Title: I Call to You
Rating: K+ (PG)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America, Canada
Warning(s): Character death, human AU
Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekazu Himaruya. I borrowed this story idea from a book I read years ago.
Summary: Once, there were two brothers, Alfred and Matthew. One day, Matthew was as sick as could be, so Alfred made a suggestion on how to end it...
A/N: I thought back to this story that I read years ago in some children's horror book. I don't remember the exact details of the story, but I did my best to change it enough to make it a Hetalia fanfiction. Enjoy.
Once, there were two brothers that lived together on the border of Canada and America. One brother, Alfred, was lively, outing, and loud. His brother, Matthew, was quite the opposite. Matthew was prone to sickness and would often fall ill, leaving Alfred to care for him. One day, Matthew was the sickest he could ever be...
Alfred was making soup when he heard a terrible moaning.
"Ooo..."
Alfred almost dropped the hot soup, but, with hero-like reflexes, he managed to salvage the liquid. He followed the moaning to its source.
"Ooo..."
"Mattie?" Alfred called.
"Ooo..."
"Is that you?" Alfred pushed open the door and was met with a ghostly white figure lying in Matthew's bed. No. Wait. That was Matthew. Breathing a sigh of relief, Alfred set the soup down on the bedside table. "You don't sound too good, bro."
"I feel even worse," Matthew complained, "Just kill me now, eh?"
"Ah." Alfred flattened his brow. "No."
"Ooo..." Matthew moaned once again.
"Okay..." sighed Alfred, "You're starting to annoy me with your moaning."
"Please..." Matthew begged, "I'm too sick to live..."
"Well..." Tapping his chin in thought, Alfred came up with a solution. "I guess you could call for death if you really wanted to end it all."
"That's a good idea," Matthew agreed. He hacked and coughed and then called out, "Death! I call to you!" but his voice was barely above a whisper and death did not hear.
"Louder," Alfred suggested.
"Death! I call to you!" Matthew's voice was still much too quiet for Death to hear.
"Maybe try at the front door?" offered Alfred.
Matthew nodded weakly and Alfred carried him to the front door. Matthew called out into the open, "Death! I call to you!" but Death still could not hear the quiet brother's cry.
"No," Alfred said, "Like this..." He cleared his throat and shouted, "YO DEATH! COME HERE!"
Death heard the yell and arrived. "Alfred F. Jones," he hissed, "You wish to die?"
"What?" Alfred shook his head vigorously in argument. "No! Mattie was the one who-!"
"But YOU are the one I heard call..." Without another word, Death reaped the soul of Alfred, leaving Matthew behind.
Without his brother feeding him fast food all the time, Matthew soon grew healthy and strong. But, never did he forget that Death was always willing to bring to the afterlife those who called to him. Those whom Death could hear, at least.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN