A/N: Hetalia is not mine, only the story idea.


Alfred stopped moving all together. His brother had just told him that his friend Daniel, who was standing right in front of him, breathing, talking, living, was dead. He forced out a chuckle, but his mind was racing. Dead? That can't be right. Daniel's right in front of me. He looked up at his friend. Daniel looked alive to him, not dead. The dark haired man smiled, receiving a weak smile back. Another chuckle came out of Alfred's vocal chords as he spoke. "Come on Mattie, don't play jokes on me. Daniel can't be dead." As the American said "dead", he noticed his friend flinch.

Matthew, on the other end, sighed. He knew that Alfred wouldn't take it well since Daniel was a very close friend; they were inseparable, joined to the hip, almost mistaken as twins. Matt could say that he was jealous of Daniel to the point he'd dislike him, but he never wanted a dear friend of his brother's to die…not like this. "Alfred, I'm not joking; I rarely joke about this stuff, a-and you know that, too." Alfred knew that his brother was saying the truth, but he just couldn't let it go; Daniel was in his room, so how could he be dead. "I know that you're going to take it hard, but-"

"Take it hard? How?" Alfred wasn't trying to overreact, but this was proof for Matthew that he would take it hard. "I can't take it hard when I don't believe he's dead." The American locked eyes with Daniel, but the Scot-Canadian looked away as soon as their eyes made contact. "He's not dead, and there's nothing you can do to make me think otherwise."

"Alfred," Matt was starting to worry for his brother. He didn't want Alfred to go insane from this fact, claiming that a dead friend was still alive and not dead, "s-stop this. He's dead. You h-have to accept that."

"But he isn't!" The blond stared at the floor as he stood up from his bed. "Daniel's alive, and I know it! He can't be dead! He's right-"

"Alfred! Calm down, just accept it, he's dead!" Matthew was trying to shout louder than his twin, almost succeeding. "He died in a car accident…down near the port station…a-a couple of…blocks away from y-your house."

Alfred fell silent as he heard his brother's words. "A couple of blocks from my…" He couldn't, wouldn't believe it. Shaking his head, he sternly stares at his wall. "That can't be right Mattie; he's not dead. He's standing right in front of me. How can someone who's standing right in front of me be dead?" As Matthew processed what was said, his jaw froze. He's right in front of Alfred? How? That can't be…unless… "Mattie, what's going on? Why is it that I can still see him when you claim he's dead?"

"C-could it be…" The Canadian spoke again after a couple minutes of silence. He was still a bit shocked from what Alfred had said, but it really wasn't a surprise to him; people who don't believe in ghosts, or are afraid of them see them more clearly than some others. He stuttered, "That the Daniel that you're seeing is…his g-ghost?"

Alfred paused, catching the sentence. He thought about it then laughed. "Daniel's ghost? Ha! Daniel's too cool to become a ghost." He paused a second, then chuckled again. "If I used the word "awesome" instead of "cool" I would've sounded just like Gilbert." Matthew could help but laugh at that comment. The American glanced at his friend, trying to see if he was laughing also, but saw he wasn't; the blond became serious after he saw Daniel pale. "Hey, what's wrong, Danny?"

Matt blinked as he heard his brother say "Danny". It must be his ghost, but why is Alfred able to see him? He thought about his own question, eyes widening from possible answers. Daniel shakily sighed as he turned around, facing the wall instead of his friend. "Alfred," he started, unsure if he should say anything, "it-" he paused. Should I tell him? As he thought about it, another sigh came out. "It's true…"

The American, not believing Daniel, laughed. "Yeah right, you guys can stop pulling this prank on me." He chuckled again. "You two should work on your jokes; they're dry, and really bad." The claimed ghost shook his head as he turned to look at the blond. Alfred saw his eyes and gasped; they were faded, lifeless, and gray, almost like there was…nothing. "D-Danny?"

The other man walked over to his friend, leaning down close enough where Alfred could fell…a cold chill run across his chin. Daniel, then, glanced at the phone. "Mattie? Can you hear me?" No response. "Matthew…it's your fellow Canadian. Well, Scot-Canadian." Nothing. Matthew couldn't hear a thing, just his brother's gasps. "Looks like he can't hear me." He stood straight and stared at Alfred. "Now tell me if you don't believe me."

Being the stubborn, idiotic American Alfred is, he did. "I don't believe that you're dead." Matt listened closely as his brother spoke. "Matt could just be ignoring you…l-like you two planned to have happen." Daniel, rolling his eyes, walked over to the bedside table, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV in Alfred's room. The blond looked at the screen, watching the clips rolling. "Why are you showing me…" he trailed off as he saw another clip.

"A car accident just happened recently near the port station." Some pictures were shown as the camera was casted to look at a small car. "While driving down through the ports, this car happened to be struck by lightening." They showed the roof of the car. "It's rarely known for a blot of lightening to penetrate a mobile car, but as you can see, it went straight through, hitting the driver." The camera, then, scrolled over, focusing on the body, which the medics were unable to move. Daniel looked away from the screen as he felt a flash of electricity circuit through him. The body was untouchable since it was emitting off so much electricity; it'd be hard to move it without someone getting shocked. The reporter took out a wallet, which had been grabbed off the body very carefully, and read the I.D. card it held. "The driver's name was…Daniel Jones. From the-" Alfred had enough of listening and grabbed the remote from his friend, turning off the TV. He wouldn't admit it, but tears were falling from his eyes, down his cheeks.

Daniel looked at the screen then his friend. I knew he wouldn't be able to take it, but… With a flick of his finger, the TV came back on, and the news continued. "-was heading towards a friends house in town, but was unable to make it. It's too bad that the friend won't be able to see him again, alive at least." There was a moment of silence as the reporter coughed. "We checked to see what was on the GPS system and took note of the address Daniel was heading to; we will arrive at the house later this evening." Thinking that was enough, Daniel shut the TV off.

The ghost looked at his friend, dead as ever, holding the most saddened eyes seen by Alfred. Their eyes were in contact, dull gray, which used to be vibrant blue, staring into sky blue. The American didn't want to believe any of this; anything concerning a friend or death never wanted to be processed through his mind. Matt heard the silence and grew concerned. "Alfred…" Though he spoke, no one heard him; the words didn't register in Alfred's mind since he was too busy thinking about what he had just been informed of.

Clearing his airless throat, Daniel stared right into his friends eyes; sadness, pity, care, concern; all were seen in those dead eyes, but most of all, trust and friendship. "So," he started a little softly. He cleared his throat again as the American's attention was fully on him. "Do you believe me now?"


A/N: Second chapter whooh! Yeah, i've been lazy these past few weeks, also very busy with NYSSMA coming this Saturday then Prom right after. A couple of weeks until regents, community band, and all that.

I hope you enjoyed the small chapter, honestly i could've written more, but like i said these chapters are going to be short chapters so that i don't get stuck and have a writers block.

Thanks for reading! R&R.