Hi guys, here's the next chapter.
Err not much to say, but I just wanted to point out that New Zealand made an appearance in Beautiful world. He(she)was in the back ground, behind Spain and England.
Anyway on with the chapter, I don't own Hetalia
"I hate those places, they're always so depressing." England muttered to himself as he finally exited the cemetery, closely followed by the Prussian ghost.
Turning into an empty alley, the Brit came to a stop and faced his albino companion who looked at him in confusion at their new setting. Before the ex-nation could voice his confusion, however, the Englishman continued. "Right, come here Prussia. Now I can no longer hear their cries I will be able to concentrate." The blonde didn't wait for the ghost to come any closer before he took a hold of his translucent wrist.
The Prussian gasped and stared at his wrist in shock. The see-through joint had become opaque under the island nation's touch, a touch he was able to feel. For the first time since his death, he was actually able to feel something.
Shaking his head to clear it of the slightly depressing thought, Prussia went to ask the Briton what the hell was going on but was effectively shut up when he felt England's vice like grip squeeze his wrist even tighter.
Muttering some words the albino didn't recognise under his breath, the blonde's fingertips began to glow green. Less than a second later, a stream of glittering green lights poured from the Brit's fingers and started to circle the pair, trapping them in a magical twister. A loud pop echoed around the alley and the pair vanished into thin air.
A much softer pop accompanied the two nations' appearance in the hallway of England's house, England landing gracefully on his feet, whereas Prussia immediately fell, landing sprawled out on the floor. The island nation let go of the Prussian's wrist, causing the latter to turn translucent once again.
Without hesitating, England left the stunned ghost, who was yet to even attempt to get up, and headed for the kitchen where he started to make himself a tea.
Once Prussia entered the room, having eventually picked himself up from the floor, the blonde nation was sitting at the breakfast table, sipping his tea. "What the hell was that!?" Prussia yelled at the top of his lungs, which he didn't use any more.
England raised an eyebrow at the ghost, looking at him from over the top of his tea cup. "You may need to elaborate, but I'm assuming you mean the teleporting and the fact that I can touch you. Simple really, I just used a teleportation spell to get us from Germany to my house. You wouldn't be able to get into a car or plane, not being solid and all, and I wasn't going to hold your hand the whole trip.
"The fact that I am able to touch you, making you solid is actually a mystery to me. I am not entirely sure how I am able to make contact with ghosts. I think it has something to do with me being able to see them and the magic in me enabling me to do so, but then I'm not certain, that's just a hypothesis." England stated simply, taking another sip of his tea.
The Prussian ghost stood with his mouth hanging open, gawking at the Englishman. So the Limey really could use magic and see things. The realisation of everything that had happened was slowly starting to sink in, causing the Prussian to freak out.
"Holy fick! It's all true. I'm a ghost, but I can't be, they don't exist. They must do, the awesome me is still here and I know that I died. Bruder couldn't see me, I haven't eaten in days but I'm not hungry. My hands are see-through, I can't feel anything, I float. Fick, Fick, Fick!"
The ghost started to pace, trying to make sense of everything that was happening. Emerald eyes silently watched the albino walk up and down, finding the situation vaguely amusing.
Prussia suddenly halted and spun round, pointing a finger accusingly at England. "You! You can see the awesome me. You're a freak! You can see ghosts and do magic. France was right, you are the black sheep of Europe. Nien, you're the black sheep of the world." Prussia screeched.
Hurt flashed across England's face at the ex-nation's words, but only briefly. Not being one to show his emotions, England gently placed his cup down and tried to remain calm, knowing that this was a lot of the ghost to take in. Hopefully, what the Prussian had said wasn't what he believed but just the shock talking. Yes, England was odd compared to most of the nations but he wasn't the only one.
The island nation remained silent as Prussia continued to insult him, his frame beginning to shake. He was going to snap if this continued for much longer, and it wasn't going to be pretty.
"I don't know who you think you are but stop talking about Arthur like that right now!" a yellow glow shouted at the Prussian, causing the ghost to stop immediately and stumble backwards.
The little fairy, who had been sitting on England's head, had had enough and was going to put a stop to this. She continued to scream at the shocked albino.
Prussia had seen the soft yellow glow on the sandy blonde's head, but hadn't taken any notice of it as his mind was too busy trying to figure out all that was going on. He did not think that it was a fairy, he didn't even think they existed.
"From what Arthur has told me, he is trying to help you get your body back and become solid! This is how you repay him? By insulting him? Arthur is not a freak, he is unique. There are only a handful of nations that can see mythical creatures and ghosts, you should be glad that one of them is willing to help you! Let alone one that can actually do magic!" The fairy huffed.
The Englishman reached out for the fairy, softly, stroking her cheek with his finger to calm her down. He then held out his palm, inviting the Fae to sit down, she did so hesitantly, looking up at England with wide amber eyes.
"It's ok Sunbeam, no need to get angry." England spoke softly, aiming to soothe the miniature girl in his palm.
