Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, only the story idea.
When the two arrived at home, Danny had floated off somewhere Alfred wouldn't be able to find him. The American tried to search for his friend for a while until he gave up. He sat at his desk, laptop up and running, staring at the screen. He didn't know what was wrong with his friend; he had many hunches, but he wasn't sure.
Their little bout in the bathroom didn't help his thoughts either. Danny was hiding things from him still. This hurt Alfred. They were so close, closer than him and his real twin brother, but still so far apart. Daniel's recent departure from the physical world wasn't a great adage to their increasing gap either.
Alfred sighed as he leaned back into his computer chair. In high school, they were inseparable. There were rare moments when the other wasn't hanging around them, and those times, Alfred was with his awesome trio friends and Daniel was with his own mass of friends. Thinking about this, Alfred suddenly felt that the gap had started growing even before everything happened that day that changed everything.
Sitting straight, Alfred forced himself to forget what he was thinking about and start up some research for an invention idea he's had for ages. This idea was something that he was proud for, and the only person he told was Danny. His ghost buddy would help him with anything that he didn't get. Over the years, without Danny's help, he was able to get every formula figured out but one.
He pulled out some notes out of a draw and blueprints. Saving the file to his thumb drive, he grabbed the small device and headed towards the basement. This is where he would chuckle as he thought about his British friend. Arthur's basement was his own hive of magic; Alfred's was his workshop for inventions.
Alfred had only seen the Briton's basement once, but he knew that his was worse. Arthur's little cove held books, benches, desks, and all that alchemy stuff; Alfred had stations filled with incomplete or failed inventions.
The American smiled as he went to the deepest part of the room. He appeared in front of a bookcase and searched for the right book. Pulling the fake book of fairy tales and heroes, the bookshelf moved to the right, showing a metal door with a scanner blinking. He placed his hand on the green plate and waited for the door to open. When it did, he had access to his little laboratory.
Alfred's laboratory wasn't that small, but it wasn't all that big. It's huge enough to hold the makings of his project. That was enough space need.
Walking over to the computer desk filled with screens, he searched each of them for any sign of his ghost friend. He sighed when none of the cameras hadn't caught hide nor hair of him. Turning from the desk, he went to the work bench.
"Working on my baby always relaxes me." He muttered to himself. Thinking a few more seconds, he grinned wide and rolled up his sleeves. "I better get started before anyone comes to pester me!" Reaching for his wrench, he worked on his invention again, fixing things and replacing other sections with better components.
Hours later, Alfred was covered with oil, grease, and sweat. He pulled away from his project, wiping off some of the sweat rolling down his face and adding more stains to his skin. His smile was small with doubt as he stared at the big contraption. "I'm never going to figure you out, am I?" He shook his head, sighing as he placed the wrench down.
He glanced at the clock and saw it was going for two in the morning. He whistled to himself and commented on how late he worked. Chuckling to himself, Alfred left his little lab, secured the door and bookshelf, then headed upstairs for a much needed shower.
As Alfred went to the bathroom, Danny watched him walk through the house to his destination. The ghost sighed as he sat, invisible from sight, mulling over his 'date' with Francis tomorrow. He only left Alfred alone to think about some things. He knew that Alfred was worrying over him since he brought up the high school bully, but he wasn't ready to share any of that to anyone.
That's when Francis came in. "I'd like to listen to your life story." All the drama, heartbreaks, and depression... He wants to know all of that? "He is one with a kind heart, just a perverted soul." Danny chuckled as he said that. It was true. Francis was known for being a playboy, even in high school. This side of Francis the Scot-Canadian had never seen, but he knew that there probably was a side to him. Francis cares about people, just in his own, unbelievable way.
"Should I tell him everything?" Danny wondered aloud. He was stumped. Never has he ever told anyone anything about his problems, or even his life. He knew that Francis knew little of him since they were friends in high school, but he didn't know everything. Finally deciding what to do, the ghost smiled. "I guess I can't keep everything locked up forever." All he had to do now was wait for tomorrow to come.
Haunted
Alfred had a rough awakening. The alarm clock was going off in his ear, he heard a whistle noise in the kitchen, the smell of burning food rotted the air as it wafted into his nose. His eyes snapped open when he connected all that together.
Jumping out of his bed, he shut the alarm off and dashed into the kitchen. There stood Arthur Kirkland, making breakfast and tea at the same time. He noticed Danny was floating beside the Brit telling him that he was doing everything wrong. Boy did Arthur rip on Danny for him to shut up and leave him to his cooking.
"Why are you even cooking something for him? You don't live here, and Alfred most definitely didn't invite you over here to do this for him." Daniel kept waving a news paper to fan out the black some through the open window. "You're cooking is horrible! You're going to kill him! He's lucky that you haven't killed him yet with how terrible your-"
"Shut the bleeding fuck up, Daniel! My cooking is not that bad!" Arthur huffed as he hurriedly pulled out some burnt bacon from the oven. He placed them on the counter before turning over to the overly boiled sausages and undercooked scrambled eggs. "You don't have reason to know why I'm here. I merely thought that I could house sit for him today then later go somewhere with him."
"So you were planning a date?" Arthur and Alfred's face went red as Danny chuckled. "That's good; keep him busy while I'm out for a while."
Arthur's face cooled down as he glanced at Danny with a puzzled face. "You're heading out today?" The ghost nodded as the newspaper finally fell out of his transparent hands. He sighed, aggravated by his predicament. "Where will you be going, if you don't mind my asking."
The Scot-Canadian shrugged. "I have no clue yet." Arthur deadpanned, not believing Danny one bit. "I like adventure here and there, so I'm going to have fun floating around the town a bit."
