Oh, would you look at that? Another supernatural thing, with ghost!Canada. But I might actually finish this one!
Matthew Williams stared out the window, watching the blond man outside carry boxes out of his car and into the house. His house. He now had to share with this random guy, who looked like a complete stick in the mud. Probably played football in high school and lifts weights every day, Matthew thought. I bet he eats raw eggs and drinks protein shakes, and goes jogging at 5 a.m. I mean, just look at those muscles! Guy's ripped!
He watched for a few more minutes as the man let three dogs and a cat out of the car. The dogs ran around excitedly, sniffing at everything, while the cat went to sleep under the large oak tree in the front yard.
The ghost sighed and turned away from the window, already dreading having to coexist with the man, before floating up through the ceiling into his secret space: the attic. It was where he kept his few things he had managed to grab before his family got rid of his belongings. Since they didn't live there, they hadn't been able to see him after he died 17 years ago.
His secret space consisted of two paintings that he had done himself, several drawings his baby brother had given him, eight books about various Canadian wildlife, a stuffed toy polar bear, a picture of his family, three sketch books that were completely filled at this point, a box of assorted art supplies, and his red mittens his mother had made for him.
From the living room downstairs, he heard several thumps, a loud crash, and a grunt of pain. Rolling his amethyst eyes, Matthew made his way to the living room to make sure his new roommate hadn't hurt himself. He stuck his head through the wall, making sure to stay out of sight for the time being; he'd show himself later. He smirked at the mess the man was making: a box was laying sideways on the floor, knick knacks spilling out of it, while the blond held his foot, mumbling German curses under his breath.
After he stopped whining about his foot, he glanced out the window and groaned. "Where the hell is he?" He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and called someone. When they answered, he immediately started berating them. "Bruder, where are you?! You were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago. I'm not unpacking your things; you can do it yourself. Just like you should've rented an apartment yourself. But instead, you're living in my spare room and mooching of me and Feliciano." He was silent while the person on the end spoke.
The blond sighed and shook his head. "No, Gilbert, I know. I didn't mean it like that; it's just that Feliciano and I can't support you forever. You're 42, bruder, and you haven't had a steady job in a decade... Yes, I know it's expensive to forge papers... Yes, I'm aware. Gilbert, I'm very much aware of how hard it is to have a steady job when you don't age... What do you mean? We live in America now; we're going to have to speak English every day! ...No, I don't have time for a joke."
There was a long pause, before the blond man made a horrified expression. "Gilbert! Oh my actual god! What is it with you and terrible puns? ...No, you idiot, I have to go unpack. Now hurry up!" He hung up before Gilbert could tell another joke, leaving Matthew wondering what in the hell was up with this guy and his brother.
Forging papers? Not aging? And just how many people are moving in?!
He started to pick up a box when his phone rang. He groaned and answered it, brightening slightly at whoever was on the other end.
"Hi Feli... No, it's alright, you said you'd be late, remember? ...What?! But I thought he was living with Antonio? ...Are you serious? You've got to be kidding me! ...I told him not to do that! ...Oh my god. Was anyone hurt? ...I knew this would happen; that brother of yours is a ticking time bomb. I'm sorry, but living with a werewolf is just a disaster waiting to happen!"
Werewolf?!
"...Feli, I'm not mad at you; I'm mad that Lovino and Gilbert are both living with us. I'm mad that I now have to finish the basement so my brother can live in it, because we both know that Lovino will refuse to sleep there, so now he gets the guest room. I'm mad that my brother still doesn't have a job..." He let out a long breath and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Do you really think this is going to work? Two vampires, a werewolf, and a human all living together?"
Ok, that does it. I'm revealing myself.
"Don't forget your friendly neighborhood ghost," Matthew said, floating through the wall.
"Heilige verdammte Scheiße!" the blond yelled, dropping his phone. Matthew could hear the person on the other end shouting in Italian.
He put up his transparent hands in surrender as the blond man's dogs started barking at him.
"Calm down; I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm Matthew, and welcome to my house. You might wanna tell Feliciano everything's ok, by the way. He sounds like he's freaking out."
The man slowly bent down and picked up his phone, not taking his eyes off of the ghost in front of him. "I'm going to have to call you back, Feli. I, uh, I just met our other room mate," he muttered, before hanging up. He raised a hand, silencing the three dogs' loud barking, and nodding at the man floating in front of him.
"So," Matthew started, rubbing his arm awkwardly.
"So... I'm Ludwig Beilshmidt. What did you say your name was again?"
"Matthew. Matthew Jones. I'm guessing you're one of the two vampires?"
"Uh... Ja. The other is my brother Gilbert. And then we have my boyfriend Feliciano; he's human; and his brother Lovino. Lovino's a werewolf."
"And you're all living here? Dang; it's gonna be kinda crowded."
"Well, this was supposed to be just mine and Feliciano's house, but then Gilbert got fired, and now Lovino's living here too..."
"Yeah, I heard you talking about that. What, uh, what exactly happened?"
Ludwig groaned in exasperation and ran a hand through his hair. "Lovino was living with his boyfriend Antonio in their apartment, until yesterday when Lovino fell asleep in wolf form on the couch, and someone broke in, and he attacked them. It wouldn't have been that big of a deal, except that their building doesn't allow pets, so they got evicted, and now Antonio is living on his friend's couch. So now we're stuck with Lovino. If you don't mind me asking-"
"How did I die? Fell down the stairs like the clumsy idiot I am. I was 22, in case you were wondering. Well, I'd offer to help you unpack, but it takes a lot of energy for me to touch things, so I guess I'll be off. Oh! That reminds me of rule #1: the attic is mine. No one goes up there without my say so. That's actually pretty much the only rule, so, um... That's where I'll be. I'll come back down later; make sure you prepare everyone so they don't freak out. See ya later, roomie!"
With that, he left Ludwig standing alone in the living room.
Well there ya go. I changed Mattie's last name to Jones for the sake of him being Al's brother in this (Al being his baby brother).
Heilige verdammte Scheiße!: Holy fucking shit!