Hi guys final update before my holiday to sunny Spain, so you probably wont get an update before i get back in about 2 week. Unless I my friend does it for me. any way this one is a bit long.
also sorry if this story seems to have slowed down or gone off topic, but if England knew how to change Prussia back straight away that would be a short story. Also it's going to pick up and become angsty/dark and stuff and prussia becoming a nation won't be England's main concern.
erm, i think i had something else to say, but I don't own Hetalia
"Scheiße, that's America! What are we going to do about you having wings and stuff? The awesome me guesses that you want to keep this a secret. I'll scare him away using my awesomeness." The albino spoke quickly, and was about to rush out of the room, until England called out to him.
"I assure you that won't be necessary, this isn't the first time that I have drunkenly turned into this and probably won't be the last." The blonde stated rather calmly whilst folding his wings tightly against the grove of his back under his jumper. He then took hold of the golden ring that was floating above his head and chucked it into the cupboard along with the hoover.
"I am really not in the mood to entertain that git right now, I have to finish my bloody paperwork for tomorrow's meeting. Granted, it is only a little bit that I need to do, but that Yank is suck an attention seeker, that I won't get the time to do it." England continued, sounding rather frustrated and remained completely obvious to the shocked Prussian. The ghost watched as the angel hid his wings, looking completely normal. He then looked to his side and stared at the door of the cupboard, where he could hear a faint thumping noise from behind it.
"Ignore that, it's just my halo trying to get out of that blasted cupboard. The stupid thing is too bloody attached to me for my own good."
"IGGY! DUDE, YA HOME?!"
The Englishman sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He threw his head back, slouching slightly. Once he'd taken a deep breath, England deemed himself ready to face the whirlwind of energy known as America.
"I don't think that Jack quite heard you in Australia, shout a bit louder." The island nation grumbled as he made his way to the hallway, where he had pinpointed the American to be, due to his loud gob. The Prussian smirked following closely behind, but did steal a quick glance at the thumping door (he would have to make sure that America didn't come into this room).
"Why would I want the Aussie to hear me, I'm talking to you Ig?" Prussia snorted at the American, earning him a glare through slender fingers from England , who had just faced palmed. The blonde slowed down his pace towards the American, putting off getting tackled to the floor.
The angel had learnt from experience that being hugged (crushed) by the teen, whilst in this form was particularly uncomfortable due to his wings. The spectacled nation had a habit of appearing whenever England had got drunk the night before and turned himself into an angel. Alfred has never found out though, even though he would squeeze the Brit he never felt the wings - probably due to Arthur keeping them painfully tight against his back.
"I'm sorry, I just assumed that you were taking to him as I don't know who this Iggy character is that you were speaking of. Maybe all the hamburger meat that you have consumed, has replaced your brain and you have confused Aussie with Iggy."
The Brit reached the top of the stairs and saw the excitable nation at the foot looking up, beaming. Once the comment from the Englishman sunk in, he pouted and crossed his arms like a stubborn child.
"Dude, you are so mean. I just wanted to see you before the meeting tomorrow. And you totally know that you're Iggy, and burgers are awesome bro, way better than anything you could make."
"He's got a point there Brows, your cooking sucks."
Turning his head to the side to where the ghost was currently standing, England gave the Prussian a death glare. The albino might have been worried about his health if he wasn't already dead. This earned the Brit a worried look from the American.
"Yo, Iggy stop talking to your imaginary friends. I'm starting to get seriously worried about you cuz, maybe you need to see a doctor."
The temperature in the room dropped considerably and even America, who is known for being unable to read the atmosphere, knew that he had gone too far. Arthur's dark aura was one that could rival Ivan's. Prussia had to sidestep away from the Englishman due to its intensity, but glared at the American as well.
"Oh shit dude, I'm sorry. I was just kidding. I mean I know everything that you went through when your boss thought you needed to be tested. I take it back Arthur, I'm sorry. I still look after that unicorn you gave me. Yeah, I know I can't see it but the food I leave out keeps disappearing."
The American looked up to the emotionless Englishman, wishing that he could just turn back time. He had really done it this time. It was a subject that all of the nations had agreed to never talk about, in front of the Englishman anyway.
