So, here I am. I have updated this fic a bit. Mostly just the way Arthur says things and a few small hints at things.

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA: AXIS POWERS. Though, there would be a lot different in it if I did~

This fic may include some UsFem!Uk

Hello there! My name is Alfred F. Jones and I am a freshman in college, so I'm nineteen. I went straight to college after high school, though I wont tell you what college 'cause that wouldn't be fun! Anyways, my hobbies include playing football, or sports in general, watching T.V, playing video games, reading up or watching up on history, and surfing the internet. Yeah, reading up on history is a hobby of mine. People like to call me a history nerd, but I've liked it ever since I was little. My closest and best friend is Gilbert Beilschmidt. Don't ask me how to pronounce his last name 'cause I get it wrong every time. He's also a freshman in collage and my roommate. I like to call him Gil for short! Then again, I give nicknames to everyone possible, haha! People tend to call me crazy, oblivious, goofy, and childish, but you know what? That's just me being me. I like it like that.

So, that's me. But, actually... There is something weird about me… I don't think other can see things like I can, and if they can they've never told me. Which would be stupid for them to do! So I think they can't see them. What things? Oh… well… I'd… I don't… They scare me… And I don't like that I see them 'cause they scare the living daylights out of me. What's so great about seeing things that aren't real? Nothing! It just gives you phobia's of things that don't exist! So you can be sure I'll never watch a ghost movie in my life! So, yes, I can see things that look like ghosts, and I hate it! Since no one else can see them I figure I'm just hallucinating. But still, they scare the crap out of me…"

"Hey!" A shout came from the college lawn a few feet behind Alfred, a hand soon placing itself on his should. Alfred quickly turned to face the man that had just run up to him, letting out a laugh when he saw him.

"Gil, what are you doing here?" Alfred laughed, a messenger bag flung over his shoulder as he stood on the side walk leading up to the college staircase, "Shouldn't you be in class?"

Gilbert grunted, "Sure, but I can skip this one. Besides, its nothing interesting. Law can get boring real fast. Their should be a class called "How to be awesome 101!", now that would be interesting! You wouldn't see me missing that one. Then again, I'd be the teacher!" Gilbert let out a cocky laugh, "So, where you headed off to, history dude?"

Alfred rolled his eyes and laughed, "American History, we're going over the Revolution and my professor decided he wanted to know more about my great, great, great, great, great, great, great Grandfather," Alfred nodded at each great to make sure he got them all, "so I told him I'd come in early and share some stuff." Alfred grinned wildly.

Gilbert laughed, "You an your love of that stuff. How much do you know about your ancestor's? Do you also know what side your family members served on during the Civil War?" Alfred lifted up a finger about to make a statement before Gilbert covered his mouth, "Don't answer that. You know to much about these people. Come on, its not that awesome of a thing to research." Gilbert sighed.

Alfred jerked Gilbert's hand from his face and glared, "Well, how often do you get to meet someone with ancestors who were actually some of the original colonists of America that came over from England! You should feel pretty 'awesome' to be lucky enough to meet me! My family still has pure English blood!" Alfred smiled at this, "Besides, I think that if anything is pretty awesome. I plan to keep this blood line going for quite some time."

"And you're just weird, 'kay?" Gilbert put his hand on Alfred's shoulder and sighed again, "I'm full blooded Deutsch, German, my great Großeltern lived when Prussia was still around, my Großeltern were dragged into World War II under the Nazi's and then my parents came over to America when I was ten. Not to something to exciting to research, I don't see why your's is any better. Now! Get a move on, you history geek and show your nerdy professor those things about your great, great, great whatever the frig Opa."

Gilbert shoved Alfred slightly towards the door and Alfred turned around again to face him, "You still didn't answer the reason you were here." Alfred raised and eyebrow and stuck out his lip.

"I don't remember." Gilbert said, lifting his head up and laughing, "Oh! Wait, I'm going on that weird trip downtown to see that house that that one famous guy died in during the Revolutionary War with you, got it?"

