Note: I don't own Hetalia.


A ring of a phone came as the first light of the morning cascaded into a messy room, bottles of alcohol strewn every which way since the owner was too lazy to pick them up himself. A ghostly friend shook his head as he levitated most of the bottles with a misty air he's able to summon, carrying them over to a garbage dispenser. Daniel sighed as he glanced at his sleeping friends who was still alive, ignoring the ongoing ring. He would've picked it up if he could, but... "Being dead isn't easy when you want to do things you can't anymore."

As the final ring rang, the answering machine picked up saying it's usual message. After the beep, a voice came on the speaker, and it was a voice the ghost knew all too well. "Alfred?" Danny's head snapped as he heard his sister's voice. He sprang over to the phone, trying to grab it, but his hand just went through it. Damn. "It's Sarina."

"I know it's you sis." Daniel muttered as he hovered over to the dormant blond. "Alfred!" He shouted, listening to his sisters voice, hoping she'd stay on the phone a bit longer. "Wake up you idiot! You're phone's going off!"

Alfred groaned as he rolled over, swatting the Scot-Canadian away. "Five more minutes." He mumbled, lulling back to sleep. Danny shook his head as he pulled the blanket off, jumped on the bed, then hovered in the air above his friend as he flailed. "Damn it, don't you know what five minutes means?" He looked up at his friend, paling as he saw what Dan was doing. Covering his eyes and looking somewhere else, he cleared his throat. "Could you not...um, hover?" His friend nodded crossing his arms as he pointed to the phone.

"This is the number for Alfred F. Jones, right? Oh, I hope I didn't dial the wrong number. Matthew said it was his brother's but..." She trailed off.

Recognizing the voice, Alfred climbed out of the bed, tripping over the blanket that was on the floor. The Scotsman chuckled, receiving a glare from his friend. "Not funny." He growled out, picking up the phone. "Sarina?"

"Oh my god, thank goodness it's you!" Alfred chuckled, shaking his head. "I was worried I dialed to wrong number. What took you so long?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm, you know, a heavy sleeper, and tend to like sleeping in late." He scratched his chin as he put the phone between his shoulder and head. "I had an alarm wake me up though, and thanks to that alarm," he glanced at his friend who waved as he walked to the fridge, "I got up and heard you on the answering machine."

"It's okay." She giggled. Sarina was always understanding when it came to that because Danny... "My brother was the same way." She whispered, unintentionally. She didn't really like sounding weak, though she claimed she was, so she would always try to sound tough; her brother being by her side, made that a lot easier. Clearing her throat, she tried to smile. "So I heard Matt called you." Alfred nodded, wondering why she was bringing that up. "What was... your reaction?"

He sighed. I thought she'd ask that. He pondered on what he should say. "Um, well," he started, unsure if he should mention anything about him being there...spiritually. "I was... a bit surprised." He said honestly. One of his hands went behind his neck as he messaged it. "I couldn't believe that he was... yeah." He still wouldn't say anything about death. "I freaked out a bit, but soon calmed down with the help of... my brother, and... I'm still having a troubled time accepting it."

"Okay," she said, interrupting him. She knew that Alfred and Danny were close, everyone did, so she knew that he'd take it hard. "You don't need to mention anything further." The American sighed as he finally picked out something to eat and drink, closing the fridge with his foot. "Also, could you tell him I said hi when you're not busy eating?" He blinked. "Talk to you later Alfred."

"Hey wait, how'd you know that..." she already hung up before he could get some answers. "Damn," he said, "your sister is something else." Danny levitated the phone off of his friends shoulder and back into the cradle, making the American gape. "Dude, didn't I ask you not to do ghostly stuff in front of me?"

"I thought you said it was cool." Alfred gave him a face asking 'when the hell did I say that?'. The Scot just chuckled. "So what'd she say to make you say that?"

"Well," he said taking a bite out of a sandwich, drinking some milk, "she said for me to say hi to you." The ghost blinked, astounded at what he heard. "I know right?" Alfred knew Danny was thinking the same thing. "How the hell does she know...?" He snapped his fingers. "Danny give me the phone." He nodded floating it over to him as he grabbed it. "Thanks."