It was after WWII when England's newly elected boss had spotted him talking to his fairy friends. The man honestly thought that he was doing some good sending the nation to a clinic, he thought that the country was just shell shocked from the war.
The Prime Minster didn't know what the treatment was actually like and why it was so secretive. He thought a top secret place was the best place to send a nation; he didn't know that it was a place for treating insane criminals.
It turned out that the 'doctors' weren't too happy with England's attitude towards them, whenever he disobeyed an order or said something witty, he got electrocuted. If he got into a fight, or fought back when the guards beat him, he would get whipped. If he said anything about mythical creatures being real, he got dunked into freezing water until he blacked out.
He was their favourite plaything, after all none of the other 'patients' healed so quickly or were able to take such a beating. He was the toy that they couldn't break, their only 'patient' that refused to cry.
As soon as the Royal family found out from the Prime Minster that England was having treatment, they attempted to free the country. The asylum didn't like the idea of releasing their favourite toy, so refused, saying Arthur was too dangerous.
Of course the Royals were furious with the Prime Minster, telling him that he should have spoken to them first before doing such a thing. They told him that he had always been like that, the same goes with his brothers and other nations. They made sure that the Prime Minster was the one to tell England's brothers why he had really been missing for a year.
To say that the brothers didn't handle it well was an understatement, luckily though for the Prime Minster, a nation can't physically harm any nation's boss. They just ripped his house apart with their bare hands. Finding that, that wasn't enough they decided to tear down the place where England was being kept as well.
According to rumours, it was only when surrounded by his brothers did the Englishman finally cry. It was then that the brothers realised that what happened in there was hard for the smallest of the British Isles, but they still didn't know the full extent until afterwards.
The Englishman had become a robot, he never expressed any feelings and ignored all his fairy friends, frightened that if he acknowledged them or his feelings then he would get punished.
This terrified the nations of the world and a new rule was made that no nation was allowed to have any form of treatment unless passed by the world's nations and bosses. After the first meeting the newly freed country had attended, Wales decided that he would take England's place at meetings, not wanting to upset the nations.
It took five years of being looked after by Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales (Ireland also when he wasn't busy) until Arthur was himself again.
"You can use James's room, his brother's is currently out of order." The Brit whispered, before retreating up the stairs without looking back. Gilbert watched the retreating figure, resisting the urge to follow him, England clearly didn't want to talk to the two present. Minty was following the Briton anyway.
"Fuck!" America yelled as he hit his head against the wall so hard that, if the wall wasn't made out of bricks, his head would have gone straight through. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid." Breathing out a shaky breath, America slumped down against the wall, his head in his hands.
Placing himself next to the teenage nation, Prussia tried to think of how to make the situation any better. It was obvious that the American hadn't meant anything by the comment, he'd had a big smile on his face as he said it. It was something that he used to joke around saying before the whole thing happened, and it just slipped. Prussia guessed pranking would have to wait until later.
The ghost left the mortified American, not really seeing how he could help the boy, and went to find Arthur. It's didn't take long to find the angel, as he was standing in the hallway of the second floor facing the wall. His large white wings were hugging his petite frame as he cradled a phone to his right ear.
"Hey Dylan, I'm sorry to bother you but I don't really want to bother Connor about this and it's already five o'clock so Alistair will be out drinking." The Englishman spoke in a quiet and hesitant tone, which contrasted the worried and high pitched voice on the other side of the phone. Clearly Wales was concerned about his little brother.
"Alfred just reminded me about my 'counselling' and I needed to talk to one of you." From what the albino could make out there were a lot of Gaelic swears from the Welshman, apparently not happy about something.
The emerald eyes widened in slight panic, his eyebrows disappearing into his messy fringe. "No, no. Don't worry the lad didn't mean it like that. I could tell by the way he said it. The Yank used to tease me about it before. I just need to talk to you until I calm down and face him again."
The voice from the other end seemed to calm down considerably causing England shoulders to drop. Minty took this as a sign that the blonde was feeling a bit better and landed on his head, which succeeded in calming England down further.
