A/N: I'm sorry for neglecting this fic, but I've been pretty preoccupied with Game of Thrones. I mean who hasn't? ;) I may just have to write a GoT story. I've also been sorta planning a medieval fantasy Hetalia fic that I might start in the summer. Don't feel obliged to read it, as it will probably suck. I don't own hetalia...

The computer room was not the nicest of places to keep a permanent residence, as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo found out after living there for two years. After the first five months he developed an aptitude for his condition and had come to terms with the fact that no one would ever see him again, but he was lonely and sad and couldn't help remembering all the things he missed from the world of the living. He missed eating Churros and tending his tomato garden. He missed his family and best friends. He missed taking a siesta in his overly comfortable bed, and playing with the children that walked down his street. Not in a creepy way, of course.

In life, Antonio had been a caring and cheerful young man who was loved by his family and all those around him. At least that's what it said on his smooth granite gravestone that he visited one day. That was all God had seen fit to give him in his darkest hour; a release from the suffocating walls of the educational establishment he died in, in the form of the ability to fade away and reappear in a far off location whenever he so desired. He used this ability to better improve his moping skills by visiting long forgotten family members and revelling in the melancholy of being hidden away from them in a separate world for the dead.

He couldn't even change his clothes. He was stuck in the uncomfortable school uniform he died in. Life just about couldn't get any worse for the previously easygoing Spaniard.

It was one afternoon when he wandered absentmindedly down the corridor that he first noticed the change. He had been whistling the riff to one of his favourite guitar pieces when he walked directly into someone, causing them both to fall ungracefully onto their rears. Antonio had felt a short sensation of contact, albeit fairly weak on his end, but a sensation nonetheless. To top things off, the green eyed, blonde haired Brit offered to help him up afterwards.

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo had never been so happy in his life. He gushed praise and all the idle chit chat he could possibly think of that he missed dearly and with a passion. It was, all in all, the kind of mindless, mundane encounter you'd never remember you had if asked later in the day, but for Antonio, it was more. It meant hope, and it meant a chance of being human again. Or at least acting human.

No one else saw him that day. Only the boy in the corridor. So naturally the now cheerful ghost decided to 'haunt' him. Or in this case, being that he appeared less than dead to the Brit, stalk him. From the moment he pushed open the double doors, to the moment he entered his car to return home, he watched him. 'It must be why I'm still here' he thought, giving the matter as little thought as possible. He wasn't one for hatching plots or acing tests in life, and that attribute had been passed down again in death.

He had found out some interesting (and some not so interesting) things about the boy he now knew as Arthur Kirkland.

1. He spoke quickly and used complicated words with his strong accent that Antonio found hard to understand

2. He owned a large, leather-bound book full of Latin that he read ever night

3. He had a close relationship with Alfred F. Jones

and 4, He hung out with his old friend Francis Bonnefoy. And something was different about Francis.

And so, after becoming privy to Arthur's personal timetable and the comings and goings of the Supernatural Defence Squad, Antonio waited at night in the computer room he had died in two years prior to finally confront the one person that may be able to help him move on.

Unfortunately, the others didn't see it that way.

"Uh... did I say something wrong? Why are you being so quiet? You can see me, right?"

No answer. He saw something like relief in Francis's eyes, which seemed innocent enough, but he also saw dark lust evident in his expression too. Antonio knew he had to be wary around his old friend, as much as he would like to run to him, arms open and laughing in a field of roses.

Antonio realised that similar thoughts must have been going through Francis's mind, as a moment later he ran towards his friend to embrace him in what would surely be the bear hug of the century. As the Frenchman prepared to clamp down on his friend, the off-put Spaniard used his powers from beyond the grave to flicker out of the way and to the other side of the room.

He looked apologetically at his friend, lying in a pile if chairs. "Lo siento. I haven't had company in a while..."

"Never mind that! Although it now seems a tad unlikely, we think you're responsible for possessing a student in this computer room." Arthur raised a furry eyebrow at Antonio after emerging from behind a visibly scared Alfred.

"I- I would never do something so mean! I did watch that incident though. Such an evil man..." Antonio shivered at the memory of a certain dark expression he saw present on the face of a student at the time. He knew the room and its occupants well; what they said to each other, what faces they made, and above all, what they were doing on their computers. He'd seen some... bad uses of technology in his two years, mostly pornography and the sending of chain letters, but some people found more creative uses for their time.

"Ghost-" Arthur addressed Antonio harshly, "you know more than you're letting on".

Emerald and forest green eyes met and Antonio replied slowly, memories of that one computer screen clouding his mind.

"Some things are better left alone-"

Still, Arthur and his unlikely squad had the final word on the matter;

"Who did you see?"

A/N: well there you go! I wanted to leave things on a bit of a cliff hanger... anyway, please please let me know what you think! I also like private messages, so don't be shy, I will reply. ;) I also decided that I'm probably following the rules of the Being Human universe for this fic. I'm not sure what the American version is like, but I watched the British one. Well see ya next time!