Alfred blinked back at him a few times, "Why are you going? You don't like that stuff."

"'Cause!" Gilbert shouted, "I can! Nein, I just want to make sure you don't make a fool of yourself if anything happens. I know how you can… start hallucinating sometimes…"

Alfred's face grew bright red, somewhat resembling a humanoid tomato, "W-why d-do you have to b-bring that u-up?" He stuttered, his face slightly twisted at the thought of his 'hallucinations', "You k-know those th-things scare the sh-sh-shit out-t-t of m-me! Besides, I know their n-not r-real! They just s-scare me."

"And that's why you still freak out as much as you do and have a small conversation with these things?"

Alfred bit his lip, "Not. My. Fault. You've never seen th-them."

Gilbert let out another laugh, "O~kay!" He said turning around and waving his hand showing he was about to leave, "I'm still coming!"

Alfred stood on the sidewalk for another minute as he watched Gilbert leave, pouting as he went over the conversation in his head. It wasn't his fault he saw these things, these ghosts, it was just something that had been there ever since he could remember, and only a few people ever knew about them, Gilbert being one of them. He always tried his best not to freak out in front of people, but that seemed to be impossible most of the time. Stupid phobia that messed everything up. It would be fine if he wasn't so darn scared of ghosts!

At that he was about to turn to walk into the building, but something caught his attention at the corner of his eye. He quickly turned to look at it, and as soon as he saw it the hair on his neck stood up and he became extremely tenses, his eyes wide with horror. Alfred let out a squeak of fear as he watched what seemed to be a teenage girl float across the campus lawn, her foggy glass like body not casting any shadows. Alfred's stare only lasted a few seconds and then he turned and ran at full speed for the door, letting out a long shout as he stumbled up the stairs and yanked the collage doors open.

The conversation between Alfred and his professor lasted a good half and hour. The man was extremely interested in Alfred's ancestors, then again what person in their right mind who loves history wouldn't? Alfred had to have had one of the coolest ancestries ever! Or at least to him they were cool… And epic. Class lasted an hour and a half, like usual, and after Alfred took off to his apartment, being very carful not to run into that thing which had been in the front lawn earlier.

After a few hours in his room working on the assignments that he had just been given, Gilbert rushed in, "Oi! Alfred, man!"

Alfred turned to face him quickly, panic written on his face, "What? What did I miss?"

Gilbert let out a laugh, "Only the most awesome thing since television!"

"You mean hamburgers?" Alfred grinned.

"No, T.V. But if were talking about food, got any sausage and sauerkraut?"

"Ewww…" Alfred face twisted at the mention of the food, "God, no."

"Fine, but that food is awesome! Just like me! Anyways, reason I came back was to tell you that there's gonna be this really epic band in town tomorrow when we're supposed to be in that old house, so how bout you go see them with me instead?" Gilbert grinned.

"What?" Alfred shouted, his eyebrows raised and mouth wide open, "How could you say such a thing? I'm probably only gonna be able to visit this place once! I'm not missing it because you wanted to go to a concert!"

Gilbert threw himself down in the chair next to Alfred and stuck out his lip, "Well then, am I going to have to miss this awesome chance to go see my favorite band because of you?"

"Not because of me, you're the one who decided you wanted to come in the first place." Alfred said, pointing his nose in the air, "If you'd rather go to that concert then with me then go right a head, not like I care. You weren't supposed to be going in the first place."

Gilbert rolled his eyes, "Fine, I'm goin' to the concert then, and when it's finished I'll come pick you up."

"So I'm gonna be stuck there until your concert finishes? That could be the entire day!"

"Exactly!" Gilbert said triumphantly, "I'm sure you'll take forever reading everything anyways, so why not spend a whole day there?"

Alfred hesitated a bit and finally sighed, "This… is very true…"

"Ha!" Gilbert shouted, jumping up off the chair and pointing his index finger towards Alfred, "See? Everything works out fine!"

