Hello Lovely readers~! ItalianCraybaby is back with a new story.

I will admit that horror is not my forte. To be honest I hate horror movies and I have only read like two horror stories in my entire life and they totally messed me up… But~! With it being October, and Halloween coming up, I wanted to try and write a scary story.

This story is based off of a book I read in middle school called Forbidden Secrets.

Disclaimer! I do not own Hetalia. (But wouldn't it be awesome if I did?!)

Enjoy~!


Alfred Jones looked out of his window eagerly. He stared out into the open fields of his family's magnificent farmland. The fields of wheat blew gently in the light breeze and looked like a sea of gold in the sunlight. On most days, Alfred could stare at the beautiful scene for hours on end. But today was different.

The young 15 year old teen was practically hanging out of his window in hopes to catch a glimpse of anyone coming towards their house. But really, the teen wasn't looking for any old person to make their way to his home. No, he was waiting for his cousin Francis Bonnefoy and his cousin's friend Arthur Kirkland to come back from their horse ride in the woods.

Francis lived in France but liked to travel often. The 20 year old man had already visited the Jones family once before when Alfred and his brother Matthew were 6 years of age. Francis told the most interesting stories and met the most interesting people. Alfred and Matthew grew close to their cousin during that time of his first visit, so to hear that their dear cousin was coming back made the two brothers ecstatic.

Francis arrived just 2 weeks before the Town's Annual Event Plaza Party that they had every year and he even brought a friend along… Arthur.

Alfred smiled at the thought of the older teen's name. Wonderful beautiful gentlemanly (and sometimes hotheaded) Arthur Kirkland was an 18 year old that Francis met in Britton who wished to visit America. Francis, being the impulsive man he was, invited the Brit to join him on his next visit to see his family in America. And Arthur (turning out to be just as impulsive as Francis) accepted the invitation.

Alfred took to Arthur right away. He enjoyed the way the Brit spoke and also admired the others emerald green eyes.

The two of them grew extremely close in these two weeks. They talked for hours about their interests and Alfred even discovered that Arthur (much like himself) preferred men over women. Arthur didn't mean for this information to be known by Alfred, but the younger teen couldn't be happier about finding out. He felt like he had a chance to be with this man he had come to love an never wanted to leave his side.

So naturally, Alfred was most disheartened to find that both his cousin and Arthur awoke early this morning to go off on a ride without him! Francis knew that Arthur would have to go back home to England soon! It was selfish if the Frenchman to go out with Arthur when Alfred's time with the Brit was running short.

"If you lean any farther out that window, you're going to fall and get a concussion." Alfred's farther scolded lightly from the table.

Alfred came back so he he was no longer dangling from the window and gave his father an apologetic look. "Sorry Pa, I'm just waiting for Arthur to get back."

Alfred's mother shook her head from where she was standing in the kitchen. "Arthur, Arthur, Arthur. Every sentence you utter these days has his name in it."

"I enjoy his company." Alfred replied with a shrug.

"Yes yes, I know that." His mother said with a shrug if her own. "It's just that lately you seem sort of…"

"Obsessed with the boy?" Alfred's father butted in.

"Yes, that's it! Obsessed. You seem obsessed with him." His mother walked over to sit next to her husband.

"I'm not obsessed with him…" I'm just a bit infatuated with him, is all. Alfred finished in his head.

Alfred's mother rolled her eyes but didn't press the matter. She instead asked, "Have you seen your brother today?"

"He's gone again?! That boy goes missing so often, I'm starting to suspect he has the power to become invisible." Alfred's father laughed at his own joke while Alfred frowned.

Alfred was very close to his 14 year old brother and he knew how sensitive the other was when people overlooked him or mistook him for Alfred. They looked very similar but were different in physique.

Alfred was more muscular and athletic. His short blond hair and sky blue eyes gained lots of compliments and he was often referred to as the handsome brother.

Matthew was thinner and scrawnier than Alfred. Although they had the same color of blond hair, Matthew's was longer and shaggily framed his baby face and violet eyes. People referred to him as the smart brother or, if people were unkind, the odd brother.

"I haven't seen him today." Alfred answered. "I'm sure he'll come home soon though. He said he was coming to the Town's Party today."

