Ahhh... I am sorry about the wait! I had major writing block for this because I just couldn't become creative enough to Ivan's part but I found a little bit and this is what came out!

I hope no one hates me for this xD haha. But yeah, thank you for being patient! (Sorry if you weren't)

Also thank you for all the reviews and such :) I probably wouldn't of even continued this if it wasn't for you guys! haha.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and am making no money off of it. This is simply for fun.

(I promise the next chapter will be done today. It will be the last one so yay! So close!)

Chapter 11

Present

Matthew Williams kept running. Laughing? The hell was that! He was terrified, no, terrified didn't even sum up to how he was feeling at the moment. The ghost is fucking with him, that has to be it!

He went face first into a brick wall and fell backwards onto his butt only to look up into joyous violet eyes.

"Found you, Sunflower. Very naughty of you to be hiding in my room, da." Matthew glared at Ivan. This guy is a wack job! He scooted back away from the Russian as he stepped forwards towards the Canadian. "Don't run. Let's just forget about today, yes?"

"No."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have heard wrong. I thought you denied my request, but that can't be correct, can it?" Ivan smiled sweetly, his hands behind his back, hiding what Matthew assumed to be that knife from before. Damn it, Matthew. Why didn't you grab a knife from that room?

"You heard me, I said no." Matthew sneered, he was sitting on the ground but he will not give into the man who killed Gilbert!

Ivan's eyes darkened and he brought out the knife that was behind his back.

"Bad choice…"

He stepped forward, smile still pasted on his lips but his eyes were narrowed, "I will have to punish you, da."

Just as he was about to run at Matthew, someone jumped onto his back, arm wrapped around his neck while the other covered and scratched at Ivan's eyes.

Alfred held on, using all his strength to choke out the larger man.

The American bared his teeth which were stained red with blood; the same liquid covered half of his face as he bit down hard onto the pale skin, making Ivan cry out.

Ivan ran back into a wall, making the leach gasp and let go as he slid to the floor. Blood was leaking from Alfred's stomach from earlier.

"Alfie!" Matthew cried when his twin coughed up blood. "No!" Ivan threw Matthew over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried him upstairs.

"L-Let him go, you-"

Thump

Once again, a loud thump was heard upstairs. It sounded like footsteps, really heavy ones. Then every door started to open and slam shut, over and over at the same time. Alfred stared at the kitchen door, as it was the only one that opened slowly.

Inside the kitchen was dark, he couldn't see passed the door. But something was in there and the American really didn't want to find out, but right now… He can't exactly do anything about it.

Ivan stopped in his tracks, he was about to go upstairs but when the house started acting up, even he was a tad bit scared. Ghosts were unpredictable and this one wasn't particularly fond of him. The Russian watched the stairs as they began to start creaking under invisible weight, the thin layer of dust blew away from the heavy footsteps.

He didn't move, which he has no idea why he didn't, but the moment everything just stopped and everything was calm… Ivan could feel a cold air surrounding him, giving him goose bumps. But he didn't shiver, nor did he tremble in fear. He waited, waited for what was surely to come.

Still, nothing happened. Ivan looked around the dark house, and gave a slight jump when all the doors upstairs slammed shut one last time. When he turned to the kitchen, it was the only door left open.

A sudden gust of wind came from the stairs, strong enough that it blew Ivan onto his back and Matthew to fly away from him and groan when he hit the floor.

It had felt like hands pushed him. Not good, da. He looked back to the kitchen door, it didn't move. Ivan could hear Matthew and Alfred talking behind him in hushed whispers, but he didn't care. His attention was on that door, waiting.

