Hi guys I'm back. this story is harder to write than my other one, I feel like it needs a fight scene. I will try and fit one in somewhere. Any way here you go
Oh, I don't own Hetalia
After resealing the basement door, England headed towards his kitchen. The Prussian followed but at a much slower pace, preoccupied with touching random objects in the Briton's house, grinning to himself. It felt awesome to once again be able to interact with the world around him.
The smile quickly vanished on entering the kitchen and seeing the Englishman remove food from the cupboard and switch on the oven. "No Brows! If you die I won't get my awesome body back!" The ghost ran over to the Brit and caught his wrist.
The blonde spun round to face the Prussian, not looking at all pleased. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you? I was just going to cook some pasties." He snapped, snatching his hand back from the ghost's grip. Looking up only to find the albino's terrified expression, he continued in a slightly calmer tone. "I eat my own food all the time and I am perfectly healthy. What is it with all of you morons saying that I am unable to cook? My pastry based dishes and confectionary are top notch. And what did I say about calling me Brows?"
"Fine, Arthur, don't kill yourself. You put the awesome me into a coma last time I ate some of your food. You might be just one lethal dose of British food away from death." Prussia said with such conviction that England sighed in defeat. This was why he rarely got involved in arguments after using a lot of magic, the combination of the teleporting between countries and the spell had really tired him out, and now he just couldn't be bothered to argue with the stubborn ghost.
After turning off the oven and returning the food to its place in the cupboard, Arthur headed towards the front door, picking up his car keys and slipping on his coat on the way.
"Hey Arthur, what are you doing?" Gilbert asked as he floated after the Englishman down the hall and out the front door. He was immensely relieved that England wasn't going attempt to cook, but was confused by the Brit's actions, and since when did England ever give in to an argument so quickly.
"I'm going to get something to eat as I am clearly unable to cook for myself." The Brit huffed as he got into his car. He then leaned over to open the passenger door, raising an eyebrow when the ghost did nothing. "Are you coming or not?" Arthur asked impatiently. His hunger and fatigue were starting to make him grumpy. (more so than usual)
Gilbert continued to stare at the agitated Brit, still feeling slightly confused. Watching the blonde grow even more frustrated as the seconds passed, the lines of his scowl deepening, Prussia started to smile. "Chill Brows, the awesome me will accompany you and grace you with my awesome presence." Now grinning broadly, Prussia got into the car and slammed the door shut behind him.
Immediately, the albino reclined the car seat back and set his feet on the dashboard.
"Get your feet off my dashboard you Teutonic Wanker, and put your seat belt on." England growled, turning the key in the ignition and checking his rear view mirror.
"I don't need a seat belt I'm dead, and there is nothing on my awesome sho-" Prussia's face fell, he had been about to argue that since he floated his feet never touched the ground and so wouldn't be dirty, but then he realised what the Brit had just called him. "Teutonic Wanker?" The Prussian stared at the Brit, not sure whether to laugh or be offended.
Arthur wasn't facing the gawking ghost, he was focusing on pulling out of his drive, but his cheeks were a faint pink. "W-well, since you keep insisting on calling me such a stupid and completely unoriginal nickname, I thought I should give you one." The blonde replied, still not facing his passenger as he pulled onto the main road.
"Nicknames are usually shorter than the actual name Brows." Reclining his seat back even further, Gilbert began to grin to himself. The stutter made it obvious that the island nation was embarrassed and hadn't intended to say the new nickname, just making the whole situation funny to the albino.
"Oh yes, because Iggy, Artie and my little rabbit, are so much quicker to say than England or Arthur. Also Teutonic Wanker is shorter than 'Gilbert the Awesome'. I honestly do not understand how I acquired so many nicknames, I mean China calls me Opuim. Even Romano calls me Tea Bastard , my brothers call me various things. Although they have on occasion called me Bunny, what is it about me that makes people think of a bloody bunny. I bet the bloody gits are in it together with the Frog, just to wind me up."
It took several minutes before England finally stopped rambling about all the various different nicknames he's been given and how the world were clearly working together just to annoy him. The Briton only stopped once Prussia could no longer hold back his laughter.
"Mein Gott, you really know how to rant, and over such small things. You should have had that as an event for the Olympics you just held, you would have won, hands down." Gilbert managed to say after his breathing calmed. It was strange that he could still struggle to breathe, even though he didn't actually need to breathe any more.
