Hey guys long time no see! This one's shorter, and I'll post the next one soon. It's just I've been soo busy lately, I'm usually at my job or sleeping. It's strenuous but I just came back from AnimeFest a few days ago and wrote this with you guys on my mind. So hope you like, please REVIEW, so I know at least SOMEONE is reading, even if it is just one person, that's enough for me to continuing:)

I do not own hetalia. And I used Google Translate...well you know how that goes...


"Mommy, why did nana move from that pretty house in Pennsylvania?" I asked.

"There was a ghost in the house, she could smell it, and she said she was too old to deal with that stuff anymore." My mother explained.

"She could… smell… a ghost?"

"Yes, it runs in the family, skips a generation, I don't have it so YOU MUST HAVE IT!" She said in a spooky voice.

"No, no , no, I don't want it! Mom! I'm too scared!" I cried, like Russia when Belarus was kicking the door open.

"Haven't seen any ghost have you?" She questioned rubbing my back.

"No." I shook my head.

"Then maybe, it's passed on to your brother? Would that be better?"

"Uh…no." I sighed.

"Then deal with it." I heard her say hollowly, "WHELP! Time to make din-din, how about some chicken adobo with rice?"

"HELL YEAH!" I shouted in joy.

"Alexis! Language!" She barked.

"Holle Ja!" I changed and smirked as she chased me around with a shoe. "Just kidding! Just kidding!" I yelled.

"I know…" she smirked, then tackled me and tickled me.

"NOoOoOoOoO!" I screamed, successfully pushing her off me violently as usual. " I HATE BEING TICKLED!" I growled.

"I wasn't tickling you! Bloody hell!" He held his nose. " I woke you up to tell you that we're finally here, you git! America why do you have to be so large?" England said shaking me, interrupting my sleep.

"Honhonhonhon~ How would you know?" I heard France.

"Ew, France!" I groaned, it's too early for this!

"Dude it wasn't even that much states! Try traveling from Florida to Washington by car!" America complained.

"Where are we staying?" I trying to stand, but failing. Having to have the help Japan to escort me out of the now stinky RV. I mean so many people one RV, several days.

"You are going to stay in a motel, we can afford one room." England explained. "I'm sending the others to gather those ingredients, you're staying here with me and Japan. Since we have a background of these paranormal things, that and no one here can understand him."

"Hai, I will do my best." Japan said. I could understand him perfectly fine must be the bilingual mother thing.

"Hey she's my daughter too! I wanna stay!" America whined.

" I-I did NOT have a child with you! We aren't like that!" He defended, America crossed his arms and raised a brow smugly, and looked like he was going to say something when the Brit interrupted when he regained his composure. "And this is your country! No one knows how to drive on your bloody motorways!" I noticed England had a small tint of pink across his cheeks, heh, is this USUK, I see? I think so~

"Motorways? What's that?" America raised his brow again but seriously this time, I think he means a freeway? Or maybe a highway?

"Just drive off the cark park and be gone!" He said flicking his wrist at him, then pushing me along.

"Car park? You mean a junkyard? Wait, dude, you seein' things again? Like…fairies?" America tucked his hands in his jacket pockets and leaned incredibly close to England's face.

"Just sod off, okay?!" He scoffed, scooting away, red as a rose.

"They fight rike ord married coupre." Japan commented oddly.

"Hai." I agreed.

"Whatever…Alexis! I'm going to do this once understood? And for a week understood?" He looked serious all of a sudden.

"Um…sure?" I shrugged and waited as England stretched for a bit then placed his hands firmly on my shoulders.

"Matte! You aren't…" Japan protested.

My body started to feel tingly. I looked to a car window and saw my bruises disappear. England hunched over and started to breathe hard, but did not release my shoulders. I watched in horror as my bruises started to appear on him. I immediately slapped his arms away.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you do that?!" I shouted, taking a sigh of relief when the bruises disappeared from his face.

"Magic requires you to be focused! You can't possibly do that if your this injured, I have been practicing through wars_" He tried to explain, looking a bit worried,

"No, and that's that. I will learn to fight through it." I stomped my foot like a child. Sure, it was childish but really, no!

"You're more hurt than you lead us on to be, and we all know it. Let me for the time being, I heal faster than you anyhow! So put your pride away!"

"No." I pouted.

"Alexis Kirkland Carter! Don't get cross with me!" He yelled.

"Kirkland? How about Jones?" I blinked.