When he was sure nothing would happen, he turned to see the Canadian trying to help up the American. He grinned as he got up to go get them when a deep growl emitted from the kitchen. Ivan froze, not moving. He didn't want to look back to the kitchen door this time, now that something was inside it and making itself known. A loud roar, much like a lion sounded out of the kitchen and shook the walls of the living room, nails digging into the wooden floors of the kitchen like being dragged. Alfred and Matthew covered their ears, it was too loud and hurt but Ivan didn't. Slowly, he turned to the kitchen and stared at it. Picking up his knife, he walked to it, thinking this idea will have nothing but a bad outcome; he walked inside, passed the door. The dark wooden door slammed shut with an unnatural sound before it locked.

Matthew stared at the door, did Ivan just have a death wish or…

"Mattie…" Alfred managed to breathe out, catching his brother's attention. Matthew turned back to his twin, moving sweaty and bloody hair out of his face.

"We're going to get you help, okay?" Alfred smiled at that, nodding slightly. He didn't feel like talking which was a miracle in itself. But it took too much out of him, he needed what air he could get to stay alive, not talk.

The floor boards settled, setting Alfred off. After all that happened, he had composed himself but that topped it off, ruining his self control.

Alfred started to hyperventilate, his hands shaking and a tear fell down his cheek. He was beyond scared, no, no! Stay away from me! He yelled to himself, begging for that ghost to just… Stay where it was or leave at least.

"Alfred, it's okay! Calm down, please!" Matthew pleaded; pressing both of the palms of his hands to the sides of Alfred's face, "Look at me, come on. Deep breath." Alfred took a deep breath as instructed and struggled to keep looking at his brother, "Stay looking at me!" The Canadian stared into his twin's blue eyes, "You're alright… You'll be okay, just deep breaths…"

From Alfred's panic attack, the wound on his stomach started to bleed again and blood dripped from his bottom lip. Tears were running free from his eyes as he began to beg,

"Please, p-please, I-I want out of h-here!"

"Don't wo-"

The brother's froze when the front doors lock twitched from a key. The door started to open and green eyes peeked in, Arthur.

"What the hell?" Arthur burst the rest of the way in when he saw blood and ran over to his lover, getting to his knees. He reached out his hands as if to touch him but he didn't know if he could.

"Hi, Iggy," Alfred smiled weakly. His once tan face was pale, blue eyes losing their lively color and turning darker.

"What happened?" The Brit turned to Matthew for answers,

"Ivan…" Was all the blond could answer, he figured it was him. It could only be him, Alfred may be clumsy but he isn't clumsy enough to fall onto a knife.

"I… I'll call the police and an ambulance!" Arthur said hurriedly, taking out his cell phone, dialing 911.

Matthew nodded; it'll take a while before any help came. But it was worth a shot; at least Ivan will be caught. Hopefully, and now Arthur is here to help take care of Alfred. He just wonders what is happening with the Russian right now…

"Show yourself!" Ivan shouted into the darkness. All he got in return was a deep creak that sounded like the house would be cut in half. "Coward…" He whispered and gasped when he was thrown onto his back.

He looked up and saw the dining table, a shadow darker than the rest was there and Ivan could feel eyes on him…

A pale skeleton shaped hand moved out of the shadow and then another, blood covering the ground under its touch. The nails were black from bruises and those hands looked all too familiar to Ivan.

A chuckle echoed out from the darkness and Ivan slowly crawled back, eyes never leaving those hands when his back hit the refrigerator. The laughter got louder, causing the hands to shake in response.

The Russian was a tad bit afraid of this ghost. His eyes flickered to the kitchen door and then the laughter just stopped. The fingernails on the pale hands grew until they were long and sharp. The ghost under the table moved out from underneath and slowly stood.

The white shirt it was wearing was torn to bits, splatters of blood covered the bottom and the matching white pants were torn at the ends.

The hair was white and shoulder length and the ghosts head was lowered so Ivan could see no face until the head tilted to the side slowly. The hair moved out from over an eye and half of the ghosts smile was showing.

The eye was glowing bright crimson red and in the ear splitting smile, Ivan could see razor sharp teeth. When it spoke, its voice was deeper and older sounding and had its own echo. It didn't move along with the lips;

"You will die." Were it's only words and in a flash it was over Ivan with a shrill scream and violet eyes widened but he couldn't produce any kind of sound. Then the ghost disappeared.