"I would hope so." His mother replied tentatively. "He needs to socialize more with the people in town and not with those shady sales people that pass by every so often."

Alfred was about to defend his brother but stopped when he heard the sound of pounding hooves. The teen almost cracked his neck as he quickly turned his head to look out the window. He saw Francis and Arthur emerge from the woods on their galloping horses, heading for the stables located in the barns.

Without another word to his parents, Alfred bolted out the door and to the barn house where he knew Arthur and Francis would be putting the horses.

The American arrived to the barn house just as Francis and Arthur dismounted their horses.

"Looks like I win again, mom ami~!" Francis taunted as he lead his horse into the stables.

"That's because you cheated!" Arthur huffed angrily, leading his horse behind the Frenchman.

"I most certainly did not." Francis pouted.

"You spooked my horse by pretending a stick was a snake!" Arthur snapped. "I could've fallen off and hit my head if he didn't calm down fast enough!"

"Oh, you're just over exaggerating." Francis waved his hand as if to dismiss Arthur's complaints.

"I am not!"

"Are too~!"

"Not!"

"Man, you two bicker like children." Alfred laughed as he finally made his presence known.

"Alfred!" Arthur exclaimed in surprise. He quickly turned his attention to the younger male. His cheeks were tinged a light pink color from being caught bickering with Francis. "When did you come in?"

"I came in right behind you two." Alfred grinned and walked up to Francis. "I can set your horse up for you if ya wanna go in to talk to ma and pa."

Francis gave Alfred a knowing look and handed him the reins. "Thank you, Alfred. I would love to talk to your charming parents and get away from this sore loser."

"I'm not a sore loser! You cheated!"

Francis chuckled as he made his way out of the barn. This left Alfred alone with a grumpy Brit.

"Humph." Arthur pouted as he began tending to his horse. "I can't believe you would do any favors for that dreadful cousin of yours."

Alfred smiled as he pulled Francis' horse into its own stable to tend to it. "Well, maybe I did it so I could spend more time with you. Ever think of that?"

Alfred looked over into the other stable just in time to see Arthur's face turn a deep red color. The Brit refused to meet Alfred's eye as he replied, "Am I supposed to see that as some sort of grand gesture? If you wanted to charm me, then perhaps you should have offered to tend to my horse instead of that frog's."

Alfred laughed at that. "Your just mad because he beat you in another horse race." He said as he put away the horse's saddle.

"But I almost won this time!" Arthur said determinedly as he began combing his horse's mane. "I was just starting to pull ahead of him and he goes and spooks my horse. How childish is that?!"

"Almost as childish as whining about losing a race." Alfred teased. That comment earned the younger male a half hearted glare from Arthur.

"Well, I guess you would know since you're still a child yourself." Arthur teased back.

Alfred pouted. He finished setting up Francis' horse and walked into the other stable. "I'm not a child. I'm 15. Teens my age can totally get engaged and married if they wanted to."

"Hmm… 15 is a bit young to get married." Arthur said, his voice becoming quieter. He paused his brushing for a moment and turned to face Alfred. "Would you even be able to marry? I thought you liked…" Arthur trailed off, knowing that what he was speaking about was taboo among most people.

"Yeah I like men." Alfred said in a quieter voice. He felt a little more brave speaking about it than Arthur probably did. His face became serious as he continued. "I would hope that I could somehow marry the man I choose to fall in love with… but if not I'd at least hope we could still spend the rest if our lives living together as a couple."

Arthur's face turned solemn. He looked at the ground avoiding Alfred's gaze and fiddled with the brush in his hands. "Have you met anyone who you would like to spend the rest if your life with?" Arthur questioned quietly. He looked nervous, almost as if he was afraid of what Alfred's response would be.

Alfred, sensing the others nervousness, slowly grabbed one of Arthur's hands in his own. Alfred looked into Arthur's vivid green eyes that reminded him if spring and answered. "I definitely have someone in mind."

Arthur's eyes widened as he stared back intently. "I love you…" Arthur whispered breathlessly before he could stop himself. The Brit looked slightly started by the words that slipped past his lips but Alfred felt his heart burst with joy.

