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My eyes shot open. What just happened? I sat up in bed, looking around with confusion.
Are you really him?Heh… you'll find out eventually~
That's right. Last night I had seen Gilbert, but it turned out that I couldn't tell if he was real or hallucination. He seemed so real, and full of every aspect of himself. Though, why was he see-through? Nothing made much sense right now.
I sat up, realizing that I had slept with my clothes on, how idiotic. Getting up out of bed, I found my way to the kitchen, to find someone there. "Elizabeta." I said aloud, wondering why she was in my kitchen.
She turned around, looking a bit flustered. "Oh, I was just… coming over to make you breakfast, you know… to apologize for the idio-I'm terribly sorry. I shouldn't call him that. I mean your brother's death."
I sighed. "Fine." I said, sitting at the table, hair hanging in my face. "Do what you must."
Her cooking isn't awesome enough to apologize for my death. It sucks.
"Shhh, Gilbert, she'll hear you!" I hissed
Elizabeta turned around. "Huh? Who will I hear?" She asked, confused.
"Nothing! Nothing!" I said, flustering up a little.
She can't hear me. Only you can.
I wrote down on a napkin: that makes you sound like more of a hallucination then real.
Heh…
Gilbert showed himself again, walking over to Hungary, and putting up two fingers behind her head. "Kesesese, I'm giving her bunny ears and she can't even hit me with a frying pan."
Honestly, he was acting so childish.
Elizabeta walked over. "I made waffles. I'm sorry that it's nothing too complicated."
"It's fine…" I said, nodding in appreciation. "Danke."
"Your welcome." She said, eyes softening. "Are you doing alright?"
I looked at the ghostly figure of Gilbert standing behind her, and bit my lip. "I'm fine. Thanks again…"
"Alright." She said, smiling. "It's good that you're doing better. I'm going to go back home now. Take care, and enjoy the waffles."
As soon as she left, I turned to Gilbert. "Were those actions really necessary?"
"Of course they were. I was having fun." He replied, a sly smile on his face.
I stood up, walking over to him, and tried to place a hand on his shoulder, but it
went right though him. "G-Gil!" I exclaimed somewhat surprised.
"Oh… right, I forgot. No one can touch me." He said, eyes saddening a little.
"East…" I murmured, looking sympathetic.
"Don't pity me." He said, shaking his head. "I never want to be looked down upon."
And so I didn't, or tried not to.
…
Even that day, when Gil looked so real, it still felt like something was missing, and I continued aching in pain. It still didn't seem whole, no matter how much I talked to his ghostly form.
Why couldn't I just get over this?
It was nighttime, and I looked out my window eyeing the stars. Wishing on a star… I had never done it before, but maybe I could give it a try tonight.
I wish that Gilbert could be real again.
I shook my head. Those things don't actually work. I don't even believe in them. What was I doing? I sighed, crawling into bed. Maybe tomorrow things would look up for once. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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