Hiya guys I'm back
need to say thanks to Rosey, so thank you Rosey
I don't anything except my lap top called Fred and my car called Iggy but not Hetalia :(
By the time that the pair had got back to the Englishman's house, Arthur was knackered. He wordlessly got out of the car and brought everything into the house, Prussia close behind, working on his third beer. The pair separated in the hallway, the ghost floating aimlessly into the living room while England headed into his kitchen. Tiredly, the blonde dished up their dinner and sat at the breakfast table.
Arthur was eating slowly, staring into space, when Gilbert entered the room. "Why'd you get some for me Brows? You said earlier that the awesome me doesn't need to eat. Not that I'm complaining, it's your money." Prussia asked as he sat down on the wooden chair opposite Arthur, his left arm slung over the back of the empty chair next to him, using his other hand to eat with. There was a look of mild disgust from the island nation at the ghost's table manners but it didn't linger due to his exhaustion.
"I thought you'd like something to eat, you ungrateful git, I'm presuming you haven't eaten since you died. I won't feed you again then, if you wish, or maybe I should just cook all the food in my house so you'll have to eat my cooking."
The blonde flashed a wicked smile when the ghost paled at his words, and continued to grin as he finished eating his food. Prussia honestly questioned whether England was a demon, he certainly showed some signs of being one.
"That is so not awesome Brows. Your cooking could be used as weapons of mass destruction. Is that how you became an empire?" The albino laughed, dodging the heated glare that had replaced the demon-like smirk.
"Of course not, you git. Unlike some people I am a skilled fighter, and have strong willed people to aid me in my conquests. I'm not French." England smiled, thinking back to the days when the mere mention of the name Arthur Kirkland would cause grown men to tremble in a corner. A frown soon set into his face, however, as he recalled some of his actions from back then. One of the burdens of having a long life was that it was plenty of time to acquire many regrets.
"Ja, I remember Brows, the awesome me has fought with you after all. We were awesome. Hey Brows, what's with the far off look? Brows? Arthur?" The albino waved his hand in front of the dazed Briton, who was staring off into the distance. It was worrying Gilbert a bit how Arthur's eyes had suddenly glazed over.
It was only when the Prussian tapped the blonde on the shoulder, did Arthur snap out of his daze and return to the present. He then turned his now focused gaze back to the ghost, a small, sheepish smile on his face.
"Sorry about that, I was thinking about the past. When I'm tired I have a bit of a habit of becoming completely engrossed in the memories. According to Minty, I once stared into space for an hour or so, not moving an inch. It was only when the little fellow tapped my hand that I snapped out of it. I'm not quite sure why I do it, or if any other nation suffers with the same problem - Wales may have mentioned it before." The Englishman rambled.
Prussia didn't know what to think. England must truly be tired if he was telling the ghost an apparent weakness of his. The albino wanted to ask more on the subject, but then again he didn't. The fact that the island nation was just rambling to himself, somehow he was now talking about umbrellas, made the situation seem even odder.
"You go into a daze for a whole hour? What the fick is going on in your head?"
The Briton jumped at the sudden question, realising that he had been rambling again - he really needed to sleep. He set his fork down on the plate, his food now cold (not that it really mattered, he wasn't that hungry any more) and ran a hand through his sandy locks. "It's like I'm having a livid dream about my past, but from a different person's perspective. It's a rather strange experience witnessing my own past from someone else's view. Enough of that though, if you don't mind, I'm going to turn in for the night."
The Englishman rose from his chair, plate in hand, and walked to the side. Opening a cupboard, he pulled out a small container and scraped his leftovers into it before placing the box in the fridge. The blonde then washed his plate and left the room, not even bothering to look at his guest.
Prussia wolfed down his food, now that Mr Gentleman couldn't scold him for doing so, and went after the Brit. Finding Arthur's room was relatively easy, as it was the only room that had a door slightly ajar with light seeping through. The ghost walked into the room unannounced to find an unimpressed England.
The blonde was wearing dark blue pyjama bottoms with the top in his hands. With the Brit shirtless, the Prussian could just make out the many scars on pale Englishman's skin. It wasn't an unusual thing for a nation to have scars, they have all been in many wars after all. Yet it was always strange to see another country's scars, especially if you could probably guess what caused them.
