A/N: I don't own Hetalia.


Alfred's eyes were locked with his...recently dead friend's eyes. The phone in his hand was starting to slip from his grip as shock came over him. His sky blue eyes moved to where he was staring at nothing particular as he spaced out, thinking about what he just heard and saw. Falling out of his hands, gravity pulled the phone down to the ground, landing in a mist of air created by Daniel; the Scot didn't want his fellow Canadian to hear a clang, or make him worry about his brother any more than he already is. The American barely noticed as he focused on his thoughts. He...he can't be dead,...but he is. It was right on the television. The road. The car. The lightening. His body... Everything was shown and proven to be true.

His hand, still near his ear since he was paralyzed by his shock, started shaking. That means...he's a ghost... Eyes widening and shaking, he started to gasp for air as his fear was griping at his lungs. He's a ghost! A Ghost! T-this isn't happening. My best bro can't, no, shouldn't be a ghost. It's not right. His eyes started to wander around as he was panicking. Why's he here? He knows I'm terrified of ghosts, so why would he come here if he knows that I'd freak? He thought about it, then started to remember things about his friend.

One time before Daniel had said something about ghosts; it was when they were in high school. "Alfred, would you run from me if I died and turned into a ghost, haunting you in a nice way?"

"Hell yeah," he said this with a bit of a stutter, "but I doubt that'll happen. And don't bring this up! You know that I hate talking about ghosts!" Daniel merely laughed as they walked on to there next class. Later that day, Alfred got enough courage to ask his friend something. "Danny, why did you ask me that question earlier?"

The boy had looked at him, and smiled. "I was just wondering, is all." He looked up into the sky as a few rain drops fell onto his face. "But I do have a feeling that one of these days I'm going to die, and I won't pass on like other dead people." Closing his eyes, feeling the cold drops fall onto him, the boy smirked. "I'll be stuck here on earth, forever fulfilling what I need to do, and I have this...gut feeling that you're part of the reason I'll be stuck as an earthbound spirit."

Alfred remembered that he just laughed at that statement, a little freaked out since he was hearing this stuff from a close friend of his, and forgot that they even had that conversation. Daniel didn't mind, but the American recalled seeing a certain look on his friends face. He was serious about it all...and it came true. His shaking appeared to become worse and Daniel started fearing the worst. He's a ghost...an earthbound ghost...and it's all because...of me?

"Alfred..." Daniel tried to say something as he went from transparently dead to solidly living. It's a thing that ghost are able to do, and the Scot still has yet to get used to it. He knelt before his friend and extended his hand; his pale white hand was about to rest on Alfred's shoulder, but the American jumped and scooted away. "Alfred." Daniel was hurt.

"Don't..." The blond wasn't focusing on his friend and unconsciously doing, saying the wrong things to his friend. "Don't come near me." His friend had felt his heart break a little; even though he was dead, he still was able to feel things; he's still living even if he's just a spirit now. "I don't want you to come within an inch of touching me."

Daniel, if able to, would've started to tear up a bit; he was a sensitive boy back then, sensitive man up until a few minutes or more ago, and still is even when dead. His throat started to choke up on him, but he tried to calm himself down. Even as a ghost I can still feel and have these emotions. He started to rub his neck, trying to ease his throat which was becoming sore. "But Alfred-" he choked out, only to be interrupted by his friend.

"No!" His eyelids slammed shut as he covered his ears. "I don't want to see, hear, feel, or even smell anything that'd remind me of you!" He slightly turned away from his friend. "Just go! Leave me alone!" Daniel was going to say something, but Alfred looked at him and spoke before he could. "You know that I hate ghosts and I'm terrified of them! Why the hell did you come here? Why did you come near me as a ghost when you knew I'd flip out like this?" Tears were rolling down his cheeks, streaking his tanned skin with a slight red. "I told you before that one time that'd I would run from you, but you still come to me as a ghost, why?"

The Scot forced down some saliva as he readied himself to speak again. "I-it's because..." he trailed off as he tried to contain his tears, and prevent any type of possible hyperventilating. "It's because...you're me closest friend." Alfred froze as he listened, taking his hands away from his ears. "I know usually ghost haunt...look after family members, but...sometimes that's not always true." He wiped away some misty tears that evaporated instantly. "Sometimes ghost go to the person whom they've had a strong connection with." Alfred was going to speak up and ask 'Why me?' but Danny beat him to the answer. "We've had a great relationship...almost like we were brothers even though we're not blood related."

The Scot took a seat next to his friend noticing that he didn't move away; a short smile appeared, but he continued his theory. "We were really close, inseparable,...sometimes mistaken as twins." He chuckled slightly as he gazed at his hands that would become transparent on and off. He closed his eyes. "I died by getting shot with lightening," Alfred flinched as his friend said the obvious truth, "and I don't know why I had to die now..." The Scot sighed, glancing at the American. "All I wanted to do was visit an old friend that I haven't seen I quite some time, and what happens? I get shot with lightening and die." He chortled though it had no feeling to it.

Alfred stared at his friend, nerves calming down as he listened to his friend. "I..." Daniel focused on him and the American almost looked away, but didn't, "I was that important to you? So important to you that you'd keep me company even after death?"

Danny nodded. "Yes...and you still are." He smiled as he wiped some tears away. "You're still my brother, Al, and you always will be." The American smiled a bit, sighing his last fearful sigh. Dan looked away and got up; looking around, he wondered if he should leave. "Um...if your dissatisfied with this fact I...I can l-leave and...never come back."

Without waiting for an answer, he started to drift off, fading from his friend's sight. Alfred started to get frightened. He didn't want his friend to leave him forever; he'd miss him horribly and feel bad. "Wait!" Dan stopped, freezing as was about to fully disappear. He turned to look at his friend, showing him how he truly looked like when he died. His face was distorted since it looked like it was melted off; there was blood on his face, dripping down onto his clothes, evaporating as it hit the floor; his eyes were gray like they were that one time; his hair was disheveled and almost had a dark blood tint to it, almost like his blood was really black instead of red. Alfred felt a chill run down his spine as he felt freaked all over again, but he stood his ground and didn't run like he'd usually do. Gulping down a wad of spit that formed in his mouth, he separated his lips. "I don't want you to leave." Daniel's dead looking eyes looked as if a spark went through them, and Alfred smiled. "Stay...please. If you left I'd feel...guilty and horrible.

The Scot's eye's turned back to the vibrant blue though his body still looked horrible; they held sadness, yet understanding. "I wouldn't want you to feel that, now would I?" He giggled to himself as he seriously stared at his friend. "Are you being honest, Al, or are you spouting things that you know I want to hear?"

Alfred looked away and thought about it. Do I want a ghost around me twenty-four seven? He sighed as a smile appeared on his face. He may be a ghost, but he's a friend, and that fact will never ever die. Looking back at his friend, his smile grew. "Yeah, I'm being honest, I don't want you leave me."

Daniel felt overjoyed and how Alfred could tell was that he looked like he was still living; the way he looked like when he first appeared to him in the house. The American chuckled as the Scot came over to the bed again, sitting beside his friend who embraced him, able to touch him without a problem. They were both shocked, but laughed it off. "Looks like you're going to be haunted Al," they chuckled again, "and this sort of haunting is going to be an interesting one."

"You got that right, Danny." They released each other and did a bro-fist. "And there's nothing wrong with that either; not at all."

The Scot nodded, but had a scowl appear on his face. "How many time did I say not to call me 'Danny'?" Alfred groaned saying: "Not you, too." They laughed some more at the joke and started to chat like they've done before when Dan was still alive.