"Git. The only reason I'm not going to respond to that is that I'm still tired from the spells earlier, and I need to concentrate even more whilst driving. Anyway, the Olympics that I recently held were, as you would say, awesome." England smiled smugly to himself, he always felt incredibly proud whenever he thought back to the 2012 Olympics. His whole country was on such a high at that time that it took France trying to undress him to snap him out of his strangely upbeat mood.
"I'll give you that Brows, it was awesome, obviously not as awesome as me. And great party afterwards, I think. I can't remember much of it, so it must have been awesome." Gilbert's grin grew even wider as he remembered waking up in the Trafalgar Square fountain, with all of his clothes except his pants (underwear) missing.
France was being dragged away by the police for being completely naked, except for a rose being a certain place. Gilbert had often taken the mick out of his Eifel Tower, due to it being easily covered by a flower.
Spain had been with them at the start of the party, but somehow ended up by Tower Bridge wearing a bunny outfit riding a zebra. How he got ahold of the animal was later discovered on film: the Bad Touch Trio, with the addition of England, Scotland and Denmark, had broken into London Zoo.
"I'm afraid I have no better understanding to what happened that night. Although America did once tell me that I was 'Wicked cool bro, it was like the Hangover and shit.' (mimics America's voice scarily well)I would like to know how I ended up on top of Nelson's column, I was up there long enough to get over my hangover."
"Kesesesese! That was awesome. Scotty was the one that noticed he hadn't seen you all morning. Trying to remember where you were was hilarious. You still have that tattoo?" Prussia couldn't stop laughing at the memory, he just laughed even harder when England's face went bright red.
"Fick! You do! You have the tattoo still. It was the Olympic rings with '2012' in them right?"
"Oh fuck off, you got a tattoo of your face that says 'so awesome it hurts'." England's face was bright red, luckily he had pulled into a parking space and turned the car off - at the moment he was in danger of causing an accident.
He wordlessly got out of the car, not bothering to lock the door, and walked into an Indian takeaway. Slightly hunched forwards, the Brit was clearly irritated, his face, though straight enough to fool anyone who didn't know him, wasn't as impassive as usual.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Prussia got out of the car and followed the frustrated blonde. He was shocked to find a different England inside the restaurant compared to the one outside.
"Good evening Arthur. How are you, my friend? The same as usual?" An Indian man greeted the blonde with wide arms, striding up to the Brit as soon as he saw him, his chestnut eyes filling with joy at the sight of the island nation. Immediately the scowl on England's face disappeared and was replaced with a warm smile, it was small but it was definitely there.
Gilbert watched as the man firmly patted the blonde nation on the back, actually causing the small nation to jolt forward, but not a single sound of complaint came from the Englishman. Prussia couldn't help but wonder how this cheerful man knew the grumpy nation.
"I'm quite well thanks Raj. I would like double of my usual order if you will today. How are Anita and the kids? I haven't seen them in a while."
The restaurant owner, Raj, smiled even wider at England and gestured to a waitress to come over. "Priti, please get Arthur double of his usual order, our dear friend must be entertaining a guest this evening. A good choice my friend, we wouldn't want you to poison your guest Arthur." Raj laughed loudly, patting England hard on the back yet again. The Brit simply rolled his eyes having heard this all before.
"Anita is doing splendid, we are expecting again soon. A healthy baby boy according to the doctors. I just hope that my two daughters don't try to put him in too many dresses. The twins adored the dolls which you made them for their birthday."
Arthur's tiny smile grew at the news, looking really happy for his friend. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the ghost standing next to him. "That's great to hear Raj, you have wanted a son for some time now. My guest actually got terrified when he saw me go into my kitchen, so to save the hassle I came here. I have been in the mood for curry for a while and I can never seem to get it as your wife does, even after several cooking lessons with her."
"Your friend sounds very smart, I remember the first time I saw you cook something. You have been getting better though." The Indian laughed. England glanced sideways at Prussia, who was looking pleased with himself, and shook his head.
"I don't mean to be rude Raj, but roughly how long will it take. I left my friend in the car and he has a very short attention span, I fear that if I leave him for too long he may do something stupid." Arthur said politely, ignoring the Prussian ghost's obvious disagreement with the statement.
"Oh, no worries Arthur. It should be about twenty minutes, I will call you when it's ready. We can catch up again some other time." The two said a quick goodbye, before Raj turned back to work in the restaurant and England walked out of the door.