He dialed a number that he memorized after a few calls, and waited for the other to pick up. "Oui, this is Matthew."

"Hey bro, I've got a question for you." Mattie sighed, ready for anything as his brother swallowed another bite of his sandwich. "Did you tell Sarina about me being able to see, talk with, and hear her brother?"

The Canadian was perplexed. "No. She only called me minutes ago, asking for your number so she could call. I didn't say a thing to her. Why?"

Alfred was now totally confused. "Um. Never mind." His brother started to complain about him not knowing now that he was in wonder, but Alfred wouldn't let up. "I'll tell you when I, myself understand things a bit more. That and it's pay back for you two not telling me what that puzzle was about this morning."

Matt sighed again. "Speaking of mornings, aren't you supposed to be at work by now?" Alfred paled as he slowly turned to look at the clock, dropping his sandwich to the floor. "I know that your late for work most of the time, but still, this isn't like you. You usually have left and arrive there now, I believe." Matt checked his own clock. "Yes, I'm right. When you call via cell, it's always at the same time right before you enter your work building. Why you do that, I don't know."

"Right, um, Matt? I'd love to talk more, but I believe that if I don't get a move on, I'm going to be murdered." Knowing that his brother was right, he nodded saying goodbye as he hung up. "Shit, I'm so screwed."

Daniel watched as his friend raced to his room to change. "What do you mean you're going to be murdered?" Alfred didn't hear him as he pulled some pants on, buttoning and zipping them up as he hurried to put his shirt on. "Alfred." The Scot had picked up the wasted sandwich and threw it out already. The American was in a rush, so he missed a few buttons while buttoning his shirt. Daniel sighed. "Alfred, do you need help?"

"No," he said, walking by as he put on his tie, "why?" The blond looked at him, and his friend shook his head. The Scot came over to him, re-buttoning his shirt that he was able to touch, to his surprise; he couldn't touch many things, except Alfred, so it was still coming as a shock to him when he was able to touch things. Alfred blushed, though he didn't want to, as his friend fixed his shirt and tie. "Geez, you didn't have to do that."

"It would bother me if I didn't." The ghost said, not really noticing that his friend's face was red. "Now stop standing around and get to work." He smiled, a smile that Alfred had missed seeing through the years they were separated.

The blond smiled back as he nodded. Grabbing his coat, he paused. "Would you like to come with me instead of being cooped up in this house all day."

Daniel smiled even more. "I thought you'd never ask." Though he'd try and get ready himself, he didn't need to. All he had to do was make sure that he was visible, cleaner than dead, and that Alfred wouldn't freak out when he was at work while with a dead friend.

They left the house, locking it up. Alfred glanced at his watch, paling even more as he saw the time. "Oh, my boss is going to kill me."

"Why do you keep saying that you're going to die?" Daniel was starting to get annoyed at the mentions of death, not knowing why he was saying those things. "I know that I missed you so much, but I don't want you to visit me just yet."

"Danny," Alfred whined, claiming into the car, "I'm using it as a figure of speech. My boss is so strict he's lucky that nobody has tried to quit." Danny was going to ask why, but Alfred knew he would, so he answered for him. "It's too good of a job to give up when you get paid quite a lot of good money." Dan, about to speak again, was stopped just before he could mutter a word. "You'll see what type of a man my boss is when we get there."

Forgetting everything that had just happened within the few hours, Sarina saying that she knew about Danny being with him, and his brother not being part of it, he rapidly drove to his job. His ghost friend, if he could, was having a heart attack as he just remembered how fast Alfred drove.


Note: It's been a while since I've updated this story, well mostly all of my stories, but at least I did. I didn't really know what to write for the next chapter, but then this came to mind. Keeping it around 4 pages each chapter, i had the conversation between Sarina and Alfred short just to make people wonder about how she knew Daniel was with him. Also, I wonder if people can guess as to who his 'strict' boss is ;)

The dark thing that i mentioned in the last chapter will be brought back up soon, but not yet. Danny still has things to share, and so does Alfred.

Ciao: I hope you liked it! Now on to Set Sail to the Sea! Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.