In Which an Ectoplasmic Visitor Appears
America was halfway home when he heard it.
At first, he figured it was just the wind, or his radio, but as it got clearer, he realised that it was, in fact, a running commentary on his driving skills and the general landscape, interspersed with a steady stream of cuss words almost as bad as England's.
And it was coming from the back seat of his car.
America really, really hoped it was just Canada being his stupid invisible self again, but it never hurt to check, right?
Hardly daring to breathe, he pulled over to the side of the road and turned around in his seat.
There was a blob in his car.
A radioactive blob.
It was a good thing America had pulled over, because the instant he saw the thing in his car, he ran straight out through the door.
Unfortunately, he completely forgot to open the door first, so he literally ran straight through it.
After the pain had dulled, the car door was fixed and he'd come back to his senses, he opened the back door and peered inside.
The blob was still there.
And it was transparent.
America slammed the door.
After about half-an-hour of sitting on the ground hyperventilating, America realised that if he was ever going to get his car back (it was a nice one, too. Customised and everything), he would probably need to call for some kind of help.
Not England, of course. He'd probably keep it and hide it in his bed on Halloween. Maybe Norway or Romania would help him. He was pretty sure Canada had their numbers, though, so he'd have to swear them to silence, and that was always so fiddly. One misspelt clause and the whole agreement was void.
…Maybe it was a friendly ghost?
Once again, not much of a chapter. More will be forthcoming, I promise.
These will not be Mary Sues. I tried to write a Mary Sue, and nearly died. So these are going to be very poorly described, mostly faceless characters with minimal defining characteristics.
The problem with the Hetalia fandom is that there are about a hundred characters and a bazillion countries, states, lakes, etc, so there are spaces for just about every OC imaginable. I swear to god though, the first person to make an OC personification of a road will be shot.
