Hello, all! This is my very first fanfic ever! I'm so excited! Well, i hope you enjoy, it probably sucks because it is my first...oh, well i'll shut up now!
Ugh, bad prologue thing is bad...
By the way, i (obviously) do not own hetalia or any movies i might make reference to. Just pointing it out.
England watched the American, torn between annoyance and amusement.
"You want me to do WHAT with you? Why?"
"Like, dude I watched this scary movie called 'Paranormal Activity 3' and I want to do that 'Bloody Mary' thing. You know where you stand in front of a mirror, say 'Bloody Mary' 3 times and turn off the light? It'll be SO awesome and scary!"
"Yes, I heard you the first time, but you haven't answered my question: Why do want me to attend this little 'ritual' with you?" The Brit crossed his arms and stared at America, who started fidgeting slightly.
"Well, OBVIOUSLY, this thing is supposed to be a myth or whatever, so I want to bring you along so you can totally be a witness to me being THE HERO and summoning a real, live ghost!" America answered with his obnoxious laugh, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He may have looked tough but England saw through him.
"You're just terrified to be alone with a ghost." He smiled slightly, "You're such a git, oh and ghosts can't be real OR live technically since they're the souls of the DEAD."
America scoffed, "It takes one to know one" He retorted.
"What the hell does that mean?!" .
"well, you're, like, eyebrows deep in the 'magic arts' and stuff, right? So, can't you naturally see ghosts or something?"
England's eye twitched at America's little joke but he kept his cool, honestly where did he go wrong when raising this imbecile? "Ghosts ARE real and just because i can 'see' stuff like that doesn't make me the equivalent to one! Honestly!" He stood up and mumbled something in Scottish English, one of the only things he inherited from his big brother, and started to walk out. He turned to face the American, "fine I'll come but you have no idea what you're getting yourself into." All the better reason to go, he thought to himself. He should at least be there to try and stop America from doing anything majorly stupid. And the myth was OBVIOUSLY fake.
Wasn't it?
Yes! First chapter done! Sorry about the length, most of my chapters will be longer, i promise.
Scottish English is a real language spoken in Scotland, I did not make that up, i just thought it would be cool to add a little of England actaully like "inheriting" something from when he lived with Scotland, so Voila!
Anyway hope you liked! Reviews and criticism are always welcome! :)