This story idea came from a dream I had, I'm not sure if this has been done already but oh well. I hope you enjoy it

I do not own hetalia

It shouldn't really have been a surprise.

There were plenty of signs, everyone just seemed to not notice them, or just ignored them. Granted they were subtle, but those close should have defiantly of notice something. Or maybe they did but just didn't know what to do.

What could they have done?

That silent question swirled around everyone's minds that were currently present at the memorial service.

The beautiful summer's day and the chirping of birds in the distance could do nothing to cheer up those that were clad in black clothing, huddled around the grave stone. Tears were rolling freely down broken faces, those that were not crying either had no more tears to shed or were locking up their emotions inside.

Yes, despite knowing that it was inevitable for the ex-nation to finally fade away, it still crushed those close to him. It still surprised people that it didn't happen sooner considering how long Prussia wasn't classed as a nation, but he was just too stubborn to let go.

It was this stubbornness that gave the others this false hope that he would hang on forever and wouldn't fade away. That is what probably hurt them the most, the fact that they were given this false hope.

Germany had just finished delivering his speech on his brother, his skin pale and eyes blood shot. Prussia had been lying in bed for a few days so he went up to check on him. He witnessed his brother turn into golden dust in front of his eyes; he remembered the smile that Prussia kept on his face before he disappeared completely.

Prussia was expecting it to happen, as he made sure to visit all his friends beforehand. He made sure that he had taken a lot of photos with everyone. He: went out drinking; had a fight with Hungary; stole all of Austria's underwear and hid them; annoyed Romano; ate pasta with Italy and of course hung out with the two other members of the Bad Touch trio, all of them working together to prank England.

He knew he was going, so he left a message for his brother to read out at his funeral for the other nations. Unfortunately Germany couldn't bring himself to read the note that was written in surprisingly neat hand writing, and passed the task to a nation who had managed to keep their emotions under control.

So Japan took to the podium, coughing politely to grab everyone's attention. Once all the eyes were on him, he apologised for what he might say which could offend some present; having read the note beforehand.

"Dear losers

If you are reading this or hearing this, the Awesome me is no longer gracing you with my awesome presence.

I have known that my time was coming for a while now, I could feel it. Stupid kids these days are thick pieces of shit as they don't know anything that is the awesomness of which is Prussia. What are they teaching kids these days?

As you all know I haven't been a nation for a while. Thank you very much Allies. I kid, you guys are alright, some of you helped tear down that fucking wall. Except Russia he is a crazy bastard that can go and die for all I care. Fick, that'll mean he'll be with me, but then what happens to our souls once we die.

Well I'm awesome, so I'll be fine.

Where the fick was the Awesome me? Ah, as you know I am no longer a nation, and once the world's people forget about you, you cease to exist. So this wasn't a surprise.

So stop crying about the awesome me death, I know that losing this much awesomeness is difficult but you just have to deal with it. I will not rest peacefully unless you all stop being pussys and grow some balls like Liz, Keseseseseseseese

Why did I write my awesome laugh down?

So suck it up losers, Prussia out."

Japan silently laid down the piece of paper onto the wooden podium, looking up to face the rest of the nation emotion shimmering in his usually empty eyes.

Germany was sniffing quietly, laying a white lily on the grave. One by one the other nations followed all of them muttering some words to their fallen friend.

Italy could barely stand from crying so hard, his brother helped him place their flowers down. Romano, didn't even deny that he had shed a few tears.

Hungary's eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down her checks as she scolded the marble stone for saying she was a man. Placing a gentle hand on her back, Austria escorted her away from the grave, not before muttering some words to his annoying 'friend'.

France and Spain looked completely lost. They had been the Bad Touch Trio for so long, and now that it was just the two of them, they wasn't sure as to what they should do. They had already cried all they could, leaving them empty shells of what they formally were.

Once everyone had laid down their flower onto the cold stone, they all slowly started to disperse. Everyone said their words of condolences to Germany before they left, the blonde giving them all a stiff nod in thanks.

Italy and Japan were the last to leave besides England. The sandy blonde apologised to Germany and fully meant it, which the German was thankful for, the Briton hardly ever apologised let alone actually meaning it.

Before he left, England handed Germany a small gift. The taller nation gave the Briton a confused look, England gave him a small smile and told him to look at it in private. Without another word the English man walked away from the former Axis keeping his eyes focused on the ground.

"Ve~ What did Mr England give you?" Italy tried to peak at the neatly wrapped box in Germany's hands, his curiosity momentarily overpowering his grief. The blonde shock his head, grazing his finger over the gold wrapping paper then the red bow. He had no idea what could be inside, the Englishman was always an odd nation.

"England san is a very complicated person, the gift could be anything. Though I must admit that I am curious as to why he gave you something and as to what it is."

Germany sighed heavily rubbing the back of his neck. "Ja, we best be off to the party. Mein bruder wouldn't want good beer to go to waste." He said sadly before walking off, Italy hot on his heels.