Unable to help himself, Alfred closed the distance between them. He latched his hands onto the older teens slender hips and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Alfred could feel Arthur dropping the brush and wrapping his arms around the others neck. They stared at each other through half lidded eyes as they shared their first kiss.

Alfred couldn't help but feel that his life felt complete in that moment. His heart was pounding and his mind blissfully clouded. The American wished that it could last forever…

CRASH!

Alfred and Arthur broke apart jumping as far away from each other as possible. The two turned quickly to find Matthew standing frozen next to fallen farm supplies that he had knocked over. Tears were quickly overflowing from the boy's eyes. He looked sadly between the two before hurriedly running out of the barn.

"Shit! Mattie wait!" Alfred tried calling after his brother. He felt his previously soaring heart plummet down into the pit of his stomach.

'I should've known this would happen…' Alfred thought miserably to himself.

Being close to his brother, Alfred knew all of Matthew's secrets. His brother had confided to not very long ago to Alfred that he (just like Alfred and Arthur) preferred men over women. Since Arthur had arrived, Alfred suspected that Matthew had a crush on the Brit but it wasn't confirmed until today. And Matthew looked absolutely crushed by the fact that Arthur, just like so many others, preferred Alfred over Matthew.

"I-I'm sorry to cut this short, Artie." Alfred said disappointedly as he backed towards the exit. "I think I should go talk to him."

Arthur nodded understandingly. "Go ahead, I'll meet you at the party."

Alfred felt his tense shoulders relax. "Thanks, Arthur." Alfred turned and started to run only to skid to a stop at the exit turn back to Arthur an say, "By the way, Art… I love you too."

Arthur blushed again and tried to hold back his smile. "Yes, I believe you made that quite clear. Now go after your brother, you daft American." Alfred smiled at his Brit one last time before going after Matthew.

Alfred desperately hoped the boy wouldn't be to upset with him. Alfred loved Arthur and he was starting to fear that his brother would ask him to dump the Brit… he really hoped he Matthew wouldn't do that.

Finding no sign of his younger brother around the farm, Alfred figured the boy must have run off into the woods and decided to continue his search there.

After 20 minutes of searching, Alfred was just about to give up (figuring Matthew might have already headed to the party) when he suddenly heard his brothers voice coming from up ahead… but something didn't sound right.

Matthew's voice sounded dark and ominous, very unlike his usual soft spoken voice. Not only that, but Alfred realized that Matthew was speaking in a foreign language!

Alfred walked hesitantly towards his brothers voice feeling slightly nervous. When he caught sight if his brothers blond hair, Alfred hid behind a tree to secretly see what his brother was up to.

Alfred was horrified to see that Mathew (his little brother Matthew!) was kneeling before a pentagram painted on the forest floor. Red was dripping from the boy's hands. His eyes looked dull and lifeless. In one hand Matthew held a squealing piglet from their family's farm and in the other he held a dagger!

As Matthew continued to chant in this foreign language, his voice slowly increased in volume. Alfred even caught his own name in the chant being said several times. It was when Matthew held the dagger above the squealing piglet that Alfred made his presence known.

Alfred burst forward from his hiding place and tackled his brother before he could kill the piglet. The knife flew from Matthew's grasp and the piglet ran away as Alfred sat on top of his brother.

"What the fuck was that Mattie?!" Alfred tried to sound angry but his voice came out in a fearful squeak. This was definitely a secret he did not remember his brother sharing with him.

Matthew's eyes remained dull and unseeing for another few moments before their light slowly returned.

"A-Alfred?" He said looking up at his brother quizzically one moment but the next he was grinning widely. "Alfred! I did it! I actually did it! I did a spell!"

"A spell?!" Alfred asked with wide eyes. He had still not removed himself from atop his brother. "Where the helldid you learn how to do spells?!"

"From some of the merchants that travel through town." Matthew answered nonchalantly. "But that's not important right now!… You can't be with Arthur!"

Alfred gave Matthew an odd look before he sighed heavily and moved to sit next to his brother while the other sat up.

"Matthew. I have to be with Arthur… I love him." Alfred replied.