The Russian stood up slowly and looked around the dark kitchen for any sign of the ghost. A sharp pain came from his arm and he grunted. Looking at where the pain came from he saw blood and four deep cuts.

He looked back up into the darkness and heard a small giggle and some running soft footsteps before the same pain was now in his leg. He gave a small cry of pain and hopped backwards to press his back once more against the fridge.

Ivan growled, "Coward. Can't you show yourself and make this even?" Ivan shouted but there was no response but the air turned colder.

"You do not deserve an even fight." An amused voice whispered into his ear and he spun to come face to face with the ghost, the hair was greasy and thin. But what scared Ivan was that the face wasn't even fully formed, it looked like half of the skin was torn off and while half of the lips were in a Chelsea smile, the other half was torn and Ivan could see gums and teeth that were sharpened.

The hands of the ghost grabbed onto his face, long nails digging into his cheeks when it seemed the jaw unhinged like a snake and it screamed. It was inhuman and caused Ivan to squeeze his eyes shut and grind his teeth.

Right now, he couldn't find his voice over the fear.

When he peeked an eye open, he saw the ghost was fizzing in and out before pain.

Pain radiated throughout Ivan's entire body and then he let out a scream.

Matthew continued holding Alfred close, trying to keep him awake. He was loosing too much blood and the wound wouldn't stop bleeding. His face was pale and his blue eyes were dark with death close by.

"You better stay alive, Jones." Arthur spoke. His voice wavered and he found it hard to keep an eye on the brothers. There was too much blood and he wanted to help. There were their cars outside but Arthur couldn't risk moving Alfred too much and hurting him further. What if he didn't make it to the hospital?

Matthew had suddenly stopped speaking to Alfred and his eyes drifted to the kitchen door. He could feel the temperature dropping and he was sure something bad was happening on the other side of the wooden door.

He just wasn't sure if he wanted to find out.

Then the scream. It was a lot like the one Matthew had heard when he was alone in the kitchen. It for some reason didn't hurt his ears. It was like he couldn't hear it but there it was. The sound seemed to be avoiding him.

Arthur and Alfred were the same way. Both now watching the door and Alfred was trying his best not to start a panic attack again.

"W-What is that?" Arthur asked and Matthew didn't respond. He couldn't bring himself too.

Then came a different scream. It was Ivan's and it was shrill. Like he was in a lot of pain but no body moved to help him. He deserves what is coming to him but it didn't stop the others from being scared. They've never heard of a ghost being able to do so much.

When it stopped and all was still, each let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. They flinched when suddenly flashing lights and loud sirens pulled up into the driveway. The lights flashed against the inside of the house, giving them enough light to see.

It wasn't pretty.

There was a lot of blood.

There were a few car doors opening and right before they could reach the house, the kitchen door opened.

The three didn't even have a chance to blink before Ivan came running out. He was covered in blood from head to toe. The only color that wasn't red were his eyes that were bright with anger.

"You aren't leaving me!" He yelled and scooped Matthew up, causing him to let go of Alfred who let out a cry of pain. Matthew gave a small scream before his mouth was covered and a knife was at his throat. "I'm not going out without you." He whispered and tears weld up in the Canadian's eyes.

"Let him go!" Arthur yelled and was about to try and protect Matthew when he saw the knife pressed harder against the blonde's throat and a small bit of blood leaked from it.

Ivan didn't respond to the Brit and got ready to slice open Matthew's throat when there was a thump. Violet eyes widened and a bit more blood came from the Russian's mouth before he let go of Matthew and fell to his side.

In Ivan's back, was a long knife that the end of the blade peeked out from the Russian's chest. Matthew saw this and everything began to blur. He heard the front door open and people rushing in. He felt hands on him but the last thing he saw, at the top of the stairs, was a blur of white before everything went black.