A warm smile crept onto England's face at whatever his brother was saying. "No, I haven't put a traffic cone on any bus stops recently, it's mainly Alistair that does that… Yes, I did get Connor a cone when I was drunk… I got him two actually, apparently, according to Alistair, I didn't want the other one to be lonely… Did you know that he bought a traffic cone before and kept the receipt, that way when he gets drunk and caught by the old bill, he can say that it is actually his cone… No, he doesn't carry the same cone around with him, he steals them and says that he bought them. Bloody Scot."
The blonde laughed as he said goodbye to his brother and hung up the phone. He ran his hand through his sandy locks, or he went to, he instead ran his hand through Minty's fur. The bunny snuggled deeper into the Brit's head, which was apparently a comfortable bed. It reminded Prussia of Gilbird.
"You were oddly quiet Gilbert, although I do appreciate it. Right, time to cheer up the loud mouthed idiot." The blonde turned around and gave the albino a small smile, before making his way back to the top of the stairs tucking his wings against his back.
"America! I'm going to finish off a bit of my paperwork, I shouldn't be that long. There is ice cream in the freezer, and I think you left your superhero films in the cabinet beneath the telly in the living room. Once I'm finished up here, we could go out for something to eat, as I am clearly not up to the task to cook."
The gloomy mood of the house lifted at those words. The Englishman put his fingers into his ears, Minty did the same but with his paws. Prussia gave the pair a puzzled look, which England replied with a 'you should do the same' look.
"AHAHAHAHA! KNEW YOU COULDN'T STAY MAD AT THE HERO!" The American's voice boomed around the house, causing the walls to shake, and a certain ghost.
"Mien Gott! How can he be so loud?!" Prussia winced, covering his ears with his hands. He looked towards England for some answers, but all he received was a shrug as the island nation made his way to his study.
It suddenly dawned on Gilbert that Arthur was constantly surrounded by loud nations, himself included, so this must just be a norm for the Englishman. Maybe that why England was never able to remember Canada's name (without hesitating) as he was just used to loud nations.
That reminded him, he needed to ask England to get some maple syrup from Canada when he went to the meeting. If he was going to be living with the Englishman, then he was going to need a lot of the stuff. That, or he could just do all the cooking… Nah, smothering everything in maple syrup was so much easier.
Realising that he was currently just standing in a hallway like an unawesome person, Gilbert decided that he would do something to kill some time. He started to laugh to himself as he came to the conclusion that since America was in a better mood, he could prank the hell out of him.
So the albino made his way to the living room, where America was. The wheat blonde was sitting on the floor with various films sprawled out in front of him, looking deep in thought. Gilbert rolled his eyes as he noticed that the container of ice cream next to the teen was already empty.
After picking 'The Amazing Spiderman' by doing 'ip dip do', the American cheered and switched the telly on. He turned the volume way up and made himself a fort out of cushions on the sofa. The ghost chuckled at the sight, America was such a big kid.
Gilbert waited for a while, for the American to become engrossed in the film before he started messing with him. It was the American's fault for not having the remote included in his little fort. Leaving it out in the open for all to see, of course he was going to change it to German.
The teenager whined, crawled out of his cushion fortress and hunted for the remote. He started to curse up a storm when he didn't find it after 20 seconds and just gave up and settled for watching the rest of the film in German. He could understand it, all nations could understand the world's languages, they just had to concentrate harder if it wasn't their own.
So the teen begrudgingly watched the film, but with not as much enthusiasm as he had earlier, he shouldn't need to concentrate hard when watching a film after all. It should be effortless enjoyment.
Finding the lack of a response from the loud nation disappointing, Prussia decided to just press random buttons on the remote, causing the telly to: change channels; change screen size; change contrast and pausing and rewinding the movie.
By now the American had, had enough. His face had grown bright red and he chucked a pillow at the screen. It was only once he threw it, that he realised that he could have broken the TV, luckily for him though, it just bounced off.
"IGGY, YOUR TV IS BUSTED MAN. I CAN'T WATCH THE AWESOME MOVIE DUDE, AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Alfred yelled from the living room, staring angrily at the black screen. Gilbert smirked at how flustered he was, he didn't really seem to care that his pranks would eventually effect Arthur.
"Nothing is wrong with my television Alfred. It's a new one that I got just last month as my brother wasn't happy with the rugby results. Just do something else for now, I have almost finished." The Brit's voice wafted through the halls. The American pouted and plopped back down onto the sofa, while the ghost grinned, he could just picture the string of swears coming from the Englishman.