"You're just like your father!" He crossed his arms and pouted.

"Ah!" I perked up catching his rather sudden admittance.

"Come off it. It is noble of you but…now is not the time to be the hero, accept my gift to you in order to save us. Think ahead before doing anything else rash, magic is that way if you don't think ahead you'll end up worsening the situation. Think first, hm?" He kneeled down a bit to get to my level. As if I was a child! Cheh! But still…he had a point.

I'm sorry

"Fine for one week only." Geez, my mouth has a mind of it's own!

"I'll probably have already healed by then…" He half chuckled and complained before positioning his hands on my shoulders again and took the 10,000 pounds of hurt off my shoulders, after that Japan thought it best that we put him to bed with a bottle of whiskey.

"Okay, we'rr start with something simpre. How about righting a candre?"

"A what?" I shouted.

"A candre." He sighed messing with some hair that was dangling in his face.

"Oh? Wait? What how will that help?"

"Just do it for now. We'rr get into how later." He seemed a bit annoyed, but I don't blame him being in a foreign place without the comforts of home, fate being held by a 16 year old.

"Hai." I sighed.

"Repeat after me: Watashi ga yobikake…" The rest was just Blah Blah Blah to me, Japan was being more irritated than I thought, kind of like that one blunt asshole in those reverse harems, you know the ones like "you're annoying" and "I don't waste my time with useless things." Yep. Who knew, when it comes to being a teacher Japan's no joke, respect and discipline are big with him. I can't even say "Sure, Japan." It's "Hai, sensei. Wakarimashita!"

"Watashi ga yobikake the fire spirits to light this fucking candle already!" I growled. When a stick came down on my hand. "OW! The fuck is your problem."

"Where is you're pride? It is a refrection of your famiry name when you don't perform you're best on such cruciar material." Pride, honor? I've never thought of that in my entire life, it's not in my culture to think of such things, just do what you feel is right, and respect and understand your elders and others.

"Hai, wakarimashita. Gomenasai." I sighed again, this was taking much more energy than I thought it would… I'm speaking words yet it's so draining, that or these Pringles America left me, are making me dehydrated.

"Japan, that's enough. I'll get her." England emerged limping face kind still dusted with a drunken blush.

"Hai." He nodded and proceeded inside.

I felt a hand on my back pushing me towards a car. I heard labored breathing from England as he guided me, why is he trying so hard to move? I could see the beads of sweat roll down his face and that black eye was struggling to open. England was stubborn but not this stubborn, he has a sense of urgency. I was going to ask about where he was pushing me when I heard the jingling of keys as he slipped them into my hand.

"I had my suspicions for a while but this confirms it, that's not our Japan." He said between breaths. "Don't look , he's watching us. We must make contact with the others, I thought it odd that he does his 'papers' through the phone. Also Japan went to take a call in the hall before the meeting started, ouch, I should've known. I'm sorry for putting you in harms way."

"It's fine, don't blame yourself. I should've known. That bastard Canada told me about him, and then his brother said he killed him, and ugh! This is what I get for not thinking ahead." I scolded myself as we walked further into the parking lot.

"Canada? What are you doing here?" I asked, and answered with a prompt re-slamming of my face into the wall.

"Killing our player one versions of course."

"You told?" I asked.

"No, I didn't have to, Japan snuck in your house to retrieve the ring from your room that first night, and saw you there still and the TV running through Hetalia without any characters, we put two and two together." He explained.

"Damn it! Which ones the car?" I asked hurriedly feeling as if we were being chased,

"The one furthest back, the silver Mercedes." England exhaled, he didn't look like he'd make it especially at the distance we still had to go.

"Sumimasen, where are you going igirisu-san?" Japan's voice said eerily like on the father on that RPG Mad Father. He stood at least 20 feet away from us, holding a katana and a Oni mask. "I rike to pray games, it's most entertaining and shows ones character. How about we pray?" He unsheathed his sword, I could feel England buckle unable to keep himself standing without me. "Yosh, how about Kakurenbo? Hide and seek. I'll be it. One….Two…" He pulled on his Oni mask. "Three."

We didn't even have to say it, one glance at each other and he knew I wasn't going to leave him. And no matter how far, I'd stay with him despite the odds. But we went for it reguardless, running like mad men, despite our pain toward a glimmer of hope a small margin that could have no error. If we stopped, we'd be dead for sure. Yet still…

"Go without me."

It was then that first blood was shed.