All right. Back with a new story. I know. I know. I'm terrible.

But I had a good idea about this new story. And, I figured I might was well write it out. Its been bugging me for a while.

Anyway, I don't own Hetalia. Though, I'd really like to. LOVE that show!

Alfred's bright blue eyes narrowed in confusion as they descended upon the blonde man seated opposite him. "So, you're saying you want to bring that weird board thing to my house to do...what again?" He asked, just before taking another bite of his burger.

Arthur sighed, clearly tiring of repeating himself. "First of all, it is a ouija board. And I want to contact the spirits in your home. I believe your house was built over an ancient burial ground."

Alfred immediately froze, his eyes growing wide. "You mean...you think my house is...h-haunted?"

The young man indeed enjoyed playing the brave hero from time to time, but the one thing he could not fathom dealing with was ghosts. He had always been terribly frightened of them. Ever since he could remember. And as his friend Kiku frequently reminded him, it could have something to do with the endless hours he spent as a kid watching horror movies.

Arthur nodded. "Yes. And I believe if we make contact with them, we can figure out exactly what they need in order for them to move on." He paused, taking a sip of his tea. As he did so, he noted Alfred's blank face. "That means they will immediately leave your home."

Alfred was silent for a moment. He wasn't sure exactly why this theory was such a shock to him. Even he should have guessed his house was haunted, what with all the odd occurences at night. There had been many a time he awoke to the sounds of the wooden floorboards creaking outside of his room in the vacant hall. Or when there would be the light knocking on his door late into the night. Something definitely wasn't right. But somehow, Alfred had deluded himself into believing there was a logical explanation for everything paranormal going on.

After a few moments of silence between the two as Alfred debated whether or not Arthur's plan was a good idea or not, he finally nodded. "All right. When do you wanna do this thing, man?"

Arthur smiled, clearly thrilled he had won. "How about I come over tomorrow night? That way I can prepare myself further, and we can make sure we contact them in a proper manner."

"Okay..." The other blonde finally answered, setting his burger down on his plate. His gaze followed the length of the dustless, antique wooden table before him. He had been thoroughly excited when Arthur had asked him over to his place, thinking his old friend just wanted to catch up. He hadn't expected there was an ulterior motive to the brit's hospitality.

Hours passed, as Arthur talked on, and Alfred distractedly replied, still quite disturbed about the prospect of ghosts at his place.

Finally, Alfred let out a yawn he had been holding for quite some time, stretching as he stood to his feet. "All right, bro. I think I'm gonna head on home." He said, turning to grab his coat.

Arthur followed suit, rising from the arm chair he had relocated to, and striding over to the door. "All right. I suppose that is for the best. You do look rather exhausted."

The younger man nodded. "Yeah, dude. I didn't sleep at all last night." He explained, slipping into his leather jacket. "Anyway," he began, making his way over to where Arthur was standing. "Thanks again for those hard biscuit things again." And with that, the American was out the door.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Bloody hell. For the last time, they're called scones." He spat before shutting the door.

Alfred couldn't help but smile as he trudged away from the elder man's house. For some reason, pissing Arthur off was hilarious. Hearing him say in his proper english such foul things was indeed entertaining to say the least.

It didn't take long for the young man to arrive at his house. And almost immediately, he tore off his t-shirt and faded jeans, trading them out for the much preferred comfiness of his pajamas.

As always, sleep did not take long to find Alfred as he laid in bed.

However, as usual, he awoke in the middle of the night to the creepy sounds fluttering about in his home.

He tried to ignore it, but with the thought of ghosts being just beyond his door, floating around, it was almost too much to bear.

The rest of the night was spent tossing and turning, falling into a light slumber he often awoke from, just to have to try and fall asleep once more.

As the first few rays of sunlight began to flood his room, Alfred made one last attempt to get just another hour of sleep.

Luckily, he drifted off once more.

When he awoke, it was to the shrill sound of his cell phone ringing.

Groaning, he grasped his glasses, tossing them onto the bridge of his nose, and thrusting the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Alfred. I wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight?" Came Arthur's overly pleasant tone. Of course. The bastard probably slept fantastic last night, while Alfred barely recieved a total of two hours' sleep.

Attempting to push the overwhelming need to curse needlessly at the Englishman, Alfred mumbled something that was supposed to be a yes.

