Author's notes: I told you I was going to write something funner and happier this time so here it is!

First off, this is done in a different writing style than Red Bracelets and Bitter. I hope that you enjoy it just as much or maybe more.

This is also an AU, but this time it's fantasy too.

There are multiple Parings in this including PruCan, GerIta, USUK, one sided PruIta, and one sided RusCan. Maybe more...

A note about the title; I love to give stories that are funny strange titles. That makes you think, what?

I would really appreciate it if you would review this and tell me what you thought of it.

The Possibility of Solid Air.

Chapter one

Invisible

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, get your ass back here!" Boomed Mr. Neumann, one of St. Hetalia Academy's science teachers, as he charged in hot pursuit after the lanky German teen. One lesson you should learn early on is to never teach Gilbert Beilschmidt any kind of prank worthy science or it will quickly get put to use for just that, a prank.

Gilbert bounded down the hallway, already a sizable distance from the overweight educator. The teen glanced over his shoulder and couldn't stop himself from laughing at the large man's furious and red face as he huffed along after him. Gilbert rounded the corner and dashed down the next hall.

Every person has likely experienced that instantaneous feeling of realizing that your face is about to make contact with the ground. That was the thought that past there Gilbert's head before he found himself sprawled out on the tile floor. The thought that followed went something like, "How the fuck did I trip on thin air?"

Red eyes surveyed the hallway from ceiling to floor in search of the instigator of his current dilemma. The thing -of sorts- that caught Gilbert's attention was the rippling wisps of, what better to call it, air, which waved like a heat mirage only a hair's length from his feet. Gilbert raised a quizzical eyebrow at the illusion in front of him.

It had to be something logical right. Gilbert might come up with some seriously ridiculous plans -most of the time- but, in the end logic usually won. He reached out his hand to test the air. As unimaginable as it may seem, his hand made contact with something, very physical.

From the place his hand touched spread the color red that faded out in to blue, peach, light yellow, and blue-violet. The form that materialized in front of him was a boy that Gilbert had great difficulty placing as anyone he may potentially know. Blue-violet eyes watched him over thin oval frames with surprise and something Gilbert believed was fear.

As much as the teen would thoroughly enjoy interrogating the boy an arm's reach in front of him, about what the hell he had just been witness to, he had not been given the time as angry Mr. Neumann, lumped down the hall in search of him. Gilbert leaped to his feet without delay and was goon out the door at the end of the corridor before Mr. Neumann could catch his breath.

!#$%^&*

Aldric Beilschmidt loomed over his eldest son with an expressionless rage. Gilbert was completely unaffected by the intimidating man. Over the short 18 years of Gilbert's life, he had grown used to reading the near expressionless face of his father. The teen stood, waiting for a chance to mouth a witty comeback to whatever nagging his father would deal out.

"Your teachers called and said that you were playing pranks in the science lab. Again." Aldric stated.

"Hay, all it was a little disappearing ink. A little thymolphthalein, some ethyl alcohol, sodium hydroxide solution, water," He listed then on his fingers. "It wasn't that big a deal, it disappears after it dries anyway," Gilbert gave his father one of those innocent, it-was-more-for-educational-purposes-smiles. It didn't get him out of trouble.

"If only you would really put this much effort in to your school work, you might have better grades," The elder Beilschmidt told him with a sigh. "Give me your cell phone and go upstairs and get me your Xbox." Aldric told Gilbert holding out his hand for the phone. The teen looked at him pleadingly, to no avail.

He handed over his phone and sauntered up the stairs to fetch his process game system. Gilbert was mentally musing how grateful he was that his father hadn't asked for his laptop too. when he reached the bottom landing, Xbox in tow, and saw that Aldric had the implement under one arm.

"Can I still go outside?" Gilbert asked hope in his voice.

"Nein," Aldric replied taking the console from Gilbert's less than willing hands. He had already learned years ago that when it came to his father, if he cooperated he would get out of punishment sooner. Gilbert turned back to the stairs, utterly disappointed to find Feliciano trotting down the stairs. If there was one thing in the world that could make Gilbert happy -well other than some things we won't mention- it was Feliciano.

The dainty Italian had a soft spot in Gilbert's heart. It didn't matter how horrendous his day had been, or how much he'd gotten in trouble, or anything, Feliciano made it better. Gilbert watched the little Italian leap from three steps up and land on the ground with a soft tap. It was almost as if the boy didn't weigh a thing, he made so little sound. If Gilbert had done the same thing, he would have hit the ground with a thud.

The odd thought was interrupted by Feliciano practically leaping onto the German, calling his name as he did so. Gilbert let himself forget everything that had gone on throughout the day. Overwhelming himself with the warmth and sent of garlic and Italian seasoning that just was Feliciano. To the German's disappointment, the comforting moment was cut sort.

"Get off him Feliciano," The blond told the Italian boy. Feliciano immediately complied and let go. The blond was Ludwig, Gilbert's younger brother. For reasons yet unknown, they shared little resemblances in both appearance and personality. Ludwig was much more muscular then Gilbert and had blond hair and blue eyes. Gilbert on the other hand had eyes that resembled rubies and hair that appeared to have no pigmentation to it at all. Characteristics of an albino, but he never burnt or even tanned.

Out of all the things that were wonderful about Feliciano, there was one thing that Gilbert couldn't stand. Feliciano adored Ludwig and followed him around like a lost puppy. As much as Gilbert wanted the little Italian boy's attention, everything he did to get it was viewed by his brother as annoying, and he was forced to leave the boy alone. In the years Ludwig and Feliciano had been friends Ludwig would go far out of his way to protect the boy from any kind of harm. Even if it was his own brother being as he saw it, irritating.