Matthew looked a little hurt but still looked determined. "No! You can't be with Arthur. He's cursed."

"WHAT?!" Alfred jumped to his feet and looked hysterically at his younger brother. "Oh my god, Mattie! Did… Did you curse him?!… D-did you curse me?!" He asked remembering that he heard his own name in the spell.

"No! No no no! I didn't curse anyone." Matthew answered exasperatedly. "Arthur was already cursed. Everyone with the Kirkland name is cursed. That's what the spell told me."

"A spell told you Arthur and his family is cursed?" Alfred reiterated in disbelief. Alfred thought all of this was insane. He didn't believe in magic but, for the first time in his life, he believed his brother was truly odd for believing in such things. "Mattie, I think you're just over reacting. I know that you like Arthur a lot too. I'm really sorry that you're felling hurt that he chose me but… I really really love this guy. I can't simply not be with just because you tell me an imaginary spell said he's cursed."

"It's not imaginary!" Matthew argued determinedly. "It's real! Darkness follows the Kirkland name and causes harm to everyone they love and hate. Everyone close to them fall victim to the curse as well!"

Alfred shook his head growing upset by this nonsense.

"Matthew, I've had enough of this!" Alfred snapped. He crossed his arms angrily and glared at his brother. "I love Arthur Kirkland and nothing is going to keep me from loving him. Not any prejudiced people's views, not some silly curse, and not evenyou can stop me from loving Arthur."

Alfred regretted yelling at his brother immediately when tears slowly started falling from those wide violet eyes. Alfred slowly uncrossed his arms and let them fall at his sides.

"I won't deny that I also love Arthur…" Matthew spoke softly as he wiped his tears away. " But pleaseAlfred. You have to believe me when I say he's a cursed man. So please be careful around him."

Alfred nodded and offered a hand to his brother to help him up. His brother accepted the assistance and stood up slowly.

Alfred embraced his brother tightly and said, "If it makes you feel better, I'll be careful around him." Matthew sniffled quietly a few more moments before calming down. Alfred pulled away slowly and looked at his brother. "How about we go into Town together. I'm sure everyone's already at the party and I don't want them eating all the good food without us!"

Matthew finally cracked a smile at that and let his brother pull him towards the Town square.


After taking a detour to a creek to wash off the red liquid from Matthew's hands (which Alfred discovered was paint), they made it into the busy town square.

People chatted noisily over the music and children ran in between the gaps of people squealing happily amongst themselves.

It didn't take long for them to find Arthur who was chatting with Francis and their parents. The Brit seemed to be having a heated discussion with the American's father.

"All I'm saying is that it's ridiculous for you Brits to charge us so much for tax." Alfred's father said grumpily to Arthur.

"I apologize sir, but I don't control your taxes." Arthur said obviously growing upset at being scolded by Alfred's father for no reason. "Perhaps you and the other colonies should find a better way to bring the tax problem up with my country instead of throwing perfectly good tea into the Boston Harbor."

"Ha! People don't like that crap anyways." Alfred's father said moodily.

"My people enjoy it, thank you very much!" Arthur said just as moodily.

Alfred threw his arm around Arthur and laughed, "Are we really talking about politics at a party?" Alfred have his dad a look trying to say without words 'calm down'.

"Your father was the one to bring it up." Arthur mumbled with cheeks dusted pink. He looked away from Alfred but leaned into the younger male's touch.

"Pa, can't we go one day without talking about America's relationship with Britton?" Alfred asked with a strained smile.

"Humph. I suppose so. But you'll have to realize sooner or later that it's a serious issue." Alfred's father said. "You'll see. Change is coming."

"Right right, but for now I'm just gonna take this nice British man over to the ice cream stand." Alfred finalized as he pulled Arthur away from his family.

Much to Alfred's pleasure, Arthur calmed down after that so they could properly enjoy the party together. At the ice cream stand, Arthur let Alfred have his ice cream claiming he didn't care much for the sweet. (Alfred decided this made him love the man even more!) And Alfred was even able to coax Arthur into joining him in a dance.

Looking over at Arthur's smiling face, Alfred had decided that this was definitely the greatest day of his life… but all of that changed when the party was interrupted by a man on a galloping horse came into the town square.