The Prussian could recognise one scar the Englishman had received during the Seven Years War, and some he might be responsible for. Some were from the Empire building days, though not as many as he would like, England was annoyingly skilled with a sword. Those scars though would be faint as they were caused by a nation and not something that actually affected the country. Unlike the large one across the nation's chest. Many seemed to forget how much the country of England had been through over its many years of existence, but looking at the nation in front of him made that impossible for the albino.
"It's not polite to stare Gilbert, I bet you didn't even wash your plate." The Englishman grumbled, pulling the top over his head. Arms crossed, he stared at the ghost, awaiting an answer. By how quickly the Prussian's face dropped, England knew that would need to wash the plate up in the morning. Or he could just use that spell, he was fond of that spell.
"The awesome me will get round to that later. What you up to Brows?" Even though it was obvious the island nation was getting dressed for bed, Gilbert couldn't imagine England going to sleep so early. It was only nine.
"Well seeing that I am in my bedroom, wearing my pyjamas, I must be flying to the moon." The blonde rolled his eyes, pulling down the covers. Prussia was one of the few nations that actually understood the island nation's sarcasm, so had to try to not smile at the Englishman's remark.
"Seriously Brows, who goes to bed at nine?"
"I do when I'm this exhausted. Teleporting to different countries is tiring and I was on constant guard at your funeral. That many countries amongst that many ghosts is dangerous, a very high risk of possession. I was casting a protective spell throughout the whole bloody thing as I couldn't set up one beforehand, so I'm bloody tired. And stop calling me Brows!"
"Possession?" Prussia had become slightly alarmed at that comment. Nations could be possessed? Is that what Arthur meant earlier about being attacked? Did any of the other nation's know about this? Gilbert was about to ask the Briton when he was cut off.
"Yes possession, I will explain everything to you in the morning if you wish, but right now I would like to sleep. I will start looking for a way to get your body back tomorrow, but please allow me to get some sleep." England's tone was rather flat but there was a slight plea hidden in it.
Surprisingly, Gilbert picked up on the Englishman's tone and took in the nation's appearance. He could see that the Brit was struggling to stay awake, even swaying slightly. The Englishman's appearance made Gilbert feel a bit guilty, which wasn't awesome.
"The awesome me will let you sleep, as you are clearly not awesome enough to put up with my sheer awesomeness. But I will be bored, there is nothing awesome to do in your house Art."
The blonde simply rolled his eyes and started to settle into his bed, not really caring if he fell asleep with the Prussian in his room. "I believe that America has left several games and films round my house which you may find entertaining. Japan also tends to give me various things to try out, admittedly not as much as he does to America, but he says that having a different review rather than just 'dude this is frigging awesome'," he impersonated America perfectly (making Prussia think that England should start talking like that to America, just to see what happens), "would be an advantage to him.
"I also have plenty of books which you could read, not that you would you uncultured prick. Also, just to point out to you, you are in fact a ghost. You can fly and visit another country if you are truly bored. From what I understand, all you have to do is think about flying and make conscious decisions about where you are going whilst up in the air, like going higher or even doing a loop-the-loop. Now bugger off and leave me alone."
Gilbert smiled as Arthur slowly closed his eyes, waving dismissively at the Prussian. It didn't take long until the Englishman started breathing softly, clearly asleep. Gilbert smiled yet again and left the room closing the door behind him with a whispered "Gute Nacht Brows."
Door closed, the albino headed towards the front door. He quite liked the idea of flying. After walking through the door, he didn't know where England had put his keys so this would save him locking to door behind himself, the ghost then thought about flying and found himself rising in the air.
Now where to go?
Numb, was the best way to describe how Germany felt as he walked into his empty house. He threw his keys to the side after locking the door and slumped into an arm chair. Slumping forward, with his elbows resting on his legs and his head cradled in his hands, he sighed heavily.
It was late when everyone finally decided to go home from Prussia's wake. Italy had offered to stay with the German, to keep him company, but the blonde politely refused. He needed to be alone.