"You do know that this means that if I start hallucinating you're not going to be there to do anything, right?"

"Oh yes, I know this. But does it really matter? You said you know they were fake in the first place."

Alfred sighed, "Okay, fine. I get it. You just don't want to be there, but since you lied to me and said you were coming you're making this up to me some how."

"What?" Gilbert let out a yell of shock, "Why?"

"'Cause you lied!"

"Fine…"

Alfred laughed loudly and then let himself stretch, "Well, I'm gonna go play some video games. Wanna watch?"

"How 'bout multiplayer?"

"Halo?"

"Psh, I'm' a kick your ass!"

"Right! That's why I've won every time so far!"

This argument went on for a while longer, even while they played. Eventually they crashed after playing the game till one in the morning.

Morning came in no time and Alfred was anxiously awaiting Gilbert's arrival to his car so they could get a move on. Gilbert always took such a long time to get ready, or at least to Alfred it was long. It was probably how much time he spent in the shower out of anything. After a few minutes of waiting Gilbert finally came out, starting the car and taking off. Alfred acted like a giddy little boy on his way to see his first superhero movie most of the time, causing Gilbert to have to force himself to ignore him which didn't always work.

Once Alfred was dropped off, he stared up at this building in which he had been so excited to see. It looked like a normal old house, only difference was that it had bullet holes.

Alfred stared up in awe at the building, "Awesome…"

He proceeded to walk in, pay his fair for the tour, or more like partial tour and the rest was self served, and joined the crowed. The house was somewhat small, probably large enough to fit around fifty soldiers, the rest being forced to make tents outside and surround the house. The house had only been used once for the army, after the first battle that the house went through it was on the verge of falling over, but amazingly it kept it standing. The colonel who commanded the soldiers that stayed around the area died during the battle, a ambush at that, and lieutenant colonel, John Allen, took over after the colonel fell.

Alfred decided he would follow the tour guide and listen on the first round, and then go back through and examine everything more thoroughly, since he did have time. Plus this place was very generous with how much time they gave you to look through everything. You could stay after you paid from opening to closing! It was amazing.

As he followed, they went through the living room, the tour guide explaining that really the only thing the room was used for was sleeping for soldiers. The only other room on the first floor that was used was the kitchen. All other rooms were also used for sleeping arrangements. The group headed up a small staircase to the second floor, ending up in the room that was the main focus of the tour; the master bedroom. Like the other rooms before it, and many other 'museums' such as this, there was a small part of the floor which the crowed was supposed to walk on; a string of posts that cut you off from the rest of the room sat at the edge of that flooring. The bed in which the colonel died on sat in apparently the same place it was the night of the battle, right in the middle of the room against the right wall.

The tour guide began speaking once everyone gathered around her, Alfred stood at the edge of the crowed only a few feet from the stairs, "Here is the room in which the colonel died after being shot by a Minuteman in 1779. As you can see there is a letter that sits on the nightstand next to the bed, which is from his mother who was back in England. Even though he served on the side of the British, the colonel in his journal always stated that he only fought to be able to live and see his mother, hoping to make a family of his own someday. Though, as you already know, that didn't happen. When the Continental Army ambushed the soldiers here…"

"Oh?" a voice said, interrupting Alfred's concentration on the woman who spoke, causing him to glance around the room, "Once more you show yourself here? I thought there was a new mistress in charge of the tours."

The voices English accent caught Alfred's attention more than anything, and he kept searching, soon noticing a glassy figure floating up through the floor with its arms crossed. Alfred's eyes widened in horror, panic gripping his chest as he watched the figure closely. It floated right above the ground and had to have been a man of about twenty years, a dirtied white under shit and dark brown pants from the late seventeen hundreds his only clothing, a noticeably dark stain that had to have been made from some sort of thick liquid, most likely blood, by his heart. One thing that was really odd about him was his eyebrows. Huge eyebrows, though Alfred at the moment was more focused on trying not to pass out.

