I don't own Hetalia.

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Alfred woke in the middle of the night, which was strange for him. He was a really deep sleeper, and once he was out he wasn't coming back. For a few confusing seconds he just sat there, wondering why he was awake.

Then he heard the gagging.

Alfred leaped up, and just as quickly as he got up he was down again, having tripped over his blanket. Pulling himself up he ran quickly as he could to the bathroom.

He knelt by his brother, trying to comfort him and not touch him at the same time. Alfred grabbed the mouthwash and held it out to his brother. "So what set it off?"

Matthew rinsed his mouth out, spat into the toilet, flush, and groaned. "The bedroom. I-It was like I was back there, a-and I could hear screaming, and I was so cold. God Alf, I'm so sorry. After you worked so hard... I'm so sorry."

Alfred smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Dude, don't worry. I get it. I'll get grab your blanket and we'll have a slumber party in my room tonight. Me, you and Kuma will spend the night talking about celebrities, and boys, and how rad those shoes are-"

Matthew snorted. "You're ridicules Alfie."

"Yeah, well so's that nickname. Be right back." Alfred smiled at his brother and walked into the room, and sighed. Great. I just made things worse... Sighing he grabbed the blanket off the bed. He walked back into the bathroom, grabbed his brother, and pulled them both into his own bedroom. Alfred wrapped the blanket around his older brother and pulled them both into bed. After they were both comfortable Alfred turned to Matthew. "Hey, Mattie? Where's Kuma?"

Matthew shrugged and curled himself into a ball. "Where he came from, I guess. I'm sure he'll be back soon..."

Alfred nodded and fell asleep, his older brother following soon after.

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Alfred woke up the way he always did: all over. Matthew was curled next to him on his side, with Kuma in his arms. Alfred fought to untangle himself from the mess of blankets without waking up the Wendigo, but luck wasn't on the American's side and soon both brothers were in their bathroom taking their pills.

When they got down to the kitchen Alfred spotted his brother's hair and laughed. "Nice bedhead."

Matthew ignored his brother and picked up a pan. "Why does this pan say 'Ghost Wear' on it?"

Alfred's face lit up. "Okay, you know how ghosts can interact with supernatural objects like corporeal beings can with real objects?" Matthew nodded. "Okay, so stuff made by that company are made of this special material that ghosts can interact with. They have their own clothing line too."

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "But don't most ghosts appear in the clothes they died in?"

"Well, yeah. But they can wear the clothes over top of them. It's a start..."

Matthew made a small noise, put the pan down, and grabbed another one. He mutely grabbed the flour and milk.

Alfred snorted. "Dude, you need a coffee."

Matthew shook his head. "My stomach can't handle it."

The American looked at his brother amazement. "Dude, really?"

Matthew grabbed a mixing bowl. "Or donuts."

Alfred winced. "Dude, do you know what I would do if I couldn't have donuts anymore?"

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Kill yourself?"

"Yea-" Alfred's eyes went wide. "Jesus, Mattie, I swear to god I didn't mean that!"

Matthew touched Alfred's shoulder briefly. "It's okay. You didn't mean it. Like all those rape jokes people say without any thought."

Alfred winced and nodded, filing that away for later. He grabbed the ingredients that would be used for pancakes and he helped his older brother make the fluffy delights.

When they were finished they sat down at the table and Matthew poured pure maple onto his pancakes while Alfred spread something light brown into the pancakes.

"Is that peanut butter?" Matthew asked with a wrinkled nose.

Alfred grinned. "Amish peanut butter. It's delicious. I wish you could try some."

Matthew shrugged. "More for you."

Just as Alfred was about to take a bite the phone rang. Growling Alfred bit down on his knife before getting up and answering the phone. While he was gone Kuma hopped up onto Alfred's chair and started sniffing Alfred's breakfast. "Please pass the syrup."

Matthew raised an eyebrow before shrugging and sliding the syrup, and watched at the bear managed to open the top and pour some on pancake. He ate before Alfred came back, sitting on the ground and licking his sticky paws.

Alfred came back into kitchen smiling. "Hey, Mattie, what do you think about vampires and ghosts?" He went to sit down, and frowned when he saw the cake gone. He glared at Mattie, who pointed at Kuma, who was trying to get on Matthew's lap. Alfred rolled his eyes before grabbing about pancake and the peanut butter.

"Why?" Matthew asked feeding Kuma off his fork.

"A friend of mine is a councilor, specializing in marriage and Ghost-human Anchoring counseling. Apparently they're more alike then you would think. Anyway, she has this naked french ghost attached to this British vampire, and they don't have anywhere to stay so she was wondering if she could tell them about this place."

Matthew bit his lip. "N-Naked?"

Alfred waved his hand. "Don't worry. I'm pretty sure we have clothes that would fit him." The American's face lit up. "Hey! I can get him a job!" He ran out of the room, before running back in. "Yeah, Franny need's a ghost model!"

Matthew tilted his head. "You can get them jobs?"

Alfred nodded. "Yeah, when ever employers need supernatural beings for jobs they contact me with the job description what kind of being they need for the job, and my friend Franny, she's runs a supernatural clothing line called Unnatural, needs a ghost model."

"What about the vampire?"

Alfred bit his lip. "Well, because the ghost is Anchored on the vampire they have to be close to each other, so maybe I can talk Franny letting him be a model too, or at least work at the shop."

Matthew reached to grab another pancake. "Should I get a job too?" Suddenly there was a hand tight on his shoulder. "Alfred?"