Ludwig dragged himself to the kitchen to get a beer and collapsed back into the chair. The blonde took a swig of the amber liquid, finding that it just didn't taste the same. Nothing was the same any more. A tear rolled down his cheek as thoughts plagued his mind about all the things that were now wrong with his life.
The house was eerily quiet, there was no loud laughter or exclamation of awesomeness. Germany couldn't even hear any chirping from the bird that seemed to follow his brother around, now that he thought about it he hadn't he even seen the bird since.
Working out didn't even feel the same without his brother. Prussia had always turned their sessions into competitions, making it more fun. Now, working out just seemed to be a chore.
He actually missed going to pick his drunken brother up from pubs, apologising for the trouble that he and his friends had caused. Not that he would ever admit it, but some of the things that Prussia had got up to were funny.
Prussia had just walked into his old house, wanting to prank his brother, when he found Germany crying silently. The sight had caused his non-beating heart to shatter. What the Fick had upset his little bruder?
The ghost ran to his brother's side and attempted to hug the blonde, only to find his arms went straight through the sobbing nation, causing said nation to shiver and look up, surveying the room. The German's puffy bloodshot eyes stared straight through the crimson eyed ghost. Germany then looked at his beer sadly, before setting it to the side, no longer feeling the need to drink.
Prussia felt empty. Here he was standing right in front of his younger brother who was crying and he couldn't do anything. He was completely useless. This was the worst he had ever seen his bruder, mien gott he wasn't even drinking beer, and he could do nothing.
"I'm sorry Bruder, it seems like I'm being a pussy." Germany tried to laugh but choked on his tears. What was he meant to do now, now that the one nation he had known for as long as he could remember was gone.
"I'm right here Bruder. Look at me. Mien gott! Pull yourself together, I told you to not cry for me!" The ghost screeched at the blonde, only to get more frustrated when the German didn't hear him.
Germany felt a chill run down his spine, so got up to see if there was a window left open. As soon as the German rose from his chair a small box fell out of his pocket – he had put his coat on for the walk back from the hall, England's gift still in his large pocket.
He picked up the nicely wrapped gift and looked at it with curiosity. England did say to open it when he was alone. With that in mind, he slowly opened the gift, only to nearly drop it in shock.
Inside the box was a snow globe, that wasn't the unusual thing though. Inside the globe were two beautifully carved figures leaning up against a tree with red leaves. Instead of snow, red leaves would twirl around in the glass globe when shook. It was only on closer examination that the German noticed that the larger figure had white wispy hair and crimson eyes, while the boy sitting on its lap had blonde hair and blue eyes. It was Prussia and himself. He actually remembered doing this with his brother when he was younger. How did England know?
A note was at the bottom of the box. It simply read: 'It's best to focus on the good memories instead wallowing in self-pity. However, I know from experience that this is easier said than done, so I thought I would give you a hand. Shake the globe and find out.'
Germany carefully placed the box down, and sat back down in the chair with the globe in his hands. He didn't really understand what the Briton meant, but he shook the ornament carefully, causing the red leaves to swirl.
Gasping, Germany was overcome with fond memories spent with Prussia and himself. The time when they had infiltrated an American base during WW2; the time when they had both dressed up for April Fools; Prussia teaching him how to fight and seeing each other again after the fall of the Berlin wall.
A small smile crept onto the German's face and more happy memories flooded his thoughts. Happy tears rolled down his cheeks. The pain he had felt before had subsided for a moment. He actually laughed when the sound of his brother's laugh invaded his mind, as the red leaves settled in the globe.
Ludwig placed the snow globe on the small coffee table next to him and picked up his beer, taking another swig. "Danke England." The blonde whispered between sips.
Prussia felt himself become lighter when his bruder actually smiled. Maybe he was going to be alright after all. Looking closer at the snow globe, the Prussian's grin grew. He remembered telling the Englishman about raising Germany before when they had gone out drinking. Although he thought England had drunk too much to be able to remember the conversation, but it looked like he was wrong.
"Looks like the awesome me needs to do something nice to the Limey. Maybe I should go and prank Francey pants."
There you go. I hope it wasn't too much of a downer. Did you any of you think of a snow globe? yeah thats weird, and England did make it as I think he is good at art and carfts, with the sowing and making America's toys.
any way see you next time