Arthur looked angered. "I told you not to go anywhere away from-"
"I'll be fine, Arthur." Danny smiled at his friend. His eyes instantly gazed at the teapot that started whistling more. "Arthur, the tea is over-boiling." The Brit gasped as he put a mitt on and took the teapot of the burner, turning the stove entirely off. Arthur just sighed. "You can't get anything right this morning, can you?" Danny teased. That's when he saw the American standing in his bedroom doorway. "Well, good morning Princess. Sleep well?"
Arthur was confused until he turned around. He acted surprised. "Alfred! Good heavens, you shouldn't just stand there." He placed the teapot down and took the mitt off. "I made breakfast for you, so I hope-"
"The hell I'm eating that crap." Alfred interrupted. Arthur glared at him as the American shrugged. "You're cooking is horrible, Artie, I can't help what my taste buds like and don't like."
"Well, your taste buds are misinformed about how well my cooking is." Arthur crossed his arms as he scowled further. "How long have you been standing there?"
"A few minutes." Alfred smirked. The scene that he watched was actually really funny, yet embarrassing and frightening at the same time. "Next time, call me before you use my kitchen. I don't want my house to be burned down just because you couldn't put out a fire that your cooking started."
"Oh, will you come off that?!" Arthur shouted. Danny chuckled as he walked around the two and towards the exit. "Where do you think you are going, Daniel? I am not finished with you just yet!"
"We can catch up later, Artie." Danny smiled. "My ride has just arrived." He quickly escaped the building and leaped into Francis' car before the other two could say anything. "Punch it Francis! I don't want Arthur coming out here and recognizing your car!" He laughed.
It was too late for that, though. Arthur was already outside and saw the car taking off. "Bloody frog, you get back here right now! Daniel, I am going to-"
Danny leaned out of the window, making sure he didn't fall out of the car, and shouted, "You can't spout any death threats to me Artie! I'm already dead." He waved. "I'll come back sometime before midnight! Don't worry 'Mom', 'Dad'!" He laughed more as Arthur and Alfred blushed horribly with confused faces.
"That bloody brat. How did he end up this way?" Arthur mumbled to himself, angry at Francis and Daniel. While he was lost in thought, he suddenly remembered that Alfred shouldn't have been notified at all about Daniel. He panicked as he turned to Alfred. "Alfred-" When he saw the American's blushing face, he instantly new that he must have heard Danny's comment. "Don't tell me that you've been able to see Danny this entire time."
"Well, yeah, I have." Arthur groaned as he put a hand to his face, saying how stupid he was to not know that sooner. "So, um. I need to get to work."
"Not after this, you aren't." Arthur glanced at Alfred fiercely. "You are going to call in sick, and we are going after that bloody frog and brat." He walked passed Alfred back into the house. "Sometimes I wish that Francis and his shitty beard would just sod off and..." Alfred decided to block out the rest of Arthur's insults and profanity as he called his boss.
"Ja, Alfred, vhat icht it?" Ludwig answered with a most uninterested tone.
Alfred cursed the stupid Caller ID phones and did his best to act sick. Trying his best to make a scratchy voice, he spoke. "Yeah, um, boss, I'm sort of," he coughed hard like he would if he's sick, "I'm sort of sick." He sniffed obnoxiously to get the point across.
Ludwig was silent on the other side as he listen to Alfred hacking and coughing. "Ja, vell..." He was grossed out a bit, though he should be used to his brother doing such when- Alfred was acting sick to get a day off. Ludwig sighed. Alfred must have a good reason to want to skip work. "Take zhe day off. I hope you get vell." He played along with the old charade and hung up after he was done speaking.
Alfred blinked and looked at the phone. "That was easy." He turned the phone off and put it in the cradle. He turned around to see Arthur with the most disgusted face. "What?"
"That was horrible acting, and completely gross." The Brit stated bluntly. Alfred was about to complain, but Arthur shook his head, holding his hand up to stop the other from speaking. "We shouldn't be arguing over a trivial thing like this. Get your car keys. We're going to find them whether they want to be found our not." Alfred just nodded as he did what he was told. They soon entered his car and head off where he remembered seeing Francis go. "I hope that bloody frog knows nothing about Danny being with him."
"You did sort of yell Danny's name after insulting Francis. He might just be confused or think that you miss our dear friend since he's dead." Arthur stared at Alfred as he drove. The American was acting like the fact his friend was dead didn't hurt him, but he knew otherwise. Alfred was hurting on the inside.
The Brit nodded. "Let's pray he just thinks that." He looked out the windshield in search of the car he knew all too well. Arthur only wanted time alone with Alfred, but now they have to babysit a newbie ghost that went off with a pervert somewhere. Sighing, he shook his head. "Just what could Danny be thinking?"
Alfred shrugged, wondering the same thing. He didn't remember Danny ever hanging out with the Frenchman, but that doesn't mean they didn't. He was also talking with Francis yesterday... His eyes widened at a thought. "Do you think that Francis can somehow communicate with Danny without knowing it?" Arthur just looked at Alfred.
They weren't sure, but they were hoping that Danny would be safe. "Let's hope they don't lose each other." Arthur said, staring straight again. "If Danny loses touch with a familiar being, he'll disappear from this world forever." Alfred almost braked the car in surprise at the news, but he didn't. They had to find him soon, and Francis better be with him. If he wasn't, he was going to do something horrible just because he didn't want his friend to disappear. We'll find him. I know we will. Determined, he put pressure on the gas pedal and sped up.
Note: It's been a long while since I've updated, and I wasn't sure about this story anymore, but I'm going to try and turn it around from what it was turning into back to what I want it to be. The original idea will be coming back and the other idea with be kept as another story idea, possibly. I'm still debating.
I hope you all like the update though it's short. It's also not beta-ed so there might be mistakes.
Ciao: Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.
