Welcome to Chills!

This is a PrUK fan fiction, and I do hope you enjoy it! All rights go to Himaruya Hidekaz, though I do wish I owned Hetalia... If you like PrUK, go take a peak at my other fan fic "What I am, what I can be".

Enjoy!

The British male gathered his things as the end of class sounded, picking up his notebooks and bag rather quickly. He'd much rather now getting caught up with the other kids... Again... He already felt stares burn the back of his skull, and he shuddered, almost running out of the room.

Last period. End of the day. Friday. . . This was always the worst. . . Mostly because it's when those heartless guys in his school were relentless. All it took was one minute to be alone.. Just one minute. And Arthur would end up beaten behind the school.. Again.. And for once, he didn't want to go home with a new cut, scrape or bruise.

"Oh lookie Antony~" said a French accented voice. "Little Arthur thinks he can get away from us~"

The two boys grinned, watching the blonde carefully.

"Maybe he forgot the lesson we taught him earlier this week" Said Antonio.

Arthur panted as he rushed out of the school, glancing both ways. The way home was through the woods. Any other way would take over an hour, and they'd surely catch him walking on the sidewalk. He mustered up some courage, running into the path leading through the woods which would cut off into his backyard. He just...ran.

The two bullies followed him for a while before deeming it not worth it this time.

"You better not show your face on Monday loser!" Called Francis.

Arthur panted heavily, finally seeing himself safe... somewhat, his breath shaky, he looked back at the part of the woods the bullies had followed, slumping up against a tree. "G..god damn it.."

All was silent now, the wind gently blowing through the trees, almost whispering to him.

He listened to the silent whispers of the wind, holding his knees to his chest tightly, looking down. He breathed steadily now, eyes shut tight. "Damn... DAMN! Why me!? W-Why can't it be someone!..Why...can't anyone... help me.."

The wind blew fiercely around him, circling him with lost voices.

Arthur looked up, eyes tired, and wide, as he stood abruptly, turning in a circle. "Wh- What-!"

"Say the words. Summon a guardian." Whispered the wind, "If you have the mental strength they will protect you." The wind picked up fiercely, "Free him! And he will be yours!" The wind died down.

Arthur panted somewhat, looking around. He wanted to know whos there.. But... A guardian... He'd be protected...No more bullies... Just... be okay... He'd be answered!.. He'd have a friend! "I..I summon him... I summon the guardian to protect me.. I summon you!

Nothing happened. A small wind blew. But nothing.

...Arthur took in a deep breath, continuing to walk. "...I knew it... I'm... going crazy..." With a sigh, he shook his head, averting his eyes to his footing.

And his footing was glowing. The ground under his feet glowed tracing a path, as if it was trying to help him. The path wound in a circle with a few complex symbols in the middle, a summoning circle.

Arthur stared down, eyes wide, while he jumped out of the circles, staring at them. "T..The bloody hell..!?"

"Summon me..." Called the wind, "chant your desire and summon me!"

"I.." He began, starring as he felt a sudden surge rush through him. "I want a friend! Someone to protect me, and love me for me! I want someone who can stop the bullies! To be with me all the time- I summon you!"

The entire circle glowed brightly, knocking the Brit backwards off his feet. "So you commanded it..." Whispered the wind, a shadowed figure appearing within the bright light.

Arthur landed back in a grunt, sitting up on his elbows, staring up at the shadowed figure in astonishment, unable to speak. His mouth was dry, eyes wide, afraid to blink. Afraid to miss a moment of... whatever this was..

The light faded slowly revealing a pale, naked, teen with silvery hair, kneeling hunched over in the middle of the circle. Two small red horns protruded from his head and a thin tail swayed behind him slowly. His suddenly turned his head up to see the blonde, eyes bright red and a thick leather collar around his neck.

Arthur stared at him, wide eyed, standing up to look over him carefully. He stepped forward cautiously, extending a hand slowly. "Are...Who are you.."

He stood up and shook off slightly, quite well endowed, but very much naked. "Whatever you want me to be..." He grinned toothly, "Call me Gil~"

Arthur covered his face, turning away, bright red. "Good god- Put on some clothes!" Arthur quickly took off his jacket, throwing it the albinos way. "..Gil you said...?"

He pouted slightly as the jacket went right through him. "Hey! Don't just throw things at me. Warn me..." He picked it up. "This ain't fitting me." He tossed it back, "and yeah, my full names Gilbert." He closed his eyes and tight black jeans formed around his legs along with a simple white button up shirt.

