Here's the next scene~! I don't own Hetalia nor the Christmas Carol. If I did, the ghost of Charles Dickens would be haunting my ass right now and Hima would be sad that I took his idea. D:
btw, in full honesty, I'm not sure if the script I'm using is the original. This story's been adapted and rewritten and parodied sooo many times~! D: But, thanks for reminding me of that little detail, Kayzz. ^_^
DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG.
The bell tolled one.
Arthur scrambled to his bed and closed the curtains.
No. He wasn't ready for another ghost yet! Maybe if he just hid under the blankets it'll just go away...
If Arthur was actually looking up, he would see a small glowing figure floating outside his curtains.
"Mr. Kirkland~! Time to get up~!" said a high and childish voice.
Arthur groaned. "You won't go away, will you?"
"Nope!"
Arthur pulled back the curtain at straight at the first ghost.
It was just a kid. A floating, glowing, white-robed, gender-neutral-chibi-thing with a haircurl.
"Are you one of the ghosts who has come to visit me?"
"Si!"
"Who and what are you?"
"Ve~! I am the Ghost of Christmas Past~!"
"Long past?"
The ghost pointed at him. "Your past."
"A-And what are you doing here?"
"Your welfare." Arthur started freaking out again. "I-I mean your reclamation! Si! Let's go with that!" The ghost grabbed Arthur's arm and led him to the window. "Let'sa go!"
Arthur just gave him a blank look. "I can't fly."
"You can fly as long as I'm here~!"
As soon as Arthur got out of the window, the city started fading. In its place was a small town. A town covered in a thin layer of snow, with boys running around. A town with a bridge and a river. A town that made Arthur gasp in shock.
"I-I was raised here!" Right before Arthur was about to call out to his old friends, the ghost stopped him.
"Ve~, they can't see us. They're just shadows."
Arthur looked around with a wide smile on his face. "There! Lukas and his brother! We used to try and cast spells together. And there's Lars and his sister, Bella! Them with their tulips..."
"Do you miss it?"
Arthur blushed furiously and crossed his arms. "O-Of course I don't! Idiot!"
Tsundereee...
"Let's go to some other time then."
The town faded too. Instead, it was a store. Behind the counter was a German man with a stern look on his face.
"Is that...? Oh my god, it's Ludwig."
Ludwig looked up from his work. "Arthur. Vlad. You're late."
Right on cue, a younger version of Arthur and his fellow-apprentice ran into the room.
"I'll forgive you two for today. It is Christmas."
Ludwig got up and led them across town. He opened up the door to a building, and suddenly the three were blasted with music from inside.
There was music and dancing inside. The room was decorated with holly, and Christmas lights, mistletoe, and every Christmas decoration imaginable. There was a feast at the table. The people dancing were happy, and laughing, and healthy, and having the time of their lives.
"Have fun." Ludwig said as he left his apprentices.
Younger-Arthur was left alone for about 5 minutes before someone passed him. It was a girl with long silver hair. She had light colored eyes and a tiny scar on her left cheek. She moved with the grace of a dancer as she passed him.
Younger-Arthur immediately scrabbled after her. "W-Will you dance with me?"
The girl raised an eyebrow before she smirked. "Alright. Just be sure to keep up."
As Arthur's younger version and the girl started dancing, the ghost started talking. "Ah, Maria. Ludwig's sister. Wasn't she the girl you liked?"
"Yes... a long time ago..."
"Oh! Ve! I'm running out of time!"
The scene faded again. They were in a park covered in snow. Maria was standing in front of a Younger-Arthur with a serious look on her face.
"Arthur. It's over. There's someone else."
"But who?"
"Someone awesomer than you."
"But I'm making money for you. For us!"
"You're not getting rich for us. You're getting rich just to get rich. Am I right?"
"Even if I grow older and grow smarter, my feelings won't change for you."
"But mine will." Maria turned away from the Englishman. "Have a nice life."
Arthur was crying. Both of them.
"I've seen enough. Take me home."
"Oops. I forgot his love-life sucks," the ghost said to himself. "I'm afraid I can't do that. The script says you have to see one more."
The scene faded once again. Maria was at a dinner table with man. Her husband. He was a stern-looking brunette with glasses.
"I saw an old friend of yours today."
"Who?"
"Guess."
Maria thought for a sec. "...Don't tell me it was Arthur!" she laughed.
"Yes. I was walking by his bank and I saw him still in there. Working. And I heard that Mr. Bonnefoy was ill. Poor man."
"That is enough!" Arthur snapped. "Take me home."
The little chibi-ghost started crying. "Ve! Don't get mad! This stuff already happened!"
"Just take me home."
The scene faded. Arthur was in his own room again. The ghost floated back towards the window.
"Ve! Arrivederci!" the little ghost said. "And Merry Christmas!" He faded away.
Arthur was dead-tired. He was about to rest his head on the pillow when-
DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG.
The clock struck one. Again.
Me: Here's your chapter! A lot of you were close. ^^" But had Italy in the wrong place. I'll let you guess for Present-Ghost, though. Hint: I split the role, so two nations are doing it.
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