Gazing up to the ceiling as if it had all the answers, America thought of what to do while Iggy was busy. Normally he would just burst into the room and demand attention, but after his slip up earlier he decided against it.
After staring for a minute and having nothing spring to mind on what to do, America fell back into the chair with an exaggerated sigh. "Agh, Iggy's house is so boring when he's not here to tease. Stupid tea drinking British dude, doing his stupid paperwork. Must'a been busy to not 've done it by now. Agghhh I'm so bored!" The teen exclaimed as he sprawled out on the sofa, his arm resting across his eyes. If anyone came in, they would presume that he was dead.
Prussia sighed, honestly kids these days had no sense of adventure, maybe he should entertain the bored nation. By entertain, he meant freak out. Smiling at the thought, Prussia set to work.
The ghost started by moving the pillow of mass destruction that America had thrown earlier. It was a simple thing to do really, which an ordinary person would find freaky, but a pillow suddenly flying out of nowhere and hitting you in the face, was usually enough to cause someone to become cautious.
The American sprung to his feet, wielding his own weapon, scanning the room for the cause of the attack. His grip tightened on his pillow once he saw that he was alone in the room. Chuckling nervously, Alfred decided to leave the room and go into the kitchen, ice cream wasn't that filling after all.
Following closely behind, Prussia smiled like a maniac, it was particularly funny how America held the cushion as if it could do some serious damage. The wheat blonde walked up to the fridge and gave the room a quick scan before he opened the door, this pleased the ghost greatly. All he had done was throw a cushion, yet the superpower was on high alert.
Now to kick it up a notch. Doing the same as he had done to France earlier, Prussia started to move things around whenever America looked away. The confused look on Alfred face was priceless as, dumbfounded, he pointed at the moved object and where he swore it was beforehand.
The ghost did this for roughly half an hour, causing the America to be on the edge of hysteria. His gaze kept flicking around, never staying on one spot for longer than a minute. His skin was noticeably paler than it normally was, no sun kissed glow, and was covered in beads of sweat.
"I-Ig-Iggy!? I think there is someone in your house dude. I'm the hero so I'm not scared or anything, but I don't wanna hurt any of your citizens cuz. You should call 911 or something." Cursing himself for stuttering, America started to make his way up the stairs backwards on guard. This caused Prussia to giggle, it only just occurred to him that he was a bit sadistic.
"I would know if there was someone in my house Alfred, I have spells for that. I would also like to point out that we are in England, not America. Calling 911 won't do much, 999 might be more useful. Now shut up you git, I'm on the phone to Mathias."
Due to his panicked state, America didn't notice the irritated tone in England's voice. He did however, notice the flying teddy bear coming down the stairs. One would usually mistake this for Canada, but the bear wasn't white and had a red bow and blood spilling from its mouth (ketchup).
America screamed.
Prussia had never seen anyone move so quickly. He blinked several times until it finally sunk in that America had just legged it, and that he was missing the reaction that he was waiting for, so ran up the stairs. Making it to the top of the stairs just in time, Prussia saw England get tackled to the floor, phone still in hand, by America.
Bursting into fits of laughter, Gilbert waltzed up to the floored pair and smiled at the Brit. He could practically feel those emeralds burning back into his skull. Arthur seemed to have caught on pretty quickly to what had just happened, which wasn't hard with a screaming America and an overly happy Prussia in the same room.
Sighing, England tore his death glare away from the ghost and put the phone back to his ear. "I'm afraid that I will have to call you back later Den, I have matters that I need to attend to." Hanging up his phone and awkwardly putting it back on the stand, England began rubbing soothing circles on the hysterical nation's back.
Whilst doing this, he was angrily mouthing at the albino. 'I am seriously considering leaving you like this, yes you've had your fun but now I have to deal with it. You Teutonic Wanker, I have a feeling that I am getting close to solving your problem, but I might just not bother.'
"Awwwwhhhh come on Brows, I thought you'd like me pranking the kid. I was thinking of you. Actually the awesome me was just bored."
'You bastard, do you honestly think that I wanted this. The git won't go to sleep after this.'