Arthur watched him, shaking his head, covering eyes. "Well put something on!" he demanded, peaking through his fingers. "..Is it safe too look?"

He opened his eyes again, tail flicking, "Ja~"

Arthur brought his hands down skeptically, sighing. "..What.. are you? Where'd you come from?"

"Um... You're the one who summoned me... I'm a ghost." He explained with a sigh. "And I come from no where."

"...G...ghost..." Arthur slowly laughed, quietly. Then loudly, running a hand through his hair. "I really am going crazy..." He sighed, shaking his head, turning to walk away. "Hallucinations... blimey Arthur, you're probably piss drunk! Hallucinating.."

"Hey, wait! Don't just leave me!" The ghost ran forward to stop him and reached out, his hand going right through him. "W-was?" He looked at his own hands, confused.

Arthur glanced back, wide eyed, looking even slightly scared. "Just.. a hallucination... Why are you following me..?"

"You summoned me." He said tapping his collar. "You can't just leave me... Whoa!" The pale boy suddenly dropped halfway into the ground, panicking, "the fuck?"

Arthur blinked, taking in heavy breaths. "W..What's happening to you!?" He asked, trying to grab him. Even if he couldn't figure out this situation, he knew he needed help...

"I dunno! I've never been on the surface like this!" He said his hand going right through the others a few times before his body seemed to solidify and he gripped his hand. "Pull me out!"

Arthur gripped him tightly, before yanking his body away, stumbling back in the process, and falling down with a grunt. "Ow.." He grumbled, looking up, slightly dazed. "...I'll ask you this... I know I summoned you... but why did you listen to me...?"

"Ack!" Gilbert fell on top of him with a groan and pushed himself up. "Why did I come you mean?"

He nodded, sitting up himself, rubbing his head. "Yeah, that. Why did you come?"

He shrugged. "Those with magic in their hearts can summon us. After that we just listen and if we hear something we like, we go." He got up, brushing himself off, "I've never heard anything worth while so I've never went... Until I heard you today..."

Arthur glanced at his chest, putting a hand over his heart before looking back to the male. "Magic..? Why.. did you chose to come down for me..?"

He chuckled, "specifically I came up... But I dunno. It was just a feeling. I..." He paused, "I was lonely..."

Arthur blinked, furrowing his brows. "Lonely.." He laughed a bit, shaking his head. "...maybe you could tell I felt the same way.." he said, sighing, and standing.

He smiled tail flicking around happily, "so you'll keep me?"

"...I can barely take care of myself... I... how can I take care of you, and me..?" He asked, beginning to walk

The ghost followed him. "Well it's not like I eat or anything. And no one else can see me... I think... Still getting the hang of this..." He said, walking through a tree.

Arthur stopped, turning to him. "...So...I can't touch you or anything then...? But- I grabbed your hand! You were sinking.."

"I dunno... I think I can solidify sometimes..." He tries to touch him and goes through him. "It's not like there's a book on this stuff."

Arthur starred, eyes going hard and serious as he watched him. "...What exactly... are you..? You said that you came up..from where..?"

He frowned slightly, fiddling with his tail. "I'm from in between. We call it Nowhere. Not heaven or hell. It's where ghosts live. People with unfinished business."

Arthur furrowed his brows, starring intently at the man, glancing between his tail and face. "Isn't that called limbo or something..?...Why... have you come back then...? What's your business.."

"Ja... Kinda... Um... I dunno. I died 100 years ago... Most ghosts move on to one or the other by then but I can't. I'm stuck..." He glanced at his tail. "I only came back for you."

Arthur blushed slightly, looking down. "...Did... you hear what I said?... I can't protect both me, and you..." He shook his head, mumbling. "I can barely protect myself.. So it might be better for you to go back, anyway.."

Gilbert stared at him before laughing, "Stupid Limey! I'm here to protect you! Kesesesesese~" he drifted off the ground slightly before flailing and trying to steady himself.

Standing, a bit dumbfounded, he looked him over. "But... You can't even touch anything without falling through... How can you protect me..?"

"I'll figure it out! I just need practice!" He insisted, getting the hang of flying and setting back down. And practice came as asked, Francis was heading to the park and spotted the Brit.

"Hey Kirkland!" He called.

Arthur froze in place, not even taking a moment to spare before saying "RUN!" and doing just that, only hoping the ghost followed. He ran, and ran, not stopping to even look back.

