Technology hates me…but even so, I'm bound and determined to fix this chapter. Not that anyone read it to begin with, but meh. It works.
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G8 Haunting
-Chapter 2-
It took him awhile, but Germany finally became aware that he was openly gaping. Quickly closing his mouth in embarrassment, Germany tried his best to collect his thoughts, but instead he only managed to parrot his earlier statement.
"Vhat?!"
Oh, a little shock managed to worm it's way in there this time. At least it wasn't completely a repetition of what he'd managed to squawk earlier. It was an improvement.
"Ve~, I wanted to know if you believed in ghosts, Doitsu." Italy repeated carelessly, obviously unconcerned about his German friend's discomfort with the topic.
"Vhy," Germany stopped himself, it was only after taking a deep and slowly counting to ten that he tried again. "Why are you suddenly so interested in the existence of ghosts? I thought you did not like things that scared you." Ah, he had been able to control his accent this time. Another small improvement to take note of. Now, if only he could get rid of his blasted headache! Oh well, one thing a time.
"I don't," Italy muttered quietly, surprising the German beside him. "But last night fratello wanted to watch a scary movie about a haunted house, but everyone died at the end and I got scared." Here Italy shivered, having unintentionally remembered how all the characters had died. "I was so scared that I was too afraid to sleep by myself, but fratello wouldn't let me sleep with him! He said I was being a bambino and that it was silly to be afraid of something that isn't even real. But the ending credits said that it was based on a true story! Fratello says that ghosts don't exist, but the people who made the movie had to of gotten the things that happened in that movie from somewhere! I'm so confused..."
"Ah," Germany sighed. So this is all South Italy's doing. I should have guessed.
"Doitsu, do you think ghosts really exist?" The little Italian asked weakly, staring up at his German friend with teary eyes.
Clearing his throat uncertainly, Germany faltered in his answer. How do you answer that without stepping on other people's feet? Best go with his honest opinion on the matter and hope for the best.
"W-well Italy, I'm going to have to side with your bruder on this one. I believe that ghosts don't-"
"Of course ghosts exist!" America suddenly interjected, effectively inserting himself into the conversation and cutting Germany off mid-sentence.
Apparently, the younger nation had tired of watching England beating the crap out of France and had opted instead to see what the others were doing. He couldn't find Canada (again), Russia and Japan's conversation was about some bridge (boring!), so he had decided to see what Germany and Italy were talking about. And wonders of wonders! They were talking about one of his favorite topics: ghosts! Score!
"Ve, you believe in ghosts, Alfred?" Italy asked happily.
"Of course," America laughed good-naturedly. "Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they're not there!"
"Astutely put, America." England praised his former colony, leaving the beaten and bloody lump that was France a heap on the floor behind him as he joined the small congregation. There was an oddly hopeful gleam in his expressive green eyes. "Does this mean that you have finally accepted the truth and believe that my fairy friends do, in fact, exist?"
"Ah Angleterre," France giggled in amusement, seeming to instantly recover from his injuries and appear beside the Englishman. "Still as childish as ever I see, still believing in your little fairy friends and spirits. Of course it's not very surprising, even as a child you were exceptionally childish."
Unfortunately, France's quick recovery was short lived as England angrily pounced on the Frenchman and began to literally beat the snot out of him. The other nations easily ignored this minor disturbance, having become immune to the immature Frenchman's wails of agony and the Englishman's crude curses centuries ago.
"Enough of the fairy talk guys," America said, trying to get the others back on topic. "We're talking about things that really exist here, remember? Ghosts? Remember? Your with me on this aren't ya, Kiku? You believe that ghosts exist, right?"
"Nani?" Japan squeaked, surprised. Having not been paying attention to the others' conversation in favor of arguing with Russia about the construction of the bridge, Japan had absolutely no idea what it was that America was asking about. Not to mention he had no idea what it was America wanted him to say. Thankfully, it was times like these that Japan felt he could safely fall back on his failsafe. "H-hai, I agree with America-san."
"Ha!" America did a small fist pump in triumph, grinning madly in victory. "There, you see? Kiku agrees with me! And Kiku doesn't lie, so you know you can believe him! Ghosts do exist!"
Japan coughed guiltily at that.
"Ah, but it would seem that little England is not the only childish one here, Amerika~" Russia suddenly giggled, showing interest in the others' conversation for the time that day. "You are acting quit childish."
"Dude, what is it with you and insulting me? Is it your life's mission to make my life miserable every chance you get or what?"
"What did you call me you bloody wanker?!"
"Honhonhon~"
SMACK!
"Shut up frog!"
Germany groaned, he should have seen this coming really, really he should have.
Russia and America were in a glaring contest with each other, England leaving Francis shaped indents in the floor, Italy was crying, Canta or whatever the hell his name was is still missing, and Germany's headache had upgraded itself in to a migraine.
Mein Gott, I need a beer…
"Ve! Germany, Alfred and Ivan are scaring me!"
"Quit staring at me you commie bastard!"
"Ah, but America, it is you who is staring at me. Perhaps you are enjoying what you are looking at, Da?"
"Come back here frog! I'm going to skin you alive!"
It was only until France's high pitched scream reached his ears that Germany realized that one beer just wouldn't cut it, not when he was forced to be around these idiots anyway.
"ENOUGH," Germany roared. "WE ARE TAKING A 15 MINUTE BREAK, EVERYONE GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE AND GO BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE FOR AWHILE! WHEN YOU GET BACK I EXPECT YOU ALL TO HAVE SOME SEMBLANCE OF MATURITY SO THAT WE CAN THIS DAMN MEETING OVER AND DONE WITH! NOW GET OUT!"
The other nations didn't need to be told twice, Germany had barely finished the sentence when the others bolted.
Growling in annoyance Germany yelled after them. "And Alfred, find your brother! He'd better be here when the meeting starts again!"
After the livid nation had left the room a small meek voice piped up.
"But I've been here the whole time…"
But of course, no one heard it.
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You can't forget Canada!
Ghostbusters show up next chapter!
I am a slow updater, so be patient for updates. Sorry..
Reviews are appreciated!
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Review Responses:
LasagnaLover: Glad you enjoyed the chapter! I'll try to add more fights in for ya. I'm already having fun with Russia's playing the bad guy all the time! It's just so easy to make him the antagonist!
Mr. Staypuft: You can bet there is going to be a lot of gloating from America by the end of this!