Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, just the story idea.
Francis shivered as a cold chill zapped through his back. Today was definitely not his day. He didn't want to believe that he was hearing things and then this dreadful weather came within the minutes he stepped out for air. First it was sunny and brilliant, but now it was cloudy and threats of rain are thundering around.
A sigh slipped through his lips. He spotted his breath and sighed again. "When did it get so cold?" He didn't notice the cause of the sudden drop standing next to him.
Daniel only just found the Frenchman when walking around in his gloom. He thought that he could hang around his old friend, but it seems that his depressive thoughts wouldn't leave him alone even with someone he knew.
The ghost sighed as his form turned transparent again, but this time from sadness. His head held the black blood from the lightening bolt, his clothes turned ragged, a mess. Electric shocks rolled off his skin which hit Francis' arm.
The sudden shock of electricity made the blond jump in his spot. "What ze-?" He looked to his left where he felt the cause. Nothing was there. He sighed, a shaky breath inhaled and exhaled. "Am I starting to feel zings as well?"
"At least you're alive to feel something." Daniel muttered. The two stood right next to each other in the oncoming weather change. The ghost was the cause of the cold around Francis, but the rain was coming slowly on its own.
Francis' ear twitched towards the left. He shrugged. "I maybe alive, but so are you, mon ami." He glanced towards the left again, and once he saw no one there again, his eyes widened. He turned forward again. "I'm going crazy. I'm talking to someone who's not even zere."
Daniel stared up at the Frenchman beside him. What does he mean? Is he able...to hear me? "Francis?" The Frenchman flinched as his name was said. It was from his left again, the side he knew no one was there. "You... Can you hear me? It's me. Daniel."
Francis' blue irises widened more at the familiar name. "Non. I cannot hear you." His nerves tickled with anxiety. "Non. Not my Daniel Jones."
"Yes! It's me! Daniel Jones." The Scot-Canadian slumped against the wall behind him. "I can't stand this anymore... I wish I didn't die... I knew it would happen soon, but... Why did I die right before I was able to see all my friends again?"
The Frenchman listened to the recognizable voice of his friend. He sighed. When did he die? Why am I able to hear him and not able to see him? Francis' mind traced through many questions as he stood under the canopy of a coffee shop.
He suddenly remembered his coffee he order with his lunch. He looked down at the now cold brown liquid and glanced at his sandwich which was only bitten into once. "What a waste of money." He exhaled as he threw his coffee away. Taking another bite out of his sandwich, he mumbled. "Daniel, come with me. I don't want you to get lost."
The ghost stared at his friend's back. "You do realize I'm a ghost right now, right?" Daniel glanced away at some passerby. "If I remember correctly, you don't like ghosts."
Francis chuckled. "Don't compare me with Alfred, mon cher. I was frightened of ze unseen for years, but being around Arzur changes your zoughts after a while." He finished his lunch and tossed away the wrapper. "Now, come. I need to get back to work."
The blond stepped into the crowd and walked towards his building to return to work. Daniel slowly walked behind him, but soon floated above his friend. "You know, Francis, if you don't want to look crazy talking to nothing there, you could put an ear piece of a phone in your ear and pretend you're talking to someone over the phone."
Francis did just that as he walked. "You were always ze bright one out of ze group." He chuckled. "And why does your voice sound like you're above me? Zat is a bit freaky."
"Well, I'm floating above you. It's a bit more easier this way." Daniel smiled as Francis shivered. His appearance looked more healthier as his time with the Frenchman increased. "You know, you're not that bad. I always thought you were a pervert, but this just proved me wrong." The ghost hummed. "I like this side of you."
Francis chuckled to himself. "If you were touchable right now, I'd kiss you for that complement." Daniel blushed. "Speaking of kissing, are you still playing for that side? I'm not going to give you a lecture about it; I just want to know."
"A-ah. Yeah." He cleared his throat. "I do." His ghostly face turned a light red. "I'm trying not to show that side too often. Something happened ages ago with Alfred and... Yeah. That sort of...ended our friendship for a few years. I only just thought of visiting him yesterday when I was struck by lightening." He sighed. "Is someone trying to tell me I can only solve an old problem by being dead?"
"Mon ami, stop talking. You'll choke on your ghost tears if you don't." Daniel chuckled. "Zat and I believe ze Magic Trio are looking for you." The ghost looked around and saw the three Francis mentioned. "I'll be leaving now, but if you need an ear to chew off, I'm here." Just as he finished his sentence, he took the ear piece out of his ear and wandered in another direction to work.
Arthur spotted the ghost hovering above a section of the crowd. He quickly moved to the man and pulled him to the ground. Daniel gasped as he was pulled down.
"You are a bleeding idiot." He seethed through his teeth. "Do you realize that if you stagger too far from the person you're connected to you that you'll disappear?!" Daniel blinked as he was dragged by the Brit. "You are coming back with us once we have finished our lunch."
The ghost felt like he was a toddler being scolded. All he wanted was to get away from his depression, and being with Francis, he was granted that.
"Arthur, don't be cross with him." Vlad tugged Daniel towards him. "He's just a newbie at this, he wouldn't know." He petted Daniel's hair in a motherly way. The ghost sighed in confusion.
"Stop it you two." Lukas pushed Vlad off of Daniel and pulled the ghost behind him. "Let's get something to eat then head back."
