Disclaimer: I don't own own Alfred or anything connecting to Hetalia. I only own the idea of the story, Daniel, Jade, and other characters.
"Mr. Jones, is it true that Daniel was coming to your house, and if so, how much devastation do you feel at the moment learning that your brother has been shot by lighting, dying at the sudden impact. Is Daniel even you're brother? How do you know Daniel and why was he coming to visit?" Jeez, this woman just won't give me a frickin' break. Alfred sat on his couch as a mic was shoved into his face from the reporter who was trying to interview him. His anger was rising, thus making his patience come short. "Why is it that you don't seem that shocked that a friend of yours has just died?"
That put him in a bad mood. "Are you trying to question if I hated him or something?" The reporter blinked, backing off as she smiled. Shit, that's just what she wanted.
"So are you saying that you already knew that he was dead before we came bearing the bad news?" She inched up a nicely trimmed eyebrow as she shoved the mic back in his face.
Daniel, though he didn't like the news crew being here, chuckled as his friend started getting livid. "Yeah, that's right." He said crossing his arms. "My brother happened to tell me because he got a call from Danny's twin sister."
She grew more interested. Why the hell is there any type of interest in interviewing someone that Daniel knew? Just because he died by lighting striking him doesn't mean he'll be the in the front page or on the news. "Assuming from the nickname you just gave the poor lost soul," Daniel flinched as she said 'poor lost soul', "you know him?"
"So what if I know him? Just because I went to high school with him doesn't mean that I knew him all that well." The American glared at the news woman, soon remembering that her name was Jane...or was it Jennie...Jean? The hell with it.
"You must have known him well enough for you to know his sister; she wouldn't have called your brother if you weren't great friends with him, right?" He looked away. Bullseye. Jade took her mic and pressed it to his chin. "Come now, Mr. Jones, I can tell that you know him, and from the way that you looked away," Alfred's eyes widened, "he was a close friend."
"Just shut the fuck up okay?" He glared at her. She was taken aback, but what got her more was the tears that threatened to fall from the man's eyes. "So he was a great friend of mine, so great that we were inseparable back then, and called each other 'brother'." She nodded taking notes as he went through a breakdown. "Danny was a great guy that could lighten the day of anyone, just like his sister. He always knew what to say when a friend was in a tough spot; he always was there when you needed an ear to chew off; he kept his distance when he knew that there was tension in the air, but came in anytime he sensed a fight was going to happen. He was a fucking awesome brother to have while he lived even though we lost contact with one another a couple of years back." His eyes shut as he forced himself to stop. Daniel looked away from his friend as he knew what the blond was going to say, thanking him that he didn't.
"Mhmm." Jade looked from her notebook, staring at the man, prying more stuff from him. "I'm sensing there was a dispute between the two of you?" Alfred tensed. He didn't say anything, just sat there, waiting, begging for the woman to leave him alone. She scoped his living room, glanced at him, then cleared her throat. "Since he's past," his eyes slide to the right so he could stare at her, "I wondering," she put the mic down in her lap, showing him glazed green eyes, "what would you want to say to him as your last words?"
He blinked, not expecting that sort of question from her. He gazed down at his hands as he uncrossed them. "The last words that he'd hear from me...?" He closed his eyes as a memory swept through his mind. Go to hell, Daniel, and stay the fuck away from me! He opened his eyes back up, wiping the tears that he told himself weren't falling. "I'd tell him that I take back my words that I last said to him, and that I," he smiled up at Jade, gaining a slight shock crossing her face, "I cared for him as if he was my own brother from birth; nothing will change that, not even death."
She looked down at her lap, surprised that she got such an honest and caring answer out of the man. Hearing her chuckle, Alfred saw her stand as she held out her hand. "Thank you for your time. I'll tell the others to back off and let you cope with the news." He stared at her hand, slowly taking it in his as he shook it. "Well," she pulled her hand out of his, turning around, "I'll be seeing ya, or more likely you'll be seeing me." She winked at him as she left the house shouting: "Ty! Is there any other news worth while going on?"