"Oh, of course, of course," The ghost said, waving his hand at the tour guide, then beginning to mock her, "He was shot through the heart!" he did a theatrical grab at his heart, shaking his head over dramatically and stumbling back a few feet until his legs touched the end of the bed, "No! I've been wounded! P-please! S-save me! I d-do not want to die!" he fell back onto the bed, his expression also over dramatic in its 'fear' of dieing.

"No! I- I was going to make it home!" he shook his head again, bringing his legs up to chest and rolling over, still gripping at his heart, "And then! And then! The American's! Th-they! Ahhhh!" he rolled over and pulled his body closer together, "The light! The light! It is starting to fade! John! John! Where are you John? I am die-e-e-e-e-eing-g-g-g-g!" he paused for a few seconds and looked over at the tour guide, who noticed none of this dramatic scene, to see what part of the story she was at.

"…died on that bed right there, probably within only a few minutes of being shot. If he was outside when he was shot, or was just shot through the window, we do not know…"

The ghost nodded and phased through the bed, a few seconds later coming up through the floor right in front of the tour guide, practically nose to nose with her, "Ms. Yes, of course, you! Mistress Stephanie!" he bounced back a little and laughed, "Yes, I know you quite well, my dear," suddenly he began floating in the air, turning himself upside down as if he was laying on his back and moved back close to the woman's face, "Have you realized that I am a profound magician? I am sure all of you lovely ladies, and gentlemen as well, would be intrigued to see such tricks. How do you say?"

He floated back a little ways and then jumped to the edge of the posts that blocked the visitors from the rest of the room. The ghost happened to do so on the edge closest to Alfred, causing Alfred to squeak and jump a little; sweat building up on his face as hair stood even farther up on his neck. Alfred could feel himself burning up, his heart pounding terribly hard in his chest; threatening to jump out of him. He was even beginning to shake, but the ghost noticed nothing, so used to not being seen by people.

The ghost floated on the posts and walked across the wobbly cloth that went from post to post. He balanced perfectly on them, his arms held out to 'help' his 'balance'. When a person got in his way he would jump over them, doing acrobatic tricks in that air before he landed again. When he reached the other wall he did a back flip, but instead of landing on the floor he stopped himself when he was upside down and decided to walk on the ceiling. The group began heading out now, all but Alfred of course, who was stuck staring at this thing that was partially see-through and floated around in the air. The ghost cocked his head to the side, watching the people leave the room.

"Be on your way then," he said sternly, his English accent in full force now, "Not as though I am hurt by your decision to leave without even applauding! Leave me be! Now I may sit here! Alone! In this old, desolate room by my death bed! Ah-lone! A. L. O. N. E. Alone~!" after staring at the group of backs for a few seconds, the ghost let out a sigh, "Be that as it may, this does happen every time. . ."

He turned around, about to head off to some other place in the house when the boy who shivered in the corner caught his attention. Looking at Alfred for a while, the ghost finally raised an eyebrow, "My good sir, why the bloody hell are you shivering in this house? Oh, however, you appear to be extremely over heated as well…" his eyes lit up as though he just had an epiphany, "Are you frightened? Frightened of what?" he took a look behind him then looked back, "Not I, are you, good sir?"

Alfred lifted his trembling hand and pointed at the floating man, "G-g-g-g-ghostttttttt!" he shrieked, falling to the floor and beginning to hyperventilate, rocking back and forth, "G-ghost! Ahhh! No, no, no, no, no! Not real! Not real! Haha! Y-yeah! That's right! I-I'm s-seeing things!"

There was an odd feeling on Alfred's forehead and he jerked his head up, his eyes wide with terror and tears picking the edges of his eyes when he saw the ghost 'poking' him, almost face to face, "Ahhhhhhh!" he moved his head back down quickly, his eyes and teeth clenched shut, rocking back and forth even faster than he had been.