The two glared at each other before nodding. Daniel shook his head as he waited to go back to the building were Alfred was.
While sitting with the trio, Daniel suddenly thought of something Arthur told him years ago. He smirked. "You know, Arthur, I could have sworn that you told me all those years ago that you had a crush on A-"
"Shut it Daniel or so help me god I'm make you a mute ghost that is stuck on Earth forever!" Arthur shouted. Some people looked at the Brit in surprise. The Englishman blushed from embarrassment. "I'm going to kill you Daniel."
"Too late for that." The ghost laughed as Arthur's face turned redder.
Haunted
When Daniel got back to the building with the three men, he instantly was bombarded with questions. Alfred eyed him, glared at him, and motioned for him to follow. As soon as the two entered the bathroom, Alfred locked the door.
"Where the hell have you been?" Alfred asked. His eyes held anger as he stared his friend down. "I turn my back on you once and you disappear."
Daniel shrugged. "I went out." Alfred kept his scowl. "I was with-" he was going to say Francis, but thought the Frenchman probably didn't want anyone to know his new skill, "the Magic Trio."
"Right, I know that. You came in with them like you were old buddies."
"We are old buddies." Daniel scrunched his face up in disgust. "What's wrong with you? You never got like this before. Not even when Billy-" He clamped his lips shut.
Alfred's eyebrows rose as Daniel mentioned the high school bully. "What? What did Billy do?" Daniel held himself as he turned away. "Daniel." Alfred became worried. "What'd he do?"
A shiver passed through the ghosts transparent skin. "Nothing." He pushed past Alfred towards the exit. "I'm gonna go look around some more." He passed through the door before the American could protest.
Alfred stood there as he stared at his friend. He chuckled weakly as he brushed his hair back. "Why is there always something you're hiding from me? Even in high school you hid things from me." He shook his head. "What is it that you went through that you don't want to tell me?" He unlocked the door and walked out.
Haunted
"Francis, I'd like to ask you a question." The Frenchman looked at the spot he heard Daniel's voice from. He hummed as he took a bite out of an apple. "How come you didn't freak when you heard my voice?"
Once he swallowed the apple piece in his mouth, he chuckled. "What did you expect me to do...somezing like zis?"
He put down his apple, put on this scared face, and gasped. "Mon dieu! I'm hearing someone who's not zere! Zis is madness! How am I able to hear mon ami zat is dead?! His voice will haunt me forever now!"
Daniel laughed as the Frenchman acted out a more dramatic scene you'd see on movies or shows. As the blond acted this out, people peered in and saw him with no one else in the room; they thought he was being the blond Frenchman he was and that he was probably depressed after another break up, or something you hear him whine about.
"Francis!" The ghost shouted through laughs. "Stop it! You're going to be called a madman! Madder than the Hatter!"
"Did you really just bring up an English novel?" Francis snapped back to normal within an instant. "I would rather hear of Red Riding Hood than Alice's story."
"Whatever." Daniel finished chuckling. Right as he glanced at the window, he saw Alfred and sighed. "I got to go."
"Will you tell me your story the next time we see each other?" Francis asked as he thumbed the rim of his coffee cup. Daniel stopped moving. "I'd like to hear your life story. All the drama, heartbreaks-"
"I'll only tell you what I want to tell you. You set the date and time, pick me up at Al's house." Francis chuckled. "Yes, I do need to be picked up because the trio said that if I'm not with someone I know, I'll disappear."
The blond ceased his laughing. "We don't want that." He smiled softly. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight then. In the morning."
"It's a date." The two shared another chuckle before Daniel went through the door. "I'm ready to go home now Alfred."
The American nodded. As they walked to the car, Alfred stared at the ghost beside him. "Daniel, will you ever tell me anything about what happened to you?" The Scot-Canadian ignored him. "You went missing the day after the incident and... You never kept contact with anyone, not even your sister. And when you decide to come back, you die." Daniel flinched as he reached the car. "What happened to you?"
"I don't want to talk about it." The ghost shakily said. "Let's go, you've had a long day of work, and I need another, calm atmosphere to lounge in." He chuckled weakly. "If I'm not there with you tomorrow morning, I've been picked up and I'm having a blast with some friends."
"Like the Magic Trio?" Daniel hesitated before he nodded. "No wonder they all took the day off." Alfred shook his head. "Though Francis took a day off as well; he probably found himself a date, that sly pervert." The ghost sighed as he got into the car. Alfred took that as a sign and got in it as well. He started the car up and drove home.
Note: I don't know why, but I really don't like this chapter. Also, I know that this story is supposed to be with Alfred and Arthur getting together by a ghost helping the America, but for some reason, all this mystery around Daniel is clinging to this story.
If any of you think I should just...not continue this story because of it focusing too much on Daniel and not any of the Hetalia character, go ahead and tell me. I'm having my doubts as well. Heck, I could turn this into an actual story instead of it being a fanfiction story. -sighs- If you think it's fine and all the mystery just adds more to the plot then tell me. Please. I'm seriously think of probably discontinuing the story because of the spotlight being on Daniel more than Alfred. Alfred is supposed to be the major character, but... -sighs-
This chapter is note beta-ed so there might be mistakes.
Ciao: I hope you enjoyed the update! Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.
