America walked into the restaurant where everyone was hovering around buffet waiting for him to arrive so they could eat.

"Hello everyone! I have arrived! We'll talk more later! For now, let's eat!" Everyone jumped into actions, filling their plates with tons of food as America stood happily, scanning the faces in the room. He smiled at Belarus who was sitting grumpily at the table at the head of the room. His smile quickly faded when he saw Prussia standing in the doorway.

"There's blood on your face, man," he told Prussia as he approached.

"It's England's."

America's eyes suddenly couldn't seem to focus. "So he's really. . ." America trailed off.

"He is. Don't tell me that you've had a sudden change of heart. It's a little late for that."

"I..." America shook his head. "And Sealand?"

"He's gone. He ran off while we were fighting England."

"Sealand's gone," America said slowly, "but England is. . .dead." He wasn't sure how he felt about this information.

"Yes, and there is no evidence that can lead to any of us."

"Thanks for that," America said. "I don't think Sealand will be a problem. He isn't a nation, so he is mostly all bark and no bite. . .I'll talk to you tomorrow." America watched Prussia's retreating back as he left.

"What was he doing here?" Belarus hissed at him from behind. "People will become suspicious. And you're ignoring everyone! You need to make this a proper party before they start to leave!"

"The party!" America gasped, surprised. "I completely forgot!" He went over to the soda fountain and filled his cup, raising it for a toast. "Eat up everyone! Here's to all the fun we'll have tonight."

"Aren't you going to sit, America?" Spain asked him.

"Yes! Of course! As soon as I fix a plate to eat," America sighed dramatically and shook his head in disappointment. "I sure wish England was here. It's not like him to be late. It's rude or something. I guess he could have been help up. I just hope he hasn't been hurt."

"He's probably off finding something to love," France chuckled. "It's a full moon, after all. England is like a love werewolf. Every full moon his inner monster has to come out for a little while so his needs can be satisfied." France led them to the table at the head of the room. "Let him do his piece. He'll show up." "Sit with us, America," France said, sitting down.

America scanned the table for an empty seat and found none. "The table's full," America said, turning away and wondering why they would play such a childish joke on him.

"There's an empty seat right here," Spain told him, though it almost sounded like a question.

"Where?" America asked, turning back.

Spain gestured to the seat across from him. "Right here." Spain looked at him curiously. "Are you okay, America?"

America looked at the chair across from the Spaniard and make eye contact with a very bloody, very angry England. America paled noticeably. "Which one of you did this?" he asked in a shaking voice. He couldn't seem to break his eye contact with England.

"Dude, what are you talking about?" One of the party-goers laughed.

"You can't say I did it!" America yelled at the ghost. "Don't shake your head at me!"

France stood up quickly. "Everyone! We should go! Our Ruler is clearly not feeling well. The party is over!" France leaned over to the woman sitting next to him. "Though for those who wish it, the party can continue at my house," he winked.

Belarus rolled her eyes. "Sit down," she told France. "You all know how America is. He likes to joke around! He'll stop in a moment when he realized it's not funny. Just ignore him and he'll stop." Belarus stood up and walked over to America. "What is wrong with you?" she hissed in his ear. "Are you a coward?"

"No, I am a courageous hero, but every hero has his kryptonite."

"That's nonsense! Heroes don't become afraid! You're imagining things again. Hallucinating!" Just like England, she added silently. "I told you before that ghosts don't exist. You're acting like a child being told ghost stories around a campfire. You're a coward! Once you calm down you're realize there's nothing there."

"Just look, Belarus. Look! See!" America narrowed his eyes at England. "I don't care about what you have to say," his voice shook trembled as he shook with fright. "Speak! Why have you come here! What do you have to tell me?" America closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. When he opened them, England was gone and he couldn't help but stare at where he had been sitting, the image burned into his brain.

"Don't tell me that you are paralyzed with fear," Belarus mocked him.

"He was there," America said quietly. "Right in front of me."

"Nonsense!" Belarus scoffed at him.

"That first real fight between me and England, the revolution, caused a lot of bad blood between us," America muttered. "But even then I think he knew it was justified. Now this fight ended in his death and his ghosts knows that there was no real reason for it. That's why he's going to haunt me."

"The party!" Belarus hissed.

"Party?" America's eyes jerked away from the chair and he looked at all the people him. "I forgot about the party for a few seconds," he laughed nervously, holding a hand to his head. "I'm sorry everyone! Sometimes I get horrible migraines and they cause me to see things! No reason to worry! Now, eat everyone!" He lowered his voice, "France, I'd like a very large glass of wine."

France quickly filled a large glass with a strong wine he had brought with him for the celebration and handed it to America.

"To England!" America toasted. "I wish he were here. He's missing a great party." He downed the glass completely and handed it back to France, "More please." He took the refilled glass and walked around the table to where England was once again sitting. "Go! Don't come back! You have no power over me!"

"I'm sorry that America is ruining our night, everyone," Belarus apologized. "Think of it as his strange sense of humor going too far."

"I. Am. A. Hero! If you were anyone or anything else I wouldn't be afraid! I would stand courageously and take you on! Get out of here!" England disappeared again and America happily replaced him in the seat. "It's going now!" He smiled. "I'm like a ghost-buster!"

"You're making an idiot of yourself!" Belarus scolded him.

"What?" America addressed everyone. "Are strange things not allowed to happen?"

"What kind of things exactly?" France asked him.

"Don't talk to him!" Belarus said loudly. "You'll only make him worse by having him talk about this craziness. The party is over. Everyone can stay and eat, but we are leaving. Continue without us if you must."

"Goodnight, America," Spain bowed his head slightly. "I hope you feel better soon."

"Goodnight, everyone!" Belarus called, pulling America out the front door.

"He wants his revenge! He's going to out me to everyone by doing these things! What time is it?"

"It's almost morning," Belarus told him.

Where was Hungary?" America said as if just noticing. "Why wasn't Hungary at the party? I told her to come!"

"You asked for Hungary and she didn't show up?"

America nodded idly and shrugged. "Tomorrow morning I'm going to go talk to the psychics. I want to know what's going on and what's going to happen. There are so many things that need to happen. I have to do them before I put too much thought into it."

"You need to sleep first," Belarus told him, pushing him into his room and locking him in.

A/N

America just seems like the type of person that wouldn't realize that there was a consequence to his actions.

There was something else I wanted to comment on but I forgot during my writing.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Have a good day, please review, and DFTBA