"What was up with that Brows? How do you know that guy?" Gilbert asked as soon as they were back outside, getting battered by the icy wind. The Prussian watched in confusion as England fumbled around in his pocket, appearing to ignore Prussia.
The blonde looked off into the distance as he adjusted his Bluetooth on to his ear. The Brit started to walk off in the opposite direction to the restaurant, locking his car as he passed.
"Met his grandfather during the war, saved him from a grenade. Met him again when he moved here. He remembered who I was and welcomed me into his family, his way of saying thank you for what I did for him in the war. I helped Raj's father start up the restaurant and I have watched Raj grow."
It took Gilbert several seconds to realise that Arthur was talking to him. Once he did, he couldn't help but think that it was a smart move England had just pulled - having the Bluetooth in his ear and not making eye contact with Prussia made it appear to any passers-by that he was just on the phone. All the nations thought he was crazy, he didn't really need his people to think the same as well.
"Does that mean that that guy knows who you are? I thought that we're not meant to tell anyone what we really are 'cept our bosses. Brows, you broke some rules? Awesome, never thought you had it in you."
"Shut up you git, I've never told him. They know that something is different, seeing as I haven't aged a day in all the time I've known them. They may have guessed who I am, but they've never asked me anything on the matter." England answered calmly stepping into a supermarket, picking up a basket.
"So what, your boss just lets you go round anyone's house?" As far as Prussia was aware, his brother didn't go round any normal human's house. France talked to some, yeah. But to actually go round their homes and send them birthday presents, Prussia wasn't sure if any other nations did that.
"Yes, well they are my people, I like to get to know who I am representing. I'm not the only one though, America, Australia and some of my other past colonies are fairly close to their people, even my brothers. If my boss doesn't like it they can shove it."
The Prussian laughed, watching the blonde weave in and out of his people in the, strangely crowded for this time, shop. It took the ex-nation a while to notice that most of these people were in fact ghosts.
The albino watched, feeling on edge as the ghosts gave England a hungry look. Whenever the blonde came into contact with one of them, the ghost would become solid, only to turn translucent again when he walked away. Some who were already solid watched the island nation as he passed with what could only be described as some kind of lust.
Prussia decided to walk closely by the Brit, acting as some sort of guard. His crimson eyes picked up on the confused looks the other ghosts shot him as the pair passed, but they did nothing to harm either of the nations. All of them knew who England was, and some of them had found out the hard way that he was not easily possessed.
"Arthur, I don't really like the look of these ghosts, they are staring at you unawesomely." Gilbert ignored the angered looks aimed at him. He even gave some the finger as they passed, the extremely pissed off ones that is.
"Don't mind them, they know who I am, and that I'm not a pushover. They won't try anything, most ghosts are pretty harmless. It's just when they make contact with me and they can feel again, they become, shall we say, hungry."
"They attack you Brows?!" Prussia asked, giving the passing ghosts an evil glare.
"Every now and then, but they're never successful. Some ghosts can be very dangerous, after spending several years in limbo, they can become violent. Most of the unsolved murders in the world's history were caused by ghosts. In fact one of America's presidents was assassinated by a ghost. Just don't tell America, the git would have a heart attack." England replied as he reached for several cans of beer, putting them into his basket alongside his cakes. He then started to head for the till but on the way something caught Prussia's eye.
"Hey Arthur, can you get me one of these?" The albino asked, gesturing to a display of journals.
"Why do you want one of those git?"
"I've awesomely written in journals ever since I was a little kid and now I'm solid I can again. I need to document my awesomeness so that the world can know how awesome I am. C'mon Brows. It'd be awesome of you"
"Fine, but only because you'll never stop complaining if I don't." England gave in, picking up a plain black journal. Finally reaching the till, the blonde paid for the items.
When his phone buzzed in his pocket, the Brit smiled knowing that his takeaway was ready. The island nation casually left the store and crossed the street back to the restaurant. Prussia remained silent, watching the Englishman with a new sense of understanding.
Arthur unlocked the car, and tossed the albino a can of beer, before opening the door.
"Hey Brows, let me drive."
"I don't think so. People will see a car with no driver and will freak out, which will ultimately cause an accident."
"Awwwwwhhhhh but that would be awesome, the looks on their faces. You are such a wet blanket."
"Oh fuck off and drink your beer, that's the only reason I got it, you Teutonic Wanker."
"Fine. Oh and thanks limey."
"You're welcome git."
One day I might write that party. It would be like the hangover or something.
See you next time.