"War!" The man shouted as pulled his horse to stop in the middle of the party. "America is going into war to become independent from Britain!"

Alfred froze where he was standing.War?! He had heard rumors of the possibility of war happening but he never believed it would happen so soon. He glanced over at Arthur who looked just as shocked as Alfred. His green eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at the rider.

People gathered around the man as he gave more information and advised the men to prepare themselves and join the army.

"I can't believe this is actually happening…" Arthur uttered quietly in shock.

Alfred wrapped an arm around the Brit's shoulder as others began to give him leery glares. "Everything will be ok, Arthur." He tried comforting his love.

Arthur shook his head. "No it won't be. My country is going into war."

Alfred frowned. "My people are going to war too, ya know."

"Yes, Alfred. I believe I gathered that much." Arthur said angrily as he finally turned to look at the younger male with furrowed brows.

Arthur seemed to catch himself and made his expression soften before he spoke again. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap. This is all just happening so suddenly."

"I understand." Alfred rubbed the Brit's back soothingly. "Everything will be ok. We'll get through it."

Arthur just waved the hand away from him. "No… I'll have to help my country while I'm here. I should show my support and fight for them." Arthur said sadly.

"What?!" Alfred exclaimed. He backed away from Arthur to look at him in disbelief. "You aren't seriously thinking about joining the British army, are you?!"

"Of course I am." Arthur said determinedly. His eyebrows furrowed once again. "I am British after all. It's only right that I fight for my country… and I was hoping that you would join me."

"What?!" Alfred exclaimed once again. His eyes doubled in size "A-Arthur, I can't join the British army. They're the whole reason why we're in this war."

"What?!" Now it was Arthur's turn to exclaim the word in shock. "If anything, you're colony is the reason why my country is going to war!"

"Well these colonies are going to be a country very soon as well." Alfred snapped. His hands began to ball into fists.

"Not while my country has anything to say about it." Arthur growled back. He crossed his arms in anger. "Listen Alfred… You're young. Maybe you don't understand how serious of a matter this is, so I will ask you one last time. Will you join the British army with me? We would be together and you would be safe on our side." Arthur's expression looked almost pleading as he spoke Alfred.

Arthur's expression broke Alfred's heart. He oh so wanted to accept the Brits proposal and remain by his side to make sure his beloved Brit stayed safe in the catastrophic times he knew were soon to come… but he couldn't do it. He couldn't fight for a cause he didn't believe in.

"I-I'm sorry, Arthur." Alfred said brokenly. The young American felt overwhelming sadness having to choose between Arthur and his homeland. But it had to be done. "I can't join you. I can't fight against my homeland or my family."

A spasm of hurt crossed Arthur's face. The Brit took stumbled a few steps back as if he was disoriented by Alfred's reply.

"Arthur…" Alfred reached out for his love and took a step forward. He willed for the man to come to him and stay by his side so that he could comfort him. But he did not receive the reaction he was hoping for.

Alfred's voice had snapped Arthur back to reality. The older man's face was twisted into one of anguish and fury as he slapped Alfred's hand away.

"Don't come near me." Arthur seethed. He backed further away but kept looking at the younger man vengefully. "Mark my words Alfred Jones… You'll regret ever refusing me!" Arthur stormed away.

Alfred remained rooted to the spot. He stared unseeing at the place Arthur was standing just moments ago. It wasn't until he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder that he finally moved.

He turned to find that Matthew was standing behind him with a relieved expression on his face. "Don't worry about it Alfred. It's for the best that he leaves."

Alfred knew Matthew was trying to comfort him, but his stomach twisted in a sickly manner at the wild merriment lurking behind his brother's eyes. He shook his brothers hand off feeling bitter that his sibling looked so happy about Alfred no longer having Arthur.

He walked away from his brother and the buzzing crowds of people. The day that started out so wonderful and dreamlike had tuned into a horrific nightmare.


Ok so no horror in this chapter, but it's coming!

Rating might go up depending on how violent it gets but there won't be any smut in this story.

Oh! And shout out to my friend YamiyoDarknight for helping me with the title and pre reading each chapter. You're awesome Yamiyo!

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