"You're enjoying this Brows, don't lie. The awesome me can tell when you're lying."
'Yes, of course I wanted to spend my evening like this. Who doesn't want to have a full grown many crying on you, making your clothes wet from snot and tears?'
Even though England was mouthing the words, Prussia could tell that he was being sarcastic. He could practically hear the tone in his head. Giving up, Prussia apologised so that the island nation could tend to the American.
The Englishman reassured the young nation that he was safe, that ghosts couldn't harm him, which did help calm down the nation. America stayed close to England as the Brit started to walk around his house putting 'protective' spells on all the doors to stop the ghosts, which really just stopped the doors squeaking (he had been meaning to do that for a while).
America seemed to relax slightly at the England's action, thinking that the house was made safer. It was not a lot, but it was a start. The island nation ordered some food, thinking the American wasn't up to leaving the house anytime soon. The pair ate in mutual silence, England not eating too much due to his large breakfast and left the rest aside for Prussia. America, as predicted ate twenty by himself.
At some point during the evening, Gary dropped off England's car and guitar. England had, had the landlord insured on the vehicle seeing how often he drunk at the pub and so couldn't drive home. The pub owner knew that Arthur was something different and had respect for him when he wasn't drunk, so was happy to help. Gary smiled at the nation, as England gave the man the fair for a taxi and tipped him.
Once the bar man was gone, England suggested turning in for the night and was surprised when America complied. The Briton was sitting comfortably in his bed, telling Prussia to bugger off, when his door was pushed open.
Shifting from foot to foot, stood America, not looking at the Briton. Prussia gave the loud nation a puzzled, yet amused look, whereas England just looked like a tired parent. The Briton remained silent, no longer reading his book, whilst he waited for the American to talk, he knew that it had taken some courage to come to his room and ask what the young nation was going to ask.
"I thought that you would be scared all by yourself with the ghosts and everything, so I thought I'd stay with ya. You know being a hero and all, I can't sleep all snug on my own, when you'd be shaking in fear." The young nation laughed, but it sounded strained. He was still absolutely terrified and England knew that. Even though the pair would deny it, they both knew each other incredibly well. They knew what scared the other and what they really meant when they spoke.
What England heard America say was 'I'm still a bit freaked out about what happened earlier and I don't want to be by myself in your big old house.' Seeing that Prussia was in the room and that he was England, he was going to make America admit it first, he didn't want to look like a complete softy.
"I'm perfectly fine America, in fact I think that I will sleep like a baby tonight and dream of unicorns. Just go back and enjoy James's bed, it's fairly comfortable. I know that you would prefer your old room, but you destroyed half of it when you were here last." The Brit stated calmly.
Prussia laughed as the teen started to squirm, the kid was a superpower for Gott sake. He stopped though when the wheat blonde pouted and went wide eyed. Normally this wouldn't affect him at all, but he didn't expect what happened next.
"Iggy you are so mean, you're gonna make me say it aren't ya. Fine. The ghost crap totally freaked me out and I don't want to stay by myself in your creepy house. Now move your old man butt over." The child (yes child at this point) whined, sounding desperate. The ghost tried not to smirk, but when he looked at England his jaw dropped to the floor.
The Emerald eyed man looked guilty and heartbroken, like a mother looking at their poorly child. He couldn't believe it, the puppy dog eyes worked on the former pirate. The cold hearted British Empire was feeling bad for a scared teenager.
"Fine, you can stay with me for the night as you are a pain in the backside when you are tired, especially at meetings. Also I'm not old and don't call me Iggy. You and your bloody puppy dog eyes, you know I can't say no to that. If it wasn't for that I would have kicked you out in a heartbeat."
As the sandy blonde moved over to make some room for the younger nation, Prussia fell through the wall in shock. The ghost landed in Arthur's ensuite looking as if someone had just slapped him in the face.
Prussia did hear that England was a good parent from some people, a bit of mother hen, but that went against what was more commonly heard. Most people thought that he was bad at raising kids, They looked at America's attitude and think that he was a terrible care taker. But what Prussia had just witnessed just killed that rumour. The blood thirsty former empire was a big softy.