She moved her golden hair out of her eyes before pointing at Prussia furiously, a scowl etched on her normally angelic face. "But he said such horrible things about you Arthur. He made you mad, I can tell. You were hurt and sad, I couldn't sit and watch." The fairy whined, much like a child, causing England to smile. It was strange to think that she was in fact older than him and used to help care for him when he was a child.
"Yes, he did, but he has a lot to take in. Give him time and he will calm down. Actually, I think the git already has." The blonde spoke calmly, looking up from his palm to the ghost. He was still breathing rapidly but looked more relaxed.
"Look Brows, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, but this is a lot for the awesome me to take in… So what other nations can see ghosts?" Prussia said with a sigh, it was difficult to spot the apologetic look, but it was definitely there.
Sunbeam fluttered out of England's hand, giving Prussia the 'I'm watching you' look, before leaving the room. The island nation rolled his eyes at the fairy's antics and took another sip of his tea before answering. "Don't mind her, she's just protective of me. She still sees me as a child who needs defending. What was your question again? Ah right, who else can see ghosts? I believe my brothers can see them, Belarus as well. Ghosts tend to stay away from the girl but she takes great interest in 'hunting' them.
"Norway and Romania can see mythical creatures but I am unaware if they can see ghosts. They have never informed me so. Belarus cannot see Sunbeam or any other mythical creatures, so some who can see ghosts may not be able to see mythical creatures and vice versa."
Prussia closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. There didn't seem to be a lot of choice for the ghost. He hardly ever spoke to any of the other nations England had just mentioned, and Belarus was just plain insane.
The fairy was right. He should be grateful that the Briton was willing to put up with him. He needed to smooth things over with the island nation, especially as the words he'd said to the Englishman before began to sink in.
"That's why that bitch is crazy, seeing ghosts all the time." The ghost chuckled grinning at England, expecting to see him smile back. What the Brit did instead was raise an eyebrow, not looking too pleased.
"Are you trying to imply that I'm crazy? If that is the case, then sod off." England said flatly, glaring at the Prussian. The albino look slightly flustered trying to think of how to save this. Stupid brows being all touchy.
The blonde started to laugh at the increasingly flushed albino, causing the latter to become confused. The Englishman grinned behind his tea cup. "I was only joking Prussia. That could factor in to why Belarus is a bit odd, it's not easy. But enough of that, let's make you solid. I feel that I need to point out that, although you may be solid enough to hold items, people won't be able to see you.
They will most likely walk through you, but will feel cold if they do so. However you will be able to touch people. I'm not quite sure how it works, you will need to talk to another ghost. I wouldn't know what it feels like for a ghost to phase through you, as I can't walk through ghosts. I often get strange looks in the street when I have to walk around ghosts that other people can't see."
England set his now empty tea cup in the sink, making a note to wash it up later, before he strode out of the kitchen. The albino followed closely behind, not having a clue where England was leading him.
"You seem to be taking this all pretty well Brows?" Prussia asked after noticing how strangely calm England was about this whole ordeal, taking it all in his stride.
The blonde waved a hand at the ghost dismissively, walking down the hall. "I've have plenty experience dealing with young ghosts, a lot of them reacting in a similar fashion to you. The insults I've grown used to, I've heard some rather peculiar ones over the years - I think I wrote them down somewhere."
The sandy blonde came to a stop in front of an ordinary looking door, giving the albino a look that clearly said 'stay back'. He gently placed his hand on the door, a warm white glow growing from under his palm. The door flashed white for a split second before dissolving away to reveal a descending wooden staircase.
Without looking back to his companion, England casually walked through the doorway and headed down the steps. A few steps down, not sensing the ghost behind him, he turned around, tapping his foot impatiently. "Well hurry up, if I die from old age I won't be able to make you solid."
"What did you just do?!" Prussia tried to say as calmly as possible, not completely able to hide his shock. Despite his surprise he followed the Brit as he continued to make his way to the basement.
"Oh, I put a magical seal on the door to stop that Yank from keep bursting in and mucking up my spells. You are going to have to get used to seeing magic as I have many charms around the house. Usually when I have company I refrain from using them. However I am not certain how long you will be staying so I will keep using them, they are rather handy."
They reached the foot of the stairs to be greeted by yet another door, England flicked a switch by the door frame and turned the door handle, pushing it open. The blonde stepped through before holding the door open for his guest, even though Prussia could just walk through - he was a gentleman after all.
Prussia was about to say something about England not using magic to open the door but stopped himself once he stepped into the room. It was not what he was expecting of a 'wizard's basement.
The walls were completely covered in shelves full of books and strange looking items in containers. That he expected, but the rest... The room was bright and had a warm, homely feel to it. The floor was polished oak, the parts of the wall which were visible covered in a cream coloured wallpaper.
A tidy desk sat under the shelves that had the containers perched on them, and was home to stacks of the Englishman's neat notes. By the bookshelves was a plush armchair, a deep chocolate colour. There was even a small vase of flowers sitting on the desk, causing the room to have a floral scent.
