Disclaimer: Hetalia, I don't own. However, I do have pasta so I'm good. I recently discovered that I am like the Italy brothers in that I have an erogenous zone, on my sides. My best friend also discovered it, and now tortures me whenever I beat her in video games by grabbing my wrists and poking my sides. Wah! Right, fanfic. I had to bring something occult into this fic. I mean, we're talking Arthur. And I also love the occult.

"What is this place?" Arthur asked no one in particular. The room looked different now. It didn't look like a normal old storage closet. There was an dusty side-table with tarot cards on it that looked like it hadn't been touched in years. Next to it was a clearing in the middle of the room with what looked like a star in a circle that had been drawn in chalk many years ago. The room was full of fortune-telling equipment and all things occult. There was a spirit board, a crystal ball, even Rhabdomancy rods and boxes of books! Arthur guessed that the candles were for some sort of super natural ritual. But what really caught was the jade pendulum on the table. He'd dabbled with the occult arts when he was younger, and always was intrigued with pendulums, like what made them move. He looked around. Well, what harm would it do to ask it one question. He picked up the pendulum.

"What is yes?" It turned clockwise.

"What is no?" It turned counter-clockwise. Arthur pondered what his question would be. Maybe something about the divorce.

"Am I in love with Alfred?"

~Meanwhile~

Aflred ran all over the house. Where the hell was Arthur. Curse his dad for buying such a large house. He wasn't in the kitchen, not in the bedroom, much to Alfred's dismay, and he knew he couldn't be in his father's office. He came across the last hallway. There had to be like, 30 doors! Okay, more like 8, but that was still a lot, and Alfred would have to try every one. But he at least he wouldn't have to try the one on the end with the strange door and the apache tear obsidian doorknob. That door never opened, and he'd tried. It never budged. He started trying the doors.

No one in the first door, just an empty guestroom. Nothing in the second, it was completely empty. The third had a bunch of, uh, toys in it. He might have to remember that one. Fourth door, wow, that is a lot of vodka. An entire storage room just for vodka. He moved on to the fifth door. There were a bunch of pictures of his father when he was a child. Heh, his aunts were really pretty. Right, Arthur. Sixth door, it looked like an old art studio. That's weird. He had two doors left to try. In the seventh was some sort of lab with an alien in a tube in the middle of the room.

"I'll name him Tony." Alfred turned around for the last door other than the one at the end of the hall. He held his breath as he turned the doorknob. Another empty room. He left with his head held low. As he turned to head back to the entryway, he felt a cold rush of air penetrate his skin. He turned around. The door at the end of the hall was slightly ajar.

~Meanwhile~

"Am I in love with Alfred?" He asked the pendulum. The words had just slipped out. They'd come out of his mouth, but they weren't his. No, they couldn't be. Arthur suddenly felt aware that something was watching him. But there was no one else in the room. No one the he could see. Arthur began to feel a little panicky. What was going on? The jade began to turn... clockwise. Arthur stared at it in horror. "No, no!" He couldn't be in love, not so soon. And he'd just met Alfred, there was no way. Besides, even if he did, you know, have feelings for Alfred, there's no way he'd have feelings for him in return. Alfred was young, tall, handsome, and not to mention filthy rich. He was outgoing, charitable, and fearless, except for that one thing that Arthur still had yet to figure out. He was the complete package. Arthur was short, cynical, and three years older. No way he would be interested in him. Not that it mattered, because there was no way that he liked Alfred.

"Arthur! Are you in here!" Arthur jumped as light poured into the room. He turned to the source and saw Alfred standing in the doorway. His face was wet with sweat and his brow was furrowed with worry. Arthur just stared at him, looking as scared and confused as he felt. In the blink of an eye, Arthur felt Alfred's warm arms wrap around him, pulling him into the taller mans chest, so he close he could hear the heartbeat and smell the coffee on Alfred's jacket. Why did this feel so right? Arthur hadn't notice, but his arms raised too, around Alfred's lower back. He was frightened. So incredibly frightened. He hadn't been alone. Something had been watching him. Something had drawn him to the door. He hated to admit it, but he felt safe in Alfred's warm embrace.

"I was so scared!" He blurted. Alfred looked up, confused. He saw the candles all over the room.

"Hey, how did those get lit?" He asked. Arthur looked up, still not letting go.

"There were some matches in your pockets. I used them to light some candles for light, sorry I wasted three of your matches." Alfred put his hands on Arthur's shoulders and pushed him back to look in his eyes.

"What are you talking about? I only use lighters. Besides, I checked that there were nothing in the pockets before I gave them to you." Alfred responded. Arthur felt the color drain from his face. "By the way, how did you get in here."

"The door was unlocked." Arthur answered.

"That's weird. I've lived here for years and I've never been able to get the door open." Alfred replied. Something weird was going on here. How did the matches get into Arthur's pockets? And why did the door open for him?

"Let's get out of here!" The Brit urgently requested. This place was creepy, and he wanted to get away from it as quickly as possible. He pulled on the younger man's wrist to get him out of there.

"Wait! What's going on!" Alfred ripped his arm away. Arthur had been acting funny since he found him. He looked as white as a sheet and hadn't struggled out of Alfred's hug, which, don't get me wrong, he liked, but something was just not right about this. Arthur turned around with a slight gasp and looked Alfred in the eyes. His mouth hung slightly open and his eyes were wide open.

"I don't know." Arthur told him in a completely serious tone. "But I don't want to find out.

Creepy, eh. I love all that supernatural stuff. Pendulums are some of my favorites, my friend has a jade one. I've been skipping meals to get writing in, but today I ate 2! Normally I just eat dinner when I'm really busy. I'll try to update again tomorrow. And remember, you can still vote on Franada or Prunada, also known as PruCan. It stands at Franada: 3 PruCan: 12. Facts!

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