But the ghost didn't run. Francis began to give chase, when suddenly, something unseen stopped him in place, grabbing the back of his shirt. "Q-quoi? What is this?" He struggled, trying to follow Arthur.

Arthur continued, until hiding behind a tree, glancing around for Gilbert, whispering his name. "Gil- Gilbert!? Hurry!" Well... He was a ghost, so he shouldn't really be worried.. but still..

Francis hollered and cursed, trying to free himself from the unseen force.

"Kirkland! I swear! If this is you, I'll kill you!" The ghost lifted him up a bit, only the outline of him visible, yet still Francis couldn't see him at all.

Arthur shivered and cringed at the voice, slightly tilting his head around the tree trunk to get somewhat of a look at Francis distress, and exactly why he was cursing so much..

"You're not gettin near him!" Said Gilbert biting his lip and flying up higher, putting him on the roof of the nearest house and returning to Arthur's side, "how'd I do?"

Arthur stared, shell shocked, staying as silent as he's even been. He stared at the Frenchmen now on a roof ways away, then back to Gilbert. "...How did you do that...!?"

"I dunno... Took a couple tries but I managed to grab him, then I just dropped him up there. I think I'm figuring this stuff out." He smiled, looking for approval.

Arthur took a few minutes to really think about this. Well... To be fair, he was just doing what he was summoned here to do... Looking past the man, he starred at Francis wailing for help on the house... And he was going to lie... Revenge was sweet. "...Fine then. But- We need to set down rules if you're staying with me."

"Yes!" Gilbert tried to glomp him, but ended up going through him and through the floor.

Arthur blinked, laughing finally, smiling down at him. "You really need to learn how to become solid.." He extended a hand, questioning if it'd be any use or not.

His hand came up through the floor, looking for the others. "Working on it!"

Arthur grabbed it, or at least tried to a couple times, pulling at him to get him up.

"Kesesesese~" he laughed when he finally managed to get out, "Solid. Right. Ill work on it..." He furrowed his brow focusing.

Arthur helped him out the best of his ability, standing there, arms crossed, watching him focus on the task at hand, smiling a bit.

The ghost came into focus properly and fell back on his ass, "ow... Solid?" He flicked his tail around.

Arthur laughed, nodding. "Yes. You're solid." He helped him up, looking over him. "You said Gilbert, right..?... I can call you Gil?"

"That's the awesome me!" He said, not letting go of his hand. "And I'm guessing you're Arthur, based on what Frenchie said."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Well.. certainly one hell of an ego you've got, Gil... Yes, call me Arthur... and ignore the Frenchman..." He turned, not noticing him still holding onto his hand, walking. "Come. We still need to set guidelines and rules."

"Ja, sure. Whatever you say dude." He only had his eyes on Arthur, very happy with his new friend. Others they passed however, stared at the ghosts horns and tail. By solidifying, he became visible to others.

Arthur payed no mind to it, continuing on. "Alright, first rule- No hurting anyone. It's alright to help me and stuff but... no physically harming them.."

"Duh... I'm not evil." He said, poking his side with his tail.

Arthur blinked, looking down at the tail eyes going wide, then looking around at the bystanders. "E-G-Gil!" He lowered himself to a whisper. "can't you hide those?!"

"Um... Right..." He tucked his tail into his pants, "Ill have to just wear at hat when I'm solid."

Arthur sighed, pulling out a pin from his bag, handing it to the man. The pin read 'Cosplay Anon'. "...I got it from a friend... or... acquaintance rather, trying to get me to join a club... it will give less suspicion to your eyes, hair and horns.." He stated, before continuing on.

"Hey..." He looked a bit hurt, "I was born albino..." He glanced at the pin, putting it on.

"I didn't say it doesn't fit you," he said "I just said it'd help your appearance..." Arthur glanced back, smiling slgihtly. "I know your pain, somewhat. Have you seen my eyebrows?"

The Prussian was a bit distracted, touching his horns self consciously and started to fade a bit. "Ja. They're cute."

"Pff." Arthur then laughed slightly, shaking his head. "...You're the first one to say that. Ever." He watched his footing, crossing a street.

The Prussian hung a little back, still a little pouty. When he looked up his eyes went wide, seeing a car coming, "Arthur! Watch out!" He yelled pushing him out of the way onto the sidewalk.

"Hm?-" He next only felt the wind hit him, and being pushed to the side, hitting the pavement harshly.

Then a beep.

And then a car- He turned back quickly, worriedly to the street, thinking the worst. "Gilbert!"

End of chapter!
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As always, thanks for reading! (: