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"Mr. Jones! Vhy are you late?" Alfred flinched, shrinking his head as his German boss yelled at him. "I know you are usually late, but zhis time you're too late." The blonde growled at his employee, disappointed.

"I'm sorry! I've been up to my neck with news this morning and lost track of time!" Alfred tried to compose himself, but almost felt like he'd whimper if his boss shouted any more.

Ludwig Beilschmidt, the German boss everyone is terrified of upsetting, cocked his eyebrows. "Vhat sort of news vould be zhat important to occupy so much of your time?"

Alfred fell silent, unsure if he should mention anything. He stared at the floor for a second or two then smiled up at his boss. "My friend died in a car accident by being shot with lightening."

Mr. Beilschmidt's eyes widened a bit as he heard what Alfred said. Letting it settle into his mind, he raised his hand up to his mouth, cleared his throat, then turned around back to his desk. "I'm sorry for your loss." Alfred smiled sadly. "I'll except zhis excuse, but only zhis once!"

The American smiled. "Thanks Boss! I won't disappoint you anymore!" Ludwig rolled his eyes, rubbing the ridge of his nose, knowing that that won't be true.

"Ja, ja. Just go und get some vork done already." He shooed the other out of his office, wanting his silence back so he could get his own work started, and soon finish it.

Alfred nodded, exiting the office. "So," he jumped when Alfred came up out of nowhere, "that went well." Alfred clutched his heart, glaring at his friend who just chuckled. "Especially all you had to do was mention my death."

"Zip it!" Alfred whispered. "I'm at work and I don't want people thinking I'm as crazy as Arthur; talking to something which is not there is not a fad, you know?" Daniel just chuckled again. "Seriously. Arthur's gotten worse with seeing things over the years. I wouldn't be so shocked if he'd be able to see you."

"Alfred!"

The sudden shout of his name made him turn around to face a seething Brit that was heading towards him. "Speaking of the devil." He muttered to himself. Smiling at his co-worker, he became his usual, over energetic self. "Artie!"

The Englishman rolled his eyes, slapped the other blonde upside the head, and glared at him. "How many times have I told you not to call me that?" Alfred shrugged. "Anyway, you're bleeding late. How could you be this late to your well paying job?"

"I slept in?" The American rubbed his head, ignoring his ghostly friend who was chuckling behind him. Arthur immediately shot a look at the ghost, shutting the man up. "Artie!" Alfred waved his hands in front of the other, gaining a scowl in return. "I'm over here, not there."

"I know that!" He spat. Staring at the Danny again, he wondered just what reason that ghost had to stalk his former brother. He also felt as if he should know the ghost that was floating behind the American. "Something just caught my attention. I believe Feli is doing something wrong again." He lied.

Alfred nodded. "Yeah, well, you better go and fix whatever he's doing wrong then." He patted Arthur's shoulder, heading to his cubicle. "I need to get some work done."

"You working? Shocker." Alfred chuckled. "Honestly, I'm shocked you even passed through high school. You refused to do your work; you'd let that one boy do it all for you."

"Danny?" Out of instinct, the ghosts name was said from Alfred's mouth. The American paused before continuing. "Yeah, he didn't mind doing it for me, but he always made sure that I understood what he was doing. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have graduated." His smile fell a bit. "Too bad we'll never get the chance to do something like that ever again."

Arthur turned to him, wondering just what he meant by that. Before the Brit could see Al's frown, he turned his million watt smile on, but Arthur had already noticed it. "I need to go Artie!" Al, quickly glanced at Daniel, giving him a look saying 'Don't do or say anything to me while I'm here.' Daniel raised his arms up signaling that he understood and the other didn't need to get so touchy or upset.

As soon as Alfred went to his cubicle, Arthur turned towards Danny and gave the ghost a glare. "Look, I don't know why you're following Alfred, but you should stop and pass on. Now." The Scott shook his head, angering the Englishman. "Don't hurt him or I will banish you to hell." He hissed.

