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So for those wondering, the kids are now 60 and look 13ish.

Chapter 36: Nothing better to do

England's POV

While being dead may be mostly peaceful, there tends to be times when it can be boring. For instance, unless you want to you do not need to grow any food. There are no wars to be fought; unless you simply want to fight with eachother like Rome and Germania, but for the most part everyone stays calm or tries to hold onto whatever they did when they were alive.

Then there's me who often grows tired of this. In the years I had been here, I had read almost every book I could get my hands on, have filled my house with nettle-pointed cloths, and have a lovely garden that I tend to daily. Despite this, the only thing I have realized is that I tend to grow tired of these hobbies with no one to bother me. Due to this, several years ago when I learned the spell to look at the living I had made a commitment to see what all of my still living friends were up to; especially to see what my daughter Rose was doing. Whenever I would see what she was doing however, I would often end up annoyed. She still acted like me, like how she acted before I died, but recently as she has gotten older she has started acting more like France's bad points.

It was after another session of this that I sighed and began to shake my head. I still loved Rose, she was still my little girl, but I could not help but think that France was pulling her down the wrong path. I knew that France had not tried anything illegal on her, or at least I hoped not, but the Frenchmen still managed to annoy me; making me wish I could teach him to knock it off.

It was at this point that I thought of something. Why couldn't I teach him a lesson about not teaching our daughter to misbehave? It was not like I had anything better to do. All I needed to do was find the right way to do it.

Rose's POV

"Merde," France said while rubbing his behind. He was currently making lunch when it felt as if someone pushed him over.

"Is something wrong?"I asked while looking down at my father from my place at the counter.

"Oui…I guess. I must have just slipped," France said while getting up. I however frowned at this while staring at the counter in front of him. France noticed this and asked, "Is something wrong, Cherie?"

"Non, I guess not," I said while continuing to look at the counter, only to then quickly look away and continue chopping the vegetables.

The rest of the day was similar for France. The chair he sat in tipped on him, he spilled his wine on his new pants, he constantly felt cold drafts, and when he was making dinner the oven would not open; leading to the food burning and the smoke detectors going off.

"Are you sure everything's alright?" I asked that evening while watching him trudge up to his room due to the horrible afternoon.

"Oui. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Good-night Rose," France simply said while closing his bedroom door.

The next day was no better however. He awoke to find another horrible day filled with so many clumsy accidents that France could barely take it anymore. This had the effect of making me worry about him, but I was even more startled by the fact that I was worried about myself. That day I had awoken to the sensation of a long ago familiar scent and the blinds open by themselves, then after dinner a lost shoe I was looking for magically appeared in front of me.

After having the shoe appear, I paused for a moment and looked around. France had noticed this and asked, "Is everything alright?"

"I think so. Dad, you haven't angered a spirit have you?" I asked.

"Rose, how often do I have to tell you, ghosts and magic and things like that do not exist. I think you've been hanging out with Hiro and Kari too much," France said.

"Then how do you explain what's been happening to you?" I asked with a huff.

"It's just a streak of bad luck," France said as calmly as he could. I scowled to this and tied my shoes in place. I then left to play outside. sometimes I simply could not believe how close-minded my father was about ghosts and magic; often times I would wonder if he acted like this to mum also. As I thought about this, I laid down on the grass next to my rose garden and listened for any noise.

The wind blew, sounding almost as if a voice was trying to say something to me; a familiar voice which I had not heard in a very long time. The voice sounded as if from the person who used to wake her up and smelled like what I smelled that morning. After placing the pieces together I shot up and squeaked out, "Mum?"

The wind blew again, bringing to my nose the same smell of tea and toast from the morning and a sound as if someone was trying to say hello to me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath while trying to focus on what was happening. When I opened them I saw England smiling down at me.

"Mum? What are you doing here? How are you here?" I asked both surprised and scared.

"I thought that now would be a good time to visit you," England said while also sitting down before continuing, "I missed you, Rose. And I've been watching over you too."

"I see," I said while reaching out to England, only to stop and pull my hand away when I noticed it go through him. I then looked at him and asked, "So then why are you here?"

"Well, sometimes when someones dies if they were strong enough they can come back as ghosts."

"So then are you stuck here?" I asked slightly worried.

"No, I suppose you could just say that I was just a little miffed at France. He should be using more thought when raising you. That and let's just say that an eternity of peace isn't as enjoyable for someone who grew up on war."

I was silent for a moment after hearing this before asking, "So then could you have come back at any time?"

"Not exactly, dear. You see, me coming down from heaven to see you isn't like taking a train. Hell, I've only been here for a day and I'm already tired enough to go back. That's why we rarely come down. But we can still watch you guys from where we are," England explained.

"I see…so then are you going home soon?" I asked slightly disappointed. He gave me a sad smile for a moment before walking up to me and kissing my forehead. He then said, "Sorry, love, but yes. If you need me though, just know that I'm looking out for you."

With that he left as quickly as he showed up, not to show up again that day.

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