His younger brother's mouth was smiling, but his eyes were wide. "If you get a job, then who will help me here?"

"Alfred? Are you... scared?"

Shamefully Alfred looked down. "I-I don't want to lose you again. Bad things happen to supernaturals."

"But you're not worried about the vampire and the ghost?"

"The vampire's been a vampire since 1837. The ghost has been a ghost since 1923. You've only been a Wendigo for two years, and you've been out for about a day. Plus you're my brother."

Matthew grabbed Alfred's hand. "Al-"

Alfred face lit up again. "So we gonna let them move in or not?"

The Canadian sighed. "Nice change of subject."

"So that's a yes?"

"Sure."

"Be right back then." Alfred went ran back into the other room, and Matthew sighed and went back to eating.

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Elizabeta was contemplating murder. Not that it would really be murder in the eyes of the law, seeing as both people were already dead.

"Arthur, you should really look at this!"

"Bloody hell frog, you know that I can survive in the sun- no wait, stop pulling!"

"Oh come on Arthur. It cannot be that bad."

"Francis do you want me to bloody die!"

"Would you two knock it off!" Elizabeta shouted her tail curling.

"I am so sorry you have to share this stuffy car with this equally stuffy man. I am so happy that I am here to correct this problem. My aura is so beautiful that it balances out of the drab."

"Where here," Elizabeta said. She almost jumped out of the car, and she opened the door for Arthur. Francis flew through both of them. "A very nice house."

"Alfred it's Elizabeta," the brunette called out.

The door opened and two blondes stepped out, one wear a leather jacket and the other holding a polar bear. As soon as Matthew saw the ghost he blushed and turned away.

Francis chuckled. "It's alright, mon ami. You can look all you want."

Alfred wrinkled nose. "Hey Mattie, why don't you go try to find him some clothes."

"My pleasure."

As Matthew walked off, and Alfred turned to look at the cloak covered vampire. "Okay dude. Let's get you inside so you wont burn to death, 'kay?" Alfred put an arm around Arthur and led him into the house. "So Liz how was the ride?"

"Horrible. They were arguing the whole way here."

Matthew came back and threw some clothing Francis. "Well, that's what happens when you have to spend an eternity with someone."

Elizabeta sighed. "Speaking of spending an eternity with someone my husband's waiting for me at home. I should probably get back."

Alfred waved. "Say 'hi' to Roderich and Gilbert for me, okay?"

The dӕmon smiled. "Don't worry, I will."

As Elizabeta left Alfred turned back to the others. "Okay boys. Let's go over some rules."

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Ludwig cursed. It was pouring, and he was out looking for Blackie. His idiot brother had been convinced by the dog to let him out, and when Gilbert did that he took off, so now he and Gilbert were searching the city for the cunning dog.

"Blackie!" Gilbert yelled, causing Ludwig to wince.

"Ludwig!"

The brothers froze. "Did the dog answer you?"

Gilbert groaned. "Idiot. Blackie doesn't speak like that."

"Ludwig!"

Around the corner walked to small men with brown hair, and the taller one was holding onto a struggling dog.

Ludwig raced towards the dogs. "Blackie! Thank you!"

The smaller one smiled. He had lighter brown hair and tan skin, while the taller one had dark brown hair, green eyes, and olive skin. "No problemamo!"

"Next time keep better track of your dog."

The smaller one frowned. "Don't be so mean fratello." He turned back to Ludwig. "My name's Feliciano Vargas, and this is my older brother Romano. We found your dog chasing my friend's kitty."

Ludwig paled. "I am so sorry. I'm Ludwig and his is my older bruder Gilbert."

Gilbert knelt to Blackie's level. "Hello. Guess who got me into trouble? You did you bastard."

Feliciano frowned. "You shouldn't call him-" the Italian sniffed the air. "You don't smell good," he told Ludwig.

Ludwig bushed and sniffed his sleeve. Gilbert stood and smelled him too. "I don't think you smell."

Feliciano frowned. "You smell like blood and concrete." He reached into his pocket, and pulled out piece of paper, wrote something down, and handed to Ludwig. "If you need anything please call me. And here," he reached into his pocket again, and pulled out two small metals. "Saint Micheal the Archangel, to protect against demons. Have a good night, and God bless you!"

Ludwig and Gilbert watched the brothers walk away. Gilbert snorted. "Those charms would have been useful about eleven years ago."

Ludwig looked at his brother, who had been a dӕmon for eleven years, after him and two friend decided to summon a demon using an ouija board. It took two weeks for them to get unpossesed, and they were never the same again.

Gilbert smiled as Ludwig threw the metal aside. "These might hurt you."

Gilbert sighed, and threw an arm around his brother's shoulder. "Come on, the rest of the dogs are waiting for us.

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Fourth chapter!

Okay, Gilbert, Elizabeta, and Roderich are all dӕmon, which means they were possessed and infected by demon magic. Which technically means that Matthew might be a dӕmon too... they were all possessed by different demons. Matthew was possessed by a Wendigo spirit (which might be concerted a demon too), and has some of the abilities of the Wendigo spirit. Gilbert has the ability to talk and understand animals, but he's incredibly gullible when it comes to animals, and pretty much does whatever they say... I'm not entirely sure what Elizabeta and Roderich can do yet, I need to figure what kind of demons possessed them... not that I know what kind of demon possessed Gilbert... I just thought that ability would be funny.