"Geez, Arthur," Arthur was taken aback. How did this ghost know his name? "have you really gotten this uptight over the years?" Daniel looked at the ceiling, thinking back to his years of being in the high school. "You were always isolated from the kids back in Hetalia High, doing your own thing your own way. You also were the student council, if I'm not mistaken." The ghost pondered some more as Arthur became more confused. "The last I saw you, you gave me the advice to not listen to Alfred. 'He's just shocked that his own friend who's like a brother to him is gay and did that to him. Let him settle with that fact. I bet he'll come back and apologize later.' I believe that's what you told me."

The Brit stood there in shock. "Who the bloody hell...?" He was thoroughly confused. He didn't remember saying that to anyone; at least, not just anyone. "...Daniel?" The man nodded. Arthur just couldn't believe it. "You look...quite well."

"Even though I'm dead?" The Brit's eyes widened as he was reminded he was talking with a ghost. "Yeah. It's the big news of the day, you know? Me being dead has really affect my sister. Mattie also is crushed, but not as bad as Alfred." The Scot-Canadian looked around the other, spotting the working space Alfred was at. He was currently chatting with a Dane that he also met in high school. Mathias and Alfred were having a fun time with one another he could see. "He's trying to pass of as if it's not affecting him. Acting like a hero and all."

"But a hero takes everything on, he doesn't hide from facts." Daniel's attention was back on Arthur. "He's a git for ignoring it." The Brit turned around to stare at the American as well.

"At least he's still smiling." Danny said, considering what Arthur said to be true. "Even if it's fake, put on, and not real."

"He does that all the time when something's bothering him." Arthur turned back to the Scot-Canadian after gazing at Alfred for a few more seconds. "Take care of him, will you?" Dan blinked. "He may not be able to see you, but at least stay by his side. He needs a friendly air around him in this sort of time..." Daniel smiled, nodding.

If only Arthur knew that the air around us is not that friendly. Dan sighed. It's filled with a tense, brotherly quarrel.

A lapse of silence fell between them for a couple of seconds. The Englishman cleared his throat after another second passed. "So..." he started, unsure if he should ask or not. "How did you...?"

"I was driving to Alfred's place when I got shot with a bolt of lightening." Arthur's face went pale as he looked away.

"...Yes well... I'm sorry to hear that..." They fell silent again before Arthur spoke. "I...should go and finish the papers I have left to do." Daniel nodded. "Please, do take care of him." The ghost smiled as he watched the Brit walk back to his cubicle.

Before he hovered back over to his brother, he hovered there for a short second. "Could you not hover over here?" Daniel blinked, looking side to side until he saw a man in a cubicle beside him; the man he saw was Lukas Bondevik, a Norwegian. "Your presence is creating a draft here."

"Cold as ever, eh, Lukas?" He just shrugged, going back to his work. "Will it bother you if I don't move?" He sighed, staring Daniel down. The Scott just smiled. "It's been forever, right?"

"And it seems forever wasn't long enough." Dan chuckled. Thinking that he wouldn't continue the conversation, the ghost looked back at Alfred as silence came upon his area again. "I'm sorry for your loss." Daniel blinked, looking down at the Norwegian, not expecting something like that from him.

Lukas wasn't gazing at Danny anymore, but the Scot-Canadian smiled. "Thank you for feeling the emotion of pity, but I don't need you to feel sad for me."

"Who said I felt pity or sadness?" Daniel just chuckled again as Lukas went back to ignoring everyone and doing his work, but that didn't happen so easily.

"Norge!" The Dane came up to the cubicle, hugging the man with one arm. "Who are you talking to?"

"You." He said bluntly. "Go away, idiot, I'm trying to work."

"Work shmurk." The Danish man grabbed the papers in Lukas' hand, placing them away from the other. "Let's take a break and have some fun." The Norwegian just stared Mathias down as the other smiled non stop. "Come on! Alfred's coming as well. He may have just got here, but he's-"

"Not going to take a break." All of a sudden, Arthur came out of nowhere. Matthias glanced at the Brit with a glare. "He just got here and needs to do work. You two may take one if you want, but that bloody git isn't able to."