Arthur paused on the other line, having not heard the man clearly. "Um, shall I take that as a yes?" He questioned.

Alfred raked his fingers through his hair, sitting himself upright on his bed. "I said, 'yeah, bro.' Whenever you're ready." He said, this time clearer.

"Oh wonderful! I'll be there around seven o'clock." There was a pause, and Alfred was about to say his agreement, when Arthur's voice rang through the phone once more.

"Do you mind if I bring Gilbert and Ivan along? They both seemed quite interested in the hauntings, and it may help if we have more people participating."

Alfred sighed inwardly. Gilbert prided himself in making fun of anyone, and everyone. And come tonight, he would have just another secret over him. He wondered if he could handle that much emotional abuse.

As for Ivan, he was another story. As if it wasn't scary enough, him having to face the ghosts, he'd have the creepy-as-hell Russian in his home.

He shuddered at the thought of Ivan seating himself on Alfred's couch, that strange purple aura clouding his face as his eyes seemed to glow a brighter shade of violet. His lips widening into a satisfied smirk as they discussed the haunting further.

He was just about to refuse when a thought occured to him. If he said no, then wouldn't he look like a coward? Gilbert would no doubt ridicule him for being too afraid to let them come along. And soon, everyone would know what a sissy he was.

As much as he hated the thought, he had to agree. And, maybe, just maybe with more people over at his house, it wouldn't be as scary.

"'Kay. But, could ya maybe blindfold Ivan on the way over? Ya know, so he doesn't know where I live?"

"What?" Arthur asked, startled at his question.

Alfred let out a nervous chuckle. "Heh, heh. Just a joke...Anyway, see ya tonight." He said, quickly shutting his phone.

"Oh God...what have I done?" He asked himself.

Seven o'clock came much to early for Alfred's liking as his doorbell rang. He quickly opened the door, revealing Arthur's overly eager face clutching a rectangular piece of thick cardboard Alfred assumed to be the oija board in question. His blue eyes shifted to find Gilbert, his usual smirk plastered over his face. To the right of him stood Ivan's tall frame, an innocent grin spread across his lips.

He then furrowed a brow, finding another body on behind Gilbert.

"Yo, Arthur, what's Ludwig doing here?" Alfred asked, his voice too loud to be considered a whisper.

Ludwig cleared his throat, folding his arms across his chest.

"I came along as to keep an eye on my brother." He replied, his eyes glued to the back of Gilbert's head.

Gilbert's own crimson eyes rolled, as Alfred shifted to the side, allowing the four to squeeze into the vast living room.

"Oh come on, Ludwig. We all know you really just came because you were interested, too!"

"Anyway," Arthur interrupted, not allowing Ludwig to answer the overly hyped German. He gently set the ouija board on the hardwood floor, placing a small black arrow-shaped tool on top. "So, here is the general idea. We need to ask the spirits a question. And, while our hands are on this pointer here, they will move it to the letters to spell out their answers. Or, to the yes, or no indicated on the board." He explained, gesturing to the different places on the thick carboard.

When everyone seemed to acknowledge this, he grinned once more. "All right. Shall we get started?"

"Yes! Let's get on with it." Gilbert shouted.

Arthur gently placed a hand on top of the arrow. His emerald eyes then lifted up to find Alfred's.

"Alfred, I believe since it is your home, you should participate as well. Place your hand on top of mine."

Alfred was hesitant at first. His eyes scanned the other four pairs staring back at him, waiting for him to obey.

Shakily, he placed his hand on top of Arthur's. "Now, we begin." Arthur immediately closed his eyes, his expression sobering into that of a more serious one.

"Oh, spirits. We summon you here tonight. We wish to speak to you." Arthur paused, clearing his throat lightly. "Who are we speaking to, if we may ask?"

Nothing seemed to happen. Everyone waited with baited breath, intensely watching the pointer to see if it would perhaps move.

It didn't. Alfred felt himself relax slightly. Maybe his house wasn't haunted? Maybe he had imagined everything, and nothing odd was going on. He almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he had been.

"Spirits, please give us a sign you are here." Arthur continued, seeming unphased by the lack of communication.

Still, nothing.

