Author Notes- Sorry about slow updates! I just have a lot going on for me right now! And I hope you guys are having a good year! Did you guy make any new years resolutions? (Mine is to do better on updating. /But let's be honest here, that's probably not going to happen.)

-Chapter 8-

"Please help me!" "We know you can see us!" "It's your fault-!" "Stop ignoring me!" "It hurts!" "I beg of you-" "uccisore!" "If you don't-" England put his hands over his ears shuddering as the mob of people continued to shout at him. "Are you okay, man?" America asked with concern in his voice, "They're just so loud." England answered. America raised an eyebrow confused on who he meant as looked at the crowd that flooded the Italian airport. "It's not that different from how it would be back home." "He's referring to the χαμένων ψυχών." Greece stated, frustrating America "χα-" America tried to repeat after Greece ending up miss pronouncing horribly. Greece smiled seeing the American at least try, "It means lost souls." he said calmly. "Lost souls?! You mean to tell me that there are ghosts here?!" America shouted with panic in his voice.

"Calm down America, you're causing a scene." England said glancing at the people who were now looking at them, some people even having stopped what they were doing to watch. "Don't call them ghosts." Greece ordered America who was looking around franticly as though he might really see one of them, "Why?" America asked while still looking around. "Because by calling them ghosts you tend to forget that they were human. Lost souls should be pitted, not feared like monsters." Greece said with sad expression, looking at something that America despite his efforts couldn't see. "...They don't look very human..." England muttered.

His eyes panned over the horrifying souls that surrounded them. They all looked wrong. Those who were begging wore clothes more close to the current era, while those who were aggressive wore clothes that seemed out of this time. It pained him to look at any of them. Some were bloody or crying while some had no blood on them at all, but they still seemed a bit off. His eyes landed on one man particularly who was the one who called him a uccisore, a solider. From world war 2 from the looks of the uniform, his skin tone hinting that he was Italian. England stopped walking, his eyes captivated."...He looks...so angry..." England thought out loud staring at the furious Italian. "That's because it was your soldiers that killed him, and most likely all of his friends as well, they died by your order." Greece coldly grunted at England. He had stopped walking as soon as England did. "But I thought..." England started feeling a certain guilt in his chest, "You thought that all of Italy's men had ran away? That the only ones your men found were cowards that allowed themselves to be prisoners?"

"Well...yes..." England admitted feeling like he should be apologizing, "Well in truth that's what Italy wanted. He saw how enthusiastic and hopeful those soldiers were, he watched in horror as they all promised each other that they would live to see the end of the war victoriously. Italy did everything in his power to crush this. To make them realize that they were out matched. He didn't care if his men were known as cowards, he just wanted to keep them from dying. To keep them becoming like this." Greece said gesturing at the soldier that was giving England a deathly glare whiling muttering words of pure hatred. He took a deep breath before continuing "But there was men who were to brave or foolish to listen to him, that rebelled against his orders and fought your men. All meeting the same ending. This soldier was so sucked up with that promise that now he's trapped here until either you die or Italy personally blesses him." Greece finished glancing over at America who was running in their direction.

"Dudes! What the heck?! Why did you stop?!" America shouted being oblivious that both had very serious and grim expressions. "It was nothing." Greece said as he started walking again. America looked at England who hadn't even acknowledged his presence. "England?" America questioned as he approached England. He put his hand on England's shoulder, making England jump with surprise. "Whoa, calm down bro. Are you okay?" America asked with concern tinting his voice, "F-fine. I'm fine." England stuttered just then noticing America. He turned to America, "This is just...a lot to get used to..." England's voice sounding exhausted. "That's why you have me! The hero to save you and all of the world from it's troubles!" America exclaimed in his usual heroic tone, England couldn't help but smile at this. Seeing that America was acting the same, completely unaware that nightmarish beings were surrounding them.

"Common, we don't want to get separated again." England chirped as he started follow Greece, who was already getting far ahead of them. Their feet clattered on the floor as they tried to catch up to Greece. "Hey, wait up!" America shouted to the back of Greece's head. Greece stopped his fast paced walking and waiting for the pair to catch up. "You walk a lot faster then I thought!" America exclaimed as he made eye contact with Greece, "Well I'm sure that if you wanted to you could out run me." Greece said as he remembered hearing about how America despite eating like a pig was very strong, which meant he could also be very fast. "Of course I could! I'm the hero!" America shouted in his usual heroic voice.