The Dane gave a 'Whatever' look and went away, not in the mood to talk with the Englishman. Lukas stared, but then grabbed his papers to work again. Arthur gazed at Daniel, nodding before he went back to work as well. Silence once again filled the man's surrounding area.

The ghost sighed, landing on the floor and walking over to another cubicle. He browsed all the faces to see who he knew and who was new to him. He noticed Feliciano and Romano having cubicles right next to each other. Antonio had one right in front of Romano and that in itself must cause disturbances.

As he saw many people that he remembered, a sudden British accented shout was heard. "Bloody frog! Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?!"

"Ohonhonhon~! But Arthur, how could I leave mon amor alone?" A French accent came back at the other. Daniel didn't need to look to know that it was Francis.

"Keseseseses~! Francis, get over here! The awesome me has something you'd like to hear!" A Prussian shouted from across the room, gaining the Frenchman's attention.

"Till next time, mon cheri." Francis winked, blew a kiss, and sauntered passed Daniel over to his friend. Though, when he passed Danny, he felt a slight draft. He turned around, looking to see if he could find where the cold chill was coming from. "Did someone turn the AC on?" Shivering, he hurriedly went over to his friend.

"I think that my friend had warned you about staying too long in one area." Danny looked to his right, a cubicle he didn't see before, noticing a Romanian man sit there. "Nice to see you again Danny, even if you're dead." His smiled showed his vampire like teeth to the other.

Daniel smiled back. He always loved those fangs Vladimir had, and was never afraid of the man possibly sucking his bloody. Being a bit weird, Danny wouldn't have minded Vlad sucking his blood. "Nice to see you too."

"Let's chat latter when the other two get down, okay?" He winks at the Scot-Canadian who blushes a bit, but smiles even wider with a nod. "Good. Now, go on and walk over to Alfred. I know you've been dying for his attention for so long."

"Ha ha, very funny." Vladimir snickered. "No, really, that was a good pun." The Romanian gave Danny a look. "I made one of my own, too, just last night when I appeared to Alfred. I believe I said 'at times I still feel pretty dead'."

Vlad nodded. "Not bad. That's actually a good pun." He smiled again. "You should keep doing those and call them you 'ghost puns'." He laughed again, gaining some looks. Arthur did a face-palm when he saw that Danny and Vladimir were talking, and Lukas just stared, going back to work. "I need to work, buddy. Talk to ya later when all three of the 'Magic Trio' are assembled."

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah." He waved to the Romanian, going over to Alfred who had an upset look. "What?"

"I told you-"

"You said not to talk to you, but you said nothing about talking to those who are able to see me." Danny smirked as Alfred went redder with anger. "And besides, there was no harm done." He shrugged. "They remembered me without a problem and conversed with me for a few minutes..." A smile appeared on his face as he held his one arm in the other. "At least I have some other people to talk to."

Alfred gazed upon his friend, feeling ever guilty and sad for his friend. He sighed. "Yeah..." He still felt bad about how this was mostly his fault, but he won't say anything because Dan would say otherwise; that's the way Daniel was...and still is. "I need to get to work." Turning back into his working space, he started reading the papers that needed signing.


Note: It feels like forever since I've updated a story. Has it? Well, at least I updated this one. At first, I had no ideas on what to write, then this came to me. I hope none of you mind it mainly being with Daniel in this chapter. Alfred and Daniel are both main characters so they should share the same light. Also, I wanted to add characters that I've never had written with before. Romania, Denmark, and Norway are three characters I've never used before, but I know they'll be used a bit more often as I come to know them better. Also, there will be more characters joining in later. I just got to figure out who. Possibly the rest of the Nordics, Russia, China, Hungary, Austria, and some others...possibly. It'll be hard keeping track of all those characters though -_- *le sigh*

Also, this has not been beta-ed or revised, so there might be lots of mistakes. If you find minor mistake or any mistakes that bother you, just message me and ask for me to fix them. I won't mind at all ^^

Ciao: I hope all of you enjoyed this long awaited updated! Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.