"Well, this looks like a load of crap." Gilbert grumbled. He then turned to face Ludwig seated next to him. "Looks like you were right. Nothing's happening."

Ivan sighed, clearly disappointed. "I thought you said something frightening would happen tonight." He said softly. "I wanted to see the American scream in fear."

Alfred shivered, too afraid to be offended at the Russian's comment.

In one last ditch effort, Arthur asked, "What do you wish for here?"

"Ah, come on, man. Nothing's going to happen! Let's just go." Gilbert said, his impatience getting the best of him as he slowly got to his feet.

Ivan followed suit, rising from the large armchair he had claimed.

Arthur's eyes slowly opened, disappointment evident in his features. "Well, I could have been wrong...I suppose."

Alfred lifted his hand from the pointer, a little too quickly. And Arthur's soon followed.

"Hey, you guys don't have to go yet, ya know? We could watch this new scary movie I got!" Alfred suggested, jumping to his feet, and digging said movie from his collection.

The other four exchanged wary glances, already having heard of the horror story Japan had had to endure when he last watched a movie involving ghosts with the hyperactive man.

"Its from Japan!" Alfred coaxed, noting their wary expressions.

"Oh, fine. I suppose I have nothing better to do. But I will not be sitting next to you." Arthur scoffed.

Ludwig nodded. "Ja. I guess I can stay as well." He then looked to his elder brother. "You will stay as well."

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Fine. At least I'll get to see Alfred piss himself during the movie." He snorted.

Alfred, ignoring Gilbert's comment, turned to Ivan next, awaiting his answer. "Well, Ivan? Ya wanna stay, too? I can make popcorn!"

"I guess I can stay. I don't have any other plans anyway."

Alfred grinned, turning to towards the kitchen. However, just as he began to step out of the room, he heard a scratching noise coming from the floor, and a loud gasp.

He slowly turned to find the pointer sliding across the ouija board. He caught it just in time to see it shift from the a, to the l. It then slid to the f, then to the r. The e came next, and in a painfully slow speed, the pointer scraped over to the last letter. D.

"A-Arthur...how did you do that, man?" Alfred asked, chuckling slightly. He would not be made a fool. This was a trick. One they had all concocted so they would have something to make fun of him about.

But when Alfred looked to Arthur, he didn't find the smirk he expected. Arthur's face was pale, the color having been drained, and his expression was of pure shock.

All right, well, maybe he wasn't in on this prank. It had to be Gilbert. Gilbert was the mastermind behind this.

When Alfred's gaze drifted to Gilbert, the German looked just as terrified as Alfred felt. Even Ivan looked uncomfortable.

"Look, this isn't funny, guys! Its not cool to make fun of someone's insecurities, okay? Who did that?" Alfred yelled, no longer able to keep calm.

Arthur seemed to regain his ability to speak as he opened his mouth slowly. "Alfred...No one touched it."

"Then how did it move, dude?" The blonde demanded, growing tired of this prank. It just had to be a prank. There was no way some 'spirit', had moved the arrow to spell out his name.

An uneasy silence crept over the five, a chill spreading through the air.

It was clear from everyone's faces that no one had expected Arthur to be able to contact the dead. No one dared to move. As if whatever had moved the pointer would annihilate them on contact.

Now Alfred was seriously pissed. Someone was messing with him, and it was in no way amusing.

He stomped over to Ivan, angry beyond reason as he thrusted his forefinger into the taller man's face. "Start talking Ivan, or I'll tell Natalia where you moved to!"

Gilbert, finally breaking from his stupor, grasped Alfred by the arms, anger filtering into his muscles as he clenched tightly. "Look, you stupid American! None of us touched the damn board! We weren't even near the cursed thing!"

Alfred froze. Gilbert didn't look like he was joking. Even though the man's face was scrunched in an impatient rage, there was something in his face that told Alfred he was legitimately terrified.

"Everyone needs to calm down and think rationally here." Ludwig's baritone announced, reminding everyone of his presence. "Supposing there was such a thing as 'ghosts', why would they have spelled Alfred's name out on the board? It makes no sense."

Ivan looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, think back to the last question Arthur asked." He waited while everyone recalled.

"I asked what it wanted." Arthur said simply, still unsure how that answered any questions.

"Exactly." Ivan said. "And it answered, 'Alfred.' Apparently, he's what it wants."

