Yay! New story! And yes, the title friggin sucks XD I couldn't think of ooooone D: Anyways, I have big plans for this story and I'm super excited to be writing it! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the characters ;) Just the idea for this story~

Arthur liked his new house. It was a very old house, for American standards, but it was lovely. Just the way he liked it.

He had moved to America to get away from his eccentric family back in England, and happen to come upon the old house while he was going through a small town in Virginia, called Westmill. It had been just what he was looking for too, though it did need work.

The house stood tall, 3 stories, to be exact. He could picture the once proud house, back when it was built, in the 1700s, but now was a house with many broken windows, pealing paint, rotten wood and an over grown lawn. But that wasn't going to stop the English man. He was going to fix up the house to were it looked like it were brand new.

Arthur had talked to the realtor of the house, and after looking through the house and talking with the women, she sold him the house and given him the keys. He noted that even the keys to the house were very old. Skeleton keys. He would probably have to get them re-made. He was slightly worried that they might turn into dust from him handling them so much.

Arthur unlocked the front door; oak double doors, and stepped into the house. From the first time he seen it, there wasn't much left in it. There were a few beds and couches left in some of the rooms, but otherwise, the house was empty.

He was greeted with the smell of rotted wood and dust. He wrinkled his nose and went straight to the furniture that he had bought for the house. He hadn't bought much. Mainly stuff that would be a necessary for now, like a bed, a couch, toiletries, and kitchen stuff. He was more worried about fixing the house rather than buying pointless items that he didn't need for the house.

Arthur took the opportunity to explore the house a bit more. When the realtor had been showing it to him, she looked very nervous. He had only gotten to see a bit of the house, and the longer, and farther they went into the house, the more jittery she had gotten. He had tried asking her what was wrong, but she simply brushed of the subject.

Whatever it was, he wasn't concerned about it. He looked around the first floor, through all the rooms. He noted that so far there was one bathroom, that seemed much more modern than the rest of the house. He would probably take one of the many rooms and make another bathroom. One just wouldn't do.

When Arthur finally got to the 2nd floor, he strange feeling knotted in his stomach. He walked down the long hallway and noticed that one door was open, while the rest were closed. Ignoring the other rooms, he went to the room and walked in. A blast of cold air hit him like a brick in the face. He shivered and pulled on the sleeves of his sweater and looked around the room.

It had an odd smell to it. Not like the rest of the house. It smelt almost like gun powder, but Arthur wasn't quite sure. He also noticed that this room was not empty like the rest of the rooms. A small bed with an old, faded blue quilt was in there. The head board pushed against the wall with a small wooden night stand on the right side. Ivory colored curtains hung on the windows, grayed at the top from years of dust collecting.

Arthur walked to the window, that had a wooden chair beside it. He carefully pulled the curtain back and looked outside. He could see the extended land of the over grown front land, and could faintly see the town in the distance.

A chill ran through Arthur's spine, suddenly, and he spun around to see if something was behind him. He got the creeping feeling that he wasn't alone in the room, which put him on edge. It wasn't like he was scared of many things. Not ghosts, or monsters, or anything of the sort. Besides, he believed in magic and all of those things, so what reason was there for him to be afraid?

Suddenly feeling like he was intruding, he quickly left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He went down stares to the living room were the stuff he had bought still sat. He opened one of the boxes and pulled out a tea cup then went to another and fished out his favorite tea.

Walking into the kitchen, he prayed that the water would be on, and hot water at that. Thankfully it was, and filled the small tea cup and then placed the tea bag and let it sit. Normally, he would heat the water, but seeing as the microwave was currently boxed up, he would settle with only a slightly warm cup of tea.

He relaxed when he took a sip of his luke warm tea and leaned against the counter. Arthur was glad that he decided to buy the house. He can picture it fixed up, and it made him smiled into his tea cup. He was excited about it. But obviously, he would have a lot of work to do if he wanted the house to turn out that way, which wasn't going to happen if he sat around and drank tea.

He set the now empty tea cup down on the dusty counter top and went to work, moving his bedroom furniture to one of the rooms he had picked on the first floor.

But little did Arthur know, there were sky blue eyes, watching him curiously, as he moved into his house.

A/N: Soooo..? How do you like it? I know it's a little slow right now, but next chapter, things will begin to speed up :D You know what inspired me to write this? Well, my dad, his girlfriend and I are in Tennessee and we went to the lake in one of the towns and found a grave yard in the woods and we explored it. Well, near the end of it, I saw a grave of a 19 year old boy who died in 1799 and I thought 'dayum! This is an old grave!' and I got to thinking about the revolution (The hetalia version of course :3) and well bam! This idea popped in my head! Like, I even told my nana about it and she loves the idea! (It's oh so hard to impress her xD) Anyways, so here it is. Oh! And the town is made up XD :D

So, review please! I would like at least 10 reviews before I continue :D Thank you!