Gilbert made his way up to his room, his mind back on the boy from earlier that day. He shuffled about in the mess he called a room in search of a year book to see if he could find a photo of the blond in it. If the boy was a freshman or a transfer student this would be a wasted effort, but Gilbert couldn't resist the feeling that was almost like a need to know who the boy was.

After what felt like ages of searching, Gilbert located the illusive album. As well as managed to clean most of his room. He situated himself on the somewhat clean floor by his bed and opened the book. Scanning through each page he browsed for the blond. He stopped on a page of freshman from the year before. There was a boy that looked very much like the blond he'd met in the hallway. Gilbert laughed. Yes they did look a lot alike, but there was no way this boy was the one he had met earlier.

The name that read below the photo was Alfred F. Jones. Alfred was the ever so popular quarterback of the football team. He was a loud mouth and energetic guy with a charisma that attracted people to him. There was noway they were the same person. He flipped threw more pages.

Gilbert couldn't help but laugh at his own picture. Every time someone took a photo of him with the flash on, he looked even paler than he already was. This photo was exceptionally bad. When I say bad, I mean bad. All you could distinguish from him in the tiny photograph ware his eyes.

Near the end of the sophomore class in the W's, Gil found an empty square with only a name bellow it. Matthew Williams. Now wouldn't be funny if that was him and he was in the photograph, but just invisible. He thought about the name, it seemed familiar like he'd met the person before. The more he thought, the more it seemed that that was the boy from the hall way. In the end he decided he would find the boy tomorrow and find out for himself.

!#$%^&*

Thus far, all he'd managed to do all day was give himself a headache. Gilbert hadn't found the boy he'd encountered the day before. To avoid the noise in the cafeteria, during lunch he made his way to the garden on the roof to enjoy the nice spring air. He found a bench on the far side of the garden and flopped down on the seat, completely unobservant of the assortment of items around the bench; A backpack leaning against the side of the bench, an open set of drawing pencils on the seat beside him along with a lunch box.

Gilbert flung his arm back to drape it over the back of the bench, but found this somehow unachievable and that for some reason there existed such a thing as solid air that produced a quiet yelp when you made contact with it. Worm solid air to be precise. Soft air too.

Just as the day before; from the spot he touched materialized a form. For the awkward span of about thirty seconds, Gilbert found his hand on someone else's face and staring in to surprised pools of blue-violet. This moment came to a dramatic end, yes dramatic. Gilbert scrambled of the edge of the bench and tumbles to the ground, as did the other teen.

"Wha-w-w-what! What was that about?" the formally transparent boy stuttered out.

"What the hell! You're the one who's invisible!" Gil retorted back.

"That's...that's mean..." The once translucent boy muttered, drawing his legs up to his chest. "I'm not invisible... Why do people think that?" With every word the blond became more and more ghost like.

"Well because you are. Or at least turning that way at the moment."

"I'm not invisible!" he snapped back. In response to this Gilbert stood up and walked over to the faint boy. Form his pocket he drew -for a potential reason or another that he may own such a thing- a compact mirror and held it up to the flustered boy.

"Eh?" The boy took the mirror from Gil with eyes the size of silver dollars. "I... I am invisible!"

"See," Gil pointed out.

"That's amazing!" The boy returned to a visible state in an instant, as if he had been visible the whole time.

"I'm just guessing this, but your Matthew Williams, right?" Gilbert prompted. The blonds face lit up like the sun.

"You know my name?" he asked hope in his voice.

"Apparently so," Gil replied. "I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, but you probably already now that." Gil said proudly offering out his hand.

!#$%^&*

"Invisible?" Arthur asked raising one extremely bushy brow.

"Ja, invisible!" Gil told the Brit.

"And you're telling me this why?" Arthur questioned sounding rather unentertained.

"Because you know all about this magic shit," The German offered.

"You're referring to Mathew no doubt,"

"Yes!" Well this might not be as hard as he thought it would be to explain. "Wait then you knew about him?"

"Yes, I know about Matthew's ability to turn invisible and have since we were children," Gilbert stared at him. The Brit acted like this was normal, like magical powers were an everyday thing. "I suppose you want an explanation?" the blond Brit asked.

"No, Art I just come to talk to you about stupid shit because I have nothing better to do well grounded from everything fun." The German sarcastically replied.

"That is usually the reason you talk to me,"

"Touché!"

"Matthew has, for lack of better words, a gift. He's never been aware of it, and it takes effect when he feels like no one notices him." Arthur explained. Gilbert nodded in acknowledgment. "Not akin to your situation." Gilbert stiffened nervously.

"My situation?" he asked consciously.

"You're aware of what you're capable of, but fear what it can do," Arthur told him. Gilbert didn't say anything more about the subject and changed it instead. Well tried, but Arthur didn't let him finish the first sentence before interrupting.

"Don't change the subject! "He demanded and then went on. "Tack this as a warning. There are strange things happening in this town. Things ordinary people can't prevent. Only people with Gifts can understand what's occurring." He let out a weary breath. "There is only so much Lucas and I can do to prevent these things," Arthur didn't ask Gilbert for anything he just told him what was apparently happening. He didn't explain anything specific, which was kind of annoying, but Gilbert was happier not knowing. He would prefer not having to deal with strange happenings and instead go about his already awsome-ish life.

Author's notes:

Well how was it?

Can you guess what Feli's power is?

So I know what kinds of powers I'm going to give America, England, Russia, Japan, Italy and sort of Germany and Prussia, but I need some ideas for other characters. Got any Ideas? I'd love to hear them.

I would really appreciate it if you would review this and tell me what you thought of the story. Please?