Now, Alfred was clinging to Gilbert for dear life. "Oh God, Oh God! Please tell me this was all a joke!"

Gilbert, despite being rather frightened himself, still managed to look irritated as the blonde sobbed into his shoulder. "Please get off of me!" He yelled in vain.

Alfred continued to hold on rather tightly, obviously not having heard the German's command.

Arthur stroked his chin, deep in thought as he studied the oija board still on the floor. The pointer had returned to the middle as if nothing had happened. "I believe we should ask it some more questions."

"Are you insane? We have no idea who, or what we're dealing with here! And need I remind you, I am too awesome to die!" Gilbert shrieked, seeming to lose his bravado.

Ludwig placed a hand on the man's free shoulder. "I agree with Arthur. Maybe we can figure out who it is, and why it said it wanted Alfred."

Ivan grinned, the cloud of uncertainty lifting from his face. "I agree as well. I want to know more about this spirit."

Alfred stiffened. How was he supposed to make it through tonight without pissing himself in front of his friends? This was scarier than any movie he had ever seen, and it was all happening to him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't protest as Arthur's voice became evident once more.

"Spirit, may we know your name?"

A few seconds ticked by without any change, and for a moment, Alfred was sure the horror had gone. Then, he watched as the arrow chose the n letter. It fluttered about until it rested on the last letter.

"N-none?" Arthur spoke.

Everyone knew the british man to be quite into the supernatural. He often talked of his magical friends. Most often, 'flying mint bunny.' So to see the man spooked was rather unsettling.

He paused as he thought of his next question. "How many years has it been since you died?"

The arrow resumed its fluttering about until it once again spelled 'none.' Then, shocking everyone, it continued to move. It moved from a, to l, and Alfred was sure it would spell his name again for some horrifying reason. Instead, it rested on the l again.

"What does that mean?" Ludwig asked. "How could it be both 'none', and 'all'?"

"So, we've got a prankster ghost, huh?" Gilbert snickered, beginning to sound like himself once more. "I've got one for ya! "So, ghostie, what're you doing here?"

Everyone's eyes watched the board, waiting for it to move again.

Nothing happened for a moment, and they wondered if maybe the spirit wouldn't answer them this time.

Everyone watched in shock, as the board burst into flames, crackling sinisterly. Luckily, Ivan and Ludwig still had enough sense to dart off to find a way to put the fire out.

In less than a minute, Ludwig returned, pouring a bucket of water over the fire, drowning out the flames.

He panted, setting the bucket down on the floor. "Well, I guess we know for next time that summoning ghosts is a bad idea."

"I had lots of fun." Ivan chirped, seating himself back down on the armchair.

Gilbert frowned, shaking off his fear for the moment. "That bastard did not answer my question!"

Arthur shook his head, having examined the remains of the board. As he lifted it, he pointed to the burn marks in the floor. "I believe you are gravely wrong about that..."

Gilbert frowned, annoyed by Arthur's immense look of humorlessness.

What he found caused him to freeze in place. Alfred, now curious, rose to look as well.

He was sure his heart had stopped. The breath from his lungs ripped from his chest with a fiery gasp.

There, burnt into the wood, clear as day were the simple words, 'to kill'.

"Scheiße!" Ludwig shouted, too taken aback by the scene to sensor himself.

Even Ivan's eyes had gone wide.

This was bad. Whatever was in Alfred's house was not just a lowly spirit.

Alfred whimpered as Arthur pulled the man into a half hug. He couldn't bear to see him so emotionally distraught. Especially knowing this was his doing. Something had to be done.

"Don't worry, Al. I'll stay with you tonight. Whatever this is, it will most likely leave soon. You just can not let your fear get the best of you."

Alfred nodded as Arthur soothingly pet his head.

Everything would be all right...right? He had Arthur here with him now, who had been just like an older brother to him for years. He would be protected tonight, and by the morning, this evening would be just another bad memory.

Right?

All right guys. Hoped you liked it!

I know I keep making new stories, and not finishing them. But I will! I just really had to do a creepy one. Horror is kinda my thing, so I figured I might as well use it.

Please leave me reviews, and I should update on this one more frequently. I'd like to finish this one fairly soon, as its probably going to be my favorite. =]