Prussia gave the Englishman a blank look. The Englishman raised an eyebrow, confused about what earned him such a look. Noticing that the crimson orbs kept darting around, he looked around the room. Clocking on to what the Prussian was thinking, he began to chuckle.
"The cauldron is in the next room." England smiled as he walked over to a set of books, his fingers gliding over the spines. A small 'Ah' escaped the blonde as he pulled out a large, ancient looking book and walked over to the desk. Placing the book on the desk, he opened it and started to scan the pages.
"I wasn't really expecting this for your magical basement Brows, it's so… normal." The ghost floated around the room, reading the titles of various books and inspecting containers .A snort came from the blonde by the desk, but the island nation did not look up from his book.
"Thought it'd be all dark and spooky, everything all damp and dusty. Not this Brows."
"Ah yes that does sound quite appealing, I should decorate my basement, which I spend a fair amount of time in, as a mediaeval dungeon. Thank you Prussia, I will arrange for it to be redecorated immediately." The blonde nation's tone oozed with sarcasm, causing Prussia to rethink what he should have expected from the Briton. Actually, the room really suited him.
"Here we are." The blonde suddenly announced, stepping away from the desk and disappearing through a small door the albino hadn't noticed before. The island nation appeared a few seconds later holding several candles and a piece of chalk.
Placing the candles on the desk, England wordlessly started to draw on his floor with the piece a chalk. Leaning on all fours, the blonde drew an intricate pentagram, taking up a third of the floor. Pentagram complete, the Briton stood up and walked back to the desk. Putting down the chalk, he picked up the candles and placed one on each point of the pentagram.
Feeling particularly lazy, England couldn't be bothered to find any matches so mumbled a few words and snapped his fingers. The snap echoed around the room and small flames started to burn away at the wicks of the candles.
"Stand there for a moment." The island nation instructed, pointing at the centre of the chalk drawing on the floor.
The ghost, who had been watching England carefully throughout the whole process, hesitantly stepped into the centre. The blonde then touched the albino on the shoulder, making him solid, and silently took ahold of Prussia's iron cross, removing it.
The Brit then let go of the Prussian, who returned to his translucent form, and approached his desk, now solid necklace in hand. Placing the cross on the table, he took off his coat, dusting it off, and straightened out his shirt.
"Why were you wearing a coat in Germany Brows? It was sunny, no one else was wearing coats." The Prussian asked, not really wanting to focus on what England was going to do to him.
"Oh, well I'm just so used to the weather changing constantly here that I always take a coat out with me. It can be beautiful outside one moment and chuck it down the next." England stated, sprinkling some golden dust on top of the necklace.
"Your country is insane Brows, I suppose the weather matches your mood swings." The ghost laughed, he hadn't looked outside since he had arrived in England but guessed it was raining outside.
"Thank you. Could you please refrain from calling me Brows, that's not my name."
Before Prussia had a chance to answer, England turned off the lights and stood inside the pentagram once again. He then draped the necklace back over the ghost's head, where it settled back into place.
The shorter looked up at the albino, the reflection of the amber flames flickering in his emerald eyes, causing the Prussian to stiffen. He was seriously considering the island nation's sanity, those eyes did not look like they belonged to a sane person.
"Does it need to be dark to do the spell?" The albino asked, avoiding the emerald orbs that were studying him.
"No, you were complaining earlier that my basement didn't meet your expectations, so I thought this would make things seem more authentic. Also this way is more fun." Prussia could just make out England's smirk in the dim light. Not that it mattered much as England started to chant a spell.
Emerald eyes glowed, the pentagram lighting up a dim red light, then the candles all blew out. There was a faint buzzing noise as Prussia's iron cross sparked red for a couple of seconds. The candles all relit, the glow died down and England's eyes returned to normal.
The blonde stepped out of the chalk drawing and switched the lights back on. "There you go, all done. You can now pick up items, eat and drink if you want and sleep, but you don't have to."
Prussia looked down to find himself no longer see-through. He didn't think the Brit had done anything, having expected a puff of smoke and a huge explosion, not a small lightshow. But he could feel that he was more solid and it felt awesome.
"Awesome! Didn't think you could actually do it Brows. I was sure it would backfire or something." The Prussian smiled like a maniac, jumping round the room and picking up different items.
"Backfire?! I have been doing magic for centuries and never has a spell gone wrong, except that time where I tried to summon a demon. Bloody Russia popped out of my floor, none of my curses seem to work on him as well the git. For the last time, stop calling me Brows. If you are going to be staying here a while, you might as well call me Arthur."
"Arthur?"
"Yes, it's my bloody human name you wanker."
"Yeah, I know that. Just not many nations have told the awesome me to call them by their human names. Fine, you can call me Gilbert the Awesome."
"I think Gilbert will be just fine."
There we go, another chapter. Prussia had a bit of a freak out, but England remained unusually calm. His just used to this sort of crap. Anyway, he will shout and stuff at Prussia later if that makes anyone feel better.
There will be a few small OC's like sunbeam, but they wont do much, so don't worry, they have no important roles.
see you next time