Japan hesitated for a few seconds staring at the Briton who was standing by a nearby tree. England had been edgy the entire service, somewhat distracted. His shoulders were hunched up, collars of his trench coat were up making him seem more closed off than usual.

He was also heading off in the opposite direction to wear the wake was being held. The Japanese nation knew that he had much better sense of direction than what Austria did, and that England liked to drink. Something was off with the nation, but then he wasn't one to prey into other nation's business, so decided to leave the European nation be.

England tried to walk quickly way from the others not wanting the others to notice his unease. He hated coming to cemeteries. A lot of people did, but nations normally didn't. Except England, he had good reason to, as he could see ghosts.

Seeing ghosts was a normal thing for the island nation as he saw them where ever he went, it's just ghosts that tended to stay at graveyards were usually new ghosts. People that have only recently died, these ghosts were the ones that have a habit of being depressed. Granted, they weren't all young ghosts a lot of them were old, but were too depressed to leave.

England could stand depressed people but not on such a large scale. There were too many spirits sobbing about their life being over, their regrets. The young ghosts also didn't have full control of their new bodies yet, so they looked the same way as when they died. A lot of them had gruesome deaths.

He was walking quickly, looking down at his shoes until he heard a familiar voice. "Scheiße! What the fick happened to all of these people?" England immediately halted and spun round on his foot to face a tree. Leaning up against the trunk was a translucent Prussia.

"They died." The blonde answered flatly, looking up to see the horrific ghosts that plagued his view. Even though he had seen many wars, he could never get used to seeing fatal wounds on someone that seemed to be walking around; maybe floating was a better term to use.

Crimson eyes widened , the albino ghost spun round to look at the source of the voice, already knowing who it was from the accent. "Brows? You can hear me?" he asked the tired looking blonde tentatively.

"Yes, I can also see you…and them. They are all ghosts Prussia, that's what they looked like when they died. Over time they will be able to regain their original form somewhat, but that may be some time."

"They're dead? That explains a lot, I know that the awesome me is dead. I've been trying to get mein bruder to see me, but he looks right through me. So unawesome… You don't seem surprised about seeing the awesome me?"

The smaller nation sighed, ruffling his already scruffy hair, making it more so. Prussia studied the Englishman's face, taking in just how weary he looked. "I was expecting to see you actually. I have always been able to see and hear things that others cannot. Ghosts being one of them."

"You've been seeing this Scheiße ever since you were just a kid?" Prussia was starting to feel a bit guilty about teasing the Brit now. Maybe swapping his shampoo with neon pick hair dye wasn't the best thing they could have done for him, especially as it was a world meeting the next day.

It was hilarious though.

"Yes, I'm afraid that I will never get used to seeing young ghosts that had terrible deaths. Ghosts can also be extremely distracting, but can be good company. Except the possessive ones, they can be quite a handful." The Briton rather nonchalantly, waving the Prussian ghost off.

The albino ghost frowned taking in what had just been said, and thinking about other things. He was stumped as to what to do next. He thought that his world would just end, or he would be on some island somewhere with never ending supply of beer. Becoming a ghost was something that he did not think would happen.

"So Brows am I gonna be like this forever? It's so not awesome if it is just you that can see me. I mean no offense Brows, but there is only so much 'Britishness' I can handle."

England looked thoughtful for a moment. He got on with the Prussian, but he didn't want him to be around him constantly. Maybe there was something that he could do, but he would need help.

"Normally yes ,you would be like this forever, but I will see if there is something that I can do. Also you can converse with other ghosts, not just me. That chap that you call Old Fritz used to follow you from time to time, maybe you can have a chat to him."

"You talk to Old Fritz!? Awesome!" The albino jumped up and down in excitement hearing about the old man. He couldn't wait to see him. The English nation nodded his head, a whisper of a smile graced his face.

"I assume that you are going to stay round my house whether I like it or not, just give me some bloody space. Also, just so you know, you can use people not being able to see you to your advantage, I'll just have to give you a charm that will make you more solid. I bet that you have been unable to touch anything?"

The Prussian slowly nodded as he thought back as to how he tried to catch his brother's attention. As soon as he gave up yelling in Germany's face he tried to throw things, to find out that it had no effect considering he couldn't lift anything.

England smirked as he started to walk out of the cemetery, Prussia strolled (yet his feet didn't make contact with the floor)after the island nation. "I'll only do it if you prank the frog."

"Prank Francy pants? Ja, I can do that."

And there's the first chapter. sorry it's slow

it will speed up as Prussia speds time with England, going off to do what ever the hell he wants and learn things about the Brit.

I know that its a bit odd how Prussia just took everything in his stride, but he just doesn't really care and it probably has all sunk in yet.

Germany's gift i'm not 100% sure as to what it is yet, but i know it's function.

bye bye