To make sure that the albino wasn't seeing things, he walked back through the wall, and stared. America was actually in the same bed as England. The pair weren't touching each other and stayed on their own side of the bed, but it was still shocking. The ghost continued to stare until a clap of thunder snapped him out of it.
To his surprise both nations flinched.
"I thought you had got over your fears of thunderstorms Alfred when you were younger." The Englishman said, trying to act calm. The younger nation gave the older a sheepish smile and scratched the back of his neck.
"I did, but you know the towers and everything. It just makes me jumpy. What about you dude, I totally saw you flinch as well?" Prussia watched awkwardly, apparently forgotten about by England, but didn't want to leave, this was like free television.
"You know I actually rather enjoy a good storm, but my body seems to disagree with me. Every time I hear that drumroll my body thinks it's being attacked again. Stupid really."
"Nawh, I understand Ig. They don't scare me anymore as I'm the hero, they just make me flinch." The American smiled sleepily being jetlagged and being terrified wears you out after all. All of that and the addition of England's humming, caused the American's eyes to droop. it didn't take long before the younger county was asleep, snoring.
The blonde looked up from his book and looked at the oddly silent Prussian expectantly. The ghost crossed his arms across his chest, wondering where to start. Not really knowing how to go about this, he instead started to laugh at the Englishman.
Arthur groaned as Gilbert fell to the floor clutching his sides from laughing so hard. His pale face was now a deep shade of red. Deciding that he had had enough, he threw his book at the ghost.
"You are such a woman." The albino managed to say through laughter, struggling to get off the floor. This statement caused the Briton to become flustered and started to splutter. He did that strange thing where his irises and pupils disappeared, causing his eyes to become fully white in shock. No one quite understood how he was able to do that.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Kesesesesese. You are like his mutter. You also sow and clean, you are such a girl. You're not hiding anything else are you?"
"You mean beside being an angel and having a dead nation living with me, no I have no other secrets from the world. This is your fault anyway. Everyone knows that he is terrified of ghosts and there you go and haunt him. You git, I bet you didn't even think of the consequences of your actions." The island nation spoke in a harsh whisper, practically hissing.
Sensing the large amount of hostility aimed at him, Prussia thought that he should save himself. He didn't doubt that the small Brit could exorcize him or that he would do it if pushed far enough.
"Chill Brows, of course the awesome me thought it through. I could have done a lot worse to the kid. I was going to write things aimed at him on the walls, but thought you might get pissy with me for ruining your walls. I could have possessed him."
"I wouldn't allow that. You're right, you could have done worse. I suppose I should be grateful that you didn't go overbroad. I suppose I will still and try and find a way to make you a nation again. It's really annoying me though, I feel as if I already know how to do it, but whenever I get close to attaining it, it escapes me. My mind becomes fuzzy. I bet my brothers have something to do with it."
Before the Englishman could go on a full rant about his brothers doing whatever annoys him, Prussia interrupted him. "I saw Old Fritz earlier. He told me that you don't know why you're an angel, maybe that has something to do with it. He also told me what it does and who else knows. Also he taught me how to be even more awesome than I already am." Gilbert flashed him a grin.
Snapping his mouth shut, England thought about what the Prussian had just told him. His brothers did always change subject whenever he brought up how he became this way. He bet that they knew why he couldn't remember much of what happened before he changed and could hardly remember his mother.
The island nation was about to say something when his body began to glow. The room flashed as the thunder clashed. Once the light had gone, Arthur was asleep, no longer an angel.
Seeing how tired the island nation looked, Prussia turned off the alarm clock so the Brit could have a bit of a lay in. He'd would wake him up in the morning, and give him enough time to arrive at the meeting on time.
The ghost went to leave the room and find a way to entertain himself, maybe take a nap when he spotted a pen. Doing what seemed like the natural thing, Gilbert drew on the younger teen's face and snickered as he left the room.
yeah, so there you go. The mad house thing, I'm not sure as to how that came about, it just did. could be an interesting story by it's self, but I don't want to write it;)
erm... yeah see you later guys and yay Wales sort of made an apperance, he will actually turn up at one point but he was on the phone, just to clear thing up. Dylan=Wales Alistair= Scotland Connor= Nothern Ireland and Patrick = Ireland (even though his name didn't pop up)
review and stuff if you like and see you next time :)