"So, it is I!" the ghost said cheerfully, "You can descry me!" a large grin fell across its face, "Not one living being has been able to see me before! This is absolutely wonderful!"

"No!" Alfred screamed, "Not wonderful! Not wonderful!" he jumped up from the ground, running to the other side of the room, "Go away!"

Alfred took a deep breath and as the ghost began to float over to him that deep breath turned into multiple small short ones. His head began to spin if it wasn't only his phobia of ghosts.

"Come now, I cannot possibly be that horrific, can I?" the ghost said innocently, floating over to Alfred, "Dear lad, if you were forcefully shut up in your quarters for two hundred thirty years; unable to have a decent conversation with anyone but yourself, or come to read a nice book, you too would be rather thrilled about such a thing as well! A living being who can see you!"

"I don't like youuuu!" Alfred yelled, his voice shaking between his gasps of air, "I can't s-stand you! Go away! Just leave me alone!"

The ghost stuck out his lip and glared down at Alfred, "Really now?" he got close to Alfred and pretended to lean on his shoulder, causing Alfred to shake more and place his hands over his ears, "Well, how about this…"

"Stop. Touchinggggggg. Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Alfred shouted, shaking his head furiously.

The ghost raised an eyebrow, "I am not technically touching you. I really cannot do such a thing," he moved and sat in front of Alfred with his legs crossed, "How about you have a decent conversation with me, and then I will leave you be? Honestly, all I would like is to have another to speak with for only a period of time. Not to much to ask, and if you do not accept I am just going to be forced to follow you around all day until you do!" The ghost grinned evilly at this.

"Oh my god!" Alfred yelled, clenching his eyes shut tighter, "No! How many times do I have to say it? No! I have a phobia of you things! Can't you just leave me alone!"

The ghosts eyes widened, "A phobia? That would explain that hyperventilating. Though, why does a man with a phobia of ghosts see them?"

"Don't ask me! I have no clue!" Alfred cried, "You're not real, okay?"

The ghost pondered over this, "I wish!" he grinned, "I really do wish that was a true statement there, sadly its not, and I am forever stuck here… So… would you please just take a small amount of time out of your rather busy day to hold a conversation with me? An intelligent conversation! Not just this freaking out in which you're doing…"

Alfred quickly glanced up then back down to his feet, "Do you promise you'll leave me alone if I do?" he said shakily.

"Yes," the ghost said confidently, "I promise."

"Fine," Alfred finally agreed, his voice still shaking, "B-but…" he glanced up at the ghost and quickly back down again, "I… C-can't talk to you like th-that. Do you h-have some o-other form?"

The ghost cocked his head, "What do you mean? As in…" he looked down at himself, remembering his body was transparent, "You can not view me when I appear as though I am a ghost?"

"Yes! Do something about it!"

"Um… I will attempt?" the room when silent for a moment until the ghost spoke up again, "How does this fare?"

Alfred looked up hesitantly, when he saw that the ghost now looked like a normal person, looking as though they weren't intangible at all, as they probably looked right before they died, he let out a sigh of relief, "Yeah. I can deal with that."

The ghost laughed, grinning wildly, "Amazing! My name is Arthur Kirkland! And you?"

"Arthur? Mind if I call you Artie then?"

"What is the use in shortening a name that is already short?"

"Because I like Artie better!" Alfred grinned.

Arthur stared at him then shook his head, "I still do not see the point, but fine. Also, you never answered me. What is your name?"

"Oh, Alfred F. Jones."

"Alfred?" Arthur's eyes widened, "Really? That's interesting!"

Alfred gave a weak smile, "Um, I guess?"

"Of course it is! Not often someone has the name Alfred."

"If you say so."

Like I said, I updated this fic a bit. I'm hoping to finish it, but as followers so far have found out, I haven't updated in a few months. :/ ANY ideas are appreciated. I would love to finish this!