sometimes.

He often were in the garden. Sometimes because of the flowers, but most of the time, it was because of the Chinese man, named Yao Wang.

Matthew liked Yao. Maybe more than he realized.

Just this beautiful evening Matthew was sitting on a white painted bench next to the daisy. Or Chú jú as Yao used to call it. The flowers were Matthews favourite.

"Yao.. You know that Kiku doesn't like you", a man said. The man walked through the door to the garden, followed by Yao. Matthews felt like his heart had started beating again, as always.

"I know aru.." Yao sighed.

The two men walked out in the garden.

"Yao?" The other man looked at Matthew. Matthew started panicking. A seeing!

"Have you ever thought about having the ghost cleaners to take a look here?"

"Huh? No never. I don't want them to come here and run around in my garden, aru!" The chinese man looked around. "Do you see one?" he asked. Matthew crawled up in the bench and pushed his knees up to his chin. He looked a little like a trembling little ball.

"Yeah... Clearly..", the other man said and nodded.

"Where?" Yao asked. The other man pointed at Matthew.

"At the bench next to the Chú jú, aru?" Yao asked.

"Yeah...", the other man said.

Yao walked up to Matthew. Matthew stared at him with big eyes. He stretched his arm out and touched Matthew's chest. Matthew gasped. The fingers slowly went through Matthews chest. He should fell how the fingertips touched his heart that didn't pound anymore.

He panicked. What to do?

He let out a little scream and flew away. Up to the sky. After that he just flew away in a random direction, which happened to be the way to his old apartment.

Yao still held out his hand.

"It's weird. Why are people here so afraid of ghosts aru? It hasn't done anything evil to me yet! " he said.

"He's not even there any longer...", the other man said.

"He's not, Li Xiao?" Yao quickly moved his hand back.

"No.. He flew away when you started touching his heart..", Li Xiao said.

"Oh..."

Matthew flew as fast as he could. And the apartment building approached. He soon noticed the apartment. Suddenly he stopped. His brother, Alfred F. Jones, walked into the old apartment. Matthew was shocked. His brother still lived there?

He flew closer to take a look at what he was doing. His brother sighed and walked into Matthew's room. Matthew followed him, knowing that his brother couldn't see him.

The room looked exactly as Matthew left it before the accident. The car crash. His bed was made thoroughly and his dirty clothes lied folded on the bed. The only thing that was moved was his stuffed polar bear. Kuma... Kuma... Kumajirou... Yes, that was his name.

The bear sat on the floor, slightly tilting to the left. Alfred sat down in front of it, slightly sobbing. Suddenly he hugged Kumajirou tight. Matthew stared at him with wide open eyes.

Then he landed on the ground and walked up and tried to hug his brother, witch was very hard because his arms just went through his brothers body.

"... Idiot...", he said and sighed slightly. His brother winced.

"W-who said that?" Matthew jumped back.

"Y-you hear me?" he asked.

"A-a ghost!" His brother screamed.

"Clam down will you, eh?" His brother let out a little scream, still holding the bear tight.

"M-m-m-m-matthew?" The boy was terrified. Matthew looked at him. Alfred couldn't see him, but he could hear him. Matthew had no idea why.

"A-alfred.." The name was filled with worrying.

"Is that you M-matthew? I-I'm dreaming r-right?" Matthew panicked.

"E-eh? N-no, I d-don't think so..." he stuttered. Alfred looked around with a scared face.

"B-but I can't see you...", he said.

"... I know..." Matthew sighed. His brother looked around again, a little claimer now.

"Where are you? " The wind blew outside the window.

"I'm right here", Matthew said. Alfred looked at the spot the sound came from. "T-there?" he asked and pointed at Matthew. Matthew nodded but realized that Alfred didn't see that.

"Q-qui..", he said instead. Alfred blinked and retched out to touch Matthew. The hand didn't go through Matthew's body. It was touching Matthew's chest with light fingers. Matthew felt how the hand began to suck him in.

"W-what's happening?" he asked, but Alfred didn't answer in time. Suddenly the two brothers were sharing Alfred's body.

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