Nya everyone! Tis Rissa back with a new update! Sorry it's been awhile! Among this one I also have to update Where The Flowers Bloom, Holiday to Hell, Just A Flower Crush, and now a new aph fanfic I started with Blake Bishop called Did I Catch your Attention?! . This is sooooo gonna screw me over in the long run. LMAO

Warning: Creepy ghosts and I am totally pulling this chapter out of thin air! XD

Summary- The twins Alfred and Matthew stumble upon a hidden village, trapped in never-ending darkness. But who cries into the night and who is that man walking around with a pipe? And what's with all these Red butterflies? US/UK and Russia/Canada!

Chapter Three- Brother gone.

"Thank you very much.....err." Arthur turned back looking puzzled, "I'm sorry, but what is your names?"

Alfred burst out laughing. He totally forgot he never introduced himself.

"Fuck! Sorry about that. My name is Alfred F. Jones."

Matthew stepped forward and raised his hand in front of Arthur's, "And I'm Matthew Williams."

Arthur shook it and smiled.

"It is a pleasure to meet you two."

Much to Alfreds delight and Arthurs puzzlement, the door opened easily as if it was never locked. Alfred crept slowly out of the room and looked around anxiously, praying silently in his head that he would not run into any more ghosts. But in this village? Who knows! After seeing that the coast was clear, Alfred waved a hand behind him in an ok and Arthur and Matthew timidly came out to stand next to him. Alfred surveyed the distance to the door that led out of the creepy house and whirled to face his brother and new-found friend.

"Okay, who's going first?"

Matthew tilted his head and Arthur took on a vacant face.

"What do you bloody mean, 'who's going first?'!" Arthur scowled at Alfred.

"I mean, who's running to the door so we know nothing is going to pop out." Alfred flashed a smile.

Matthew let out an eep and looked to Arthur, clearly showing that he should go. He was not going to risk his neck.

"How about you!? Why either of us?"

Arthur crossed his arms and glared at Alfred. Alfred pouted for a second before grinning.

"Cause isn't Britain known for fairytales and crap? You can handle it!"

Arthur dropped his jaw then became enraged. This idiot!

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT! YOU ARE A IDIOT!" Arthur stamped his foot in protest, the floorboards creaking fiercely.

"Whoa! No offence man. Take a chill pill!" Alfred backed up with hands raised in relinquish.

Arthur became very red in the face, and his fists clenched tightly. He took a step forward. Before he started screaming again, Matthew stepped forward.

"I will go."

Arthur deflated instantly and looked at Matthew in concern. Alfred was surprised. His brother stepping in to offer help?

"And since you guys are so afraid-"

"WE ARE NOT!" Alfred and Arthur cried out at the same time.

"I will also step outside and check if the coast is clear." Matthew finished in a whisper.

Alfred bit his lip and looked over at Arthur who caught his gaze. Both did not want to put Matthew in danger, but they also didn't want to go themselves. Alfred would not move a inch, even if he was offered a million dollars. Arthur looked as if he felt the same way.

"Allright Mattie." Alfred hugged his brother quickly and pushed him gently forward, towards the door.

"Be careful!" Arthur called as Matthew walked over to the door.

Matthew looked back at Arthur and Alfred and gave a small smile before opening the door and stepping out. Alfred strained his ears and listened intently, waiting for any cry of 'Oh my god! A ghost!' but none came. The seconds ticked by and he glanced over at Arthur who also looked distressed.

"Do you think its been too long?" Alfred asked. A stupid question really, since only seconds had passed by.

"Yea. Let's go check." Arthur replied tersely.

Alfred and Arthur hastily made their way over to the door, Arthur huddled against the taller mans back. Alfred slowly opened the door and peered out. Matthew was nowhere to been seen! Where did he go!? Alfred looked back at Arthur with wide eyes and found that he noticed as well. They both stumbled out into the chilly night.

"MATTHEW? WHERE ARE YOU? THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"

Silence met his question and tears developed in his eyes. He slumped to his knees and, to his shame, began bawling like a baby. Arthur sank down next to him and put his arm around the mans back.

"Maybe he saw someone else and decided to get some information?" Arthur patted Alfred's back lightly.

It did not comfort Alfred. He felt horrible. It was all his fault. He should have not been a scardy cat and should have gone out with his brother. As he wiped his sleeve across his face he froze. Chuckling was floating down one of the dirt roads that led further into the city. He stopped whimpering and looked to see if Arthur had heard the noise. He looked down the path and gripped Alfred tighter. He did.

"Who is that...? Arthur whispered out.

"You mean, what is that." Alfred gulped and got up, Arthur followed quickly.

"Kolkolkolkolkol...."

It was very faint but crisp and clear. Alfred gave a shudder.

"Should we....? Arthur choked out.

Alfred did not want to, but maybe his brother was down there. He would never hesitate again. That cost him already.

"Yes!" Alfred stated firmly. He took a hesitant step forward then began walking down the path towards a darkness from which he might not return from.

"Don't bloody abandon me!" Arthur cried out and stumbled forward.

Alfred felt the man bump into him then felt a hand grab his.

"I'm sorry! I meant to grab the back of your jac-jacket!" Arthur blushed and started to pull his hand away.

"No. That's fine. Now we wont lose each other." Alfred gripped the brits hand tightly and laced his fingers through the mans. He felt Arthur stiffen then relax and give a small squeeze back.

After Alfred walked for a good five minutes down the road, it started to get darker and darker. His heart rate quickened and he held on to Arthur's hand more firmly. Suddenly he tripped over what felt like a boulder and fell down on to the gravel road, pulling Arthur down with him. He cried out in pain as he felt a jagged rock cut his arm that cushioned the fall and heard Arthur gasp.

"Look! Wh-what on earth is that!?"

Alfred was irked that the man didn't ask if he was okay, but as he glanced up, he at once forgot his anger. Beautiful crimson butterflies that were luminescent fluttered a ways off in the darkness. It looked like at least 50 of them. As strange as that sight was, Alfred's eyes locked on to something more shocking. His brother was in the middle of the swarm. And if that didn't already startle Alfred, the man who had his arms wrapped around his brother's waist certainly did. He was very tall and wore some somewhat long winter coat. He had a deep crimson scarf on that cascaded down and kissed the ground. His hair was snow white and profound purple eyes gazed down at his brother. Arthur gave a scream and the man lazily looked up. It was if he were waiting for them. He smirked creepily.

"MATTHEW!" Alfred shouted loudly, terror laced his voice. That man was transparent! A ghost!

Oh jeezers.....I aplogize for the uber crappy chappy su! If you enjoyed it, then I am glad....I kind of ran out of steam after writing a new fic....and towards the end was rushing cause of said new fic cause my co-authour finished her bit, and I want to get started on mine. *is shot*

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