As the house went back to it's peaceful tranquility, the two listened to the vehicles disappearing off of his property. When Daniel thought that the were all gone, he walked over and hugged his friend around his neck. "I didn't know that you felt guilty." Alfred jumped out of his arms and walked into his room. "Alfred?" The Scot followed him. "You do … remember, right?"
"Remember what?" He glanced back at his friend, convincing him that he had no clue what he was talking about.
Daniel scanned his eyes for any type of remembrance that could give away his lie, but couldn't find any. He sighed, sitting down on the computer chair that was closest to him. "Nothing, just forget I even brought anything up."
Alfred's heart sunk as guilt took him over again. I do remember, Danny, I'm just...not ready to talk about it yet. He smiled nodding with an okay. A silence fell between the two. Dan stared at his feet as Alfred took off his clean shirt. The ghost boy stared to hum, and the live man turned, hoping that he would speak again. Clearing his throat, Daniel glanced up at his friend. "You took the interview quite well."
"Well, doesn't every hero have to do well with an interview?" They chuckled a little, but Daniel had to ruin the American's 'hero parade'.
"So breaking down as you lose your temper is how a hero takes on his interviews?" Alfred pouted, glaring at him as he plopped on his bed, nothing but boxer on his body. Danny took one look at his friend and blushed, looking away. "You're lucky I'm dead." He said, pulling his legs up on the chair as he hid his face against his thighs.
Alfred blushed, knowing full well what he was talking about, but put up his 'I don't understand what you mean' smile. "Why would you say that? I'm not one bit lucky with a dead friend, now, am I?"
"Stop it Al, you know what I'm talking about." The American's stare landed on the small body that was curled up as a ball.
He sighed laying back down fully onto his bed. "Yeah I do." Another lapse of silence coursed through the air, making the two feel a bit awkward, but happy at the same time. They missed each other so much, and didn't mind the tension flowing between themselves. Al rolled over in his bed, still facing his friend. "Let's not talk about it, okay?" Daniel's body jumped as he spoke. The American sighed. I can tell that it bothers him. I wouldn't blame him since our paths went different ways...ever since that time. He sighed again as he shut his eyes. "I know you don't want to talk about it either, so let's just get some rest."
The ghost chuckled. "Easy for you to say." They shared another laugh, then Alfred finally drifted off to sleep. "Night, Al." Dan whispered.
A couple of hours passed, and Daniel got up from his spot. Walking over to his friend quietly, he tried not to breathe or make a sound. It's funny too when I don't even need to breathe anymore. But if I don't act like I'm living, then I feel like I'll lose myself to the dead. He sat next to his dormant brother, petting his hair softly as he smiled. "I hope that we never have to bring that up." He whispered. "I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship...again."
Hearing a sound on the other side of the wall, he fell silent. Standing up and peering out of the window, the Scot-Canadian gasped as he turned around disappearing from the room. Alfred had no idea that his friend left him, but he wouldn't have to worry much; Daniel was still there in the house, but not visible to his friend or the other thing he saw.
The ghost held his shaky breathes more easily than he wanted to, covering his mouth as he tried to calm his ghostly heart down. I don't want to meet up with him yet. It's not my time, and it won't be for as long as I'm still with Alfred. Listening closely to the surroundings, he stayed curled up in his hiding spot, waiting for the thing to go away. And Alfred was sleeping peacefully through all this, not realizing his brother/friend could be in trouble, or of the growing darkness that fell over his house conjuring up an eerie feeling only for some short hours.
Note: Oh man, i didn't think i had this in me. Hell i didn't know i would even write this much mystery behind their friendship. I'm glad i've updated this though, it's been eating at me since the last i've posted a chapter.
I hope you all liked it. Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.