"So how long have you been like this, you know the whole seeing souls thing?" America asked Greece as they walked together. Greece closed his eyes for a moment with a grim expression. "America, it obvious that he doesn't to talk about so just ba-" England started before getting interrupted by Greece " No, it's okay. You're probably curious yourself." Greece said with his open again looking ahead. He took a deep breath before continuing "A long time ago, before England was alive, before we would use the term A.D., I was attacked by a δαίμονας, or demon as you two call it. Now though I was religious, I never had prepared myself for an event like that. Unlike England and Romano there wasn't someone conveniently there to save me, and I got more than just it's essence, just as it had wanted it possessed me." England covered his mouth in horror, though he hadn't really been possessed he did get to see what would have happened he had been. And just seeing it was the worst thing in his life, he couldn't even imagine a life where it really happened.

"What happened from there?" America asked, trying to hide the fact that all this demon and ghost talk had made him start shaking. "Sickness. Sickness is what happened. When I was possessed it affected my nation, a plague known as Plague of Athens spread. It killed so many innocent people. And I had no real power over myself, it was like all I was watching a horrible nightmare. My body moved on it own and sometimes a thought that wasn't mine crossed over my mind." Greece paused as exhaled sounding exhausted. "A thought that wasn't yours?" America repeated, not understanding what that meant. "A thought that belonged to the δαίμονας." Greece clarified. "But how could a thought that wasn't your go into your mind?" America asked, not noticing how England had visibly stiffened and wasn't comfortable with the conversation. "We were sharing a body, though I was only really getting to see what was happening. The longer a δαίμονας is in your body the more it become their body. First you'll just get some of their thoughts, but it'll be rare. Then it'll start becoming more common, and you become desensitized to whatever horrible thought they were having. And then lastly, when you no longer have anymore hope regaining controlling your own body, you no longer can differ their awful thoughts with your own. You spent so long with them that you have become like the δαίμονας."

"...And at what point were you at when you got rid of the demon?" America hesitantly asked glancing at Greece, who looked somber. "The very last stage." "Well everything's okay now, right?!" America said almost desperate to get away from the dark atmosphere he had accidently created with his questions, "Well, yes I no longer have a δαίμονας controlling me. But doing things like what I did when England was about to get possessed, using holy commands. It now hurts me. It makes me vomit and easily succumb to stress, unless I'm using medication." Greece's words crushing hope for lightening the subject. "I thought it was the medication that made you sick." America said recalling how Romano had told them that when Greece was in the bathroom puking. "What made you think that?" Greece said as he tilted his head. "Romano said that it was the medication." America said wondering why Romano would lie about that.

America was surprised as he saw Greece's face illuminate with a smile. America raised one eyebrow, before he could even ask Greece answered. "Romano was trying to make a point at making me seem less... scary, after all, if he told you that I for hundreds of years was possessed I'm sure that you wouldn't have been so on board with the idea of coming with me." Greece said as he made a mental note to thank Romano for his actions. "Of course I would have! I'm the hero, and heroes aren't scared of anything!" America shouted, despite that he wasn't sure if he would have done this if he knew that himself. "So what time should we be expecting the flight?" England asked finally not being able to take anymore of the discussion on possession and demons.

"About an hour or two, depending on how smoothly things go." Greece said as he spotted the seats where they could wait for their flight. He sat down to the far right, just looking at the window that showed planes arriving and leaving. America sat down next to Greece with England to his left. He looked up at the monitors, some showing instructions in various languages and others show the news, in Italian as to be expected. America tried to watch the news for a few minutes but not know what they're saying makes it almost hard to watch. America turned his head to Greece, who now looked like his relaxed and easy-going self. "So did a demon try to possess Italy too?" America asked, earning an internal sigh from England. Greece shook his head "No, he was born able to see them. That why his grandfather spent more time with him than with Romano, because Italy was going to very quickly in life have to start taking anti-depressants to feel happiness. That's why he's always keeping his eyes closed, so that he won't have to see things he doesn't want to see."

"Like demons?" America asked imagining Italy's reaction to seeing a demon, "Well, yes. But also the χαμένων ψυχών, and a specific spirit as well." Greece answered without looking away from the window. "What specific spirit?" America asked with curiosity in his voice. "If I tell you, you can't tell anyone." Greece said with hesitation in his words. "You can count on me, bro!" America shouted, being his typical self. "One day, when he was still just a child, he opened his eyes. He opened them because he heard a familiar voice, one that belonged to someone he would give the world to be with. Someone who left for war. When he opened his eyes, with a smile on his face ready to give that person a hug, he saw that they weren't alive. He saw that Holy Roman Empire after dying had come back to him, in order to fulfill his promise. That he would return."

Translations

χαμένων ψυχών

Means "lost souls" (Just like Greece says it does.)

δαίμονας.

Means "demon." (Just like Greece says it does.)

More Author Notes- I hope you liked this chapter! Please leave a review! (They give me motivation) I hope you guys like how I incorporated real events into this!