The Ghost in the Graveyard (Hetalia Short Story)

       "Hmm, that's odd, no name." You looked over the letter once more for a return address. You'd been invited to attend a winter party at the local graveyard. It was a weird place to have a party for this time of year, but you were bored, and it was a party.

Upon arriving to the party, you noticed there were quite a few confused looks going around. America walked up to greet you. "Hey there, you didn't happen to throw this party did you?"

"No, I figured it was you or maybe Poland. I didn't have a name on my letter."

"Yah, that's the thing brah. Everyone got the same letter, so no one knows who's throwing the party. I guess whoever it is isn't here, though, because I've talked to everyone." He let out his usual obnoxious laugh and headed over to the snack table.

"Hey look everybody." Italy was standing on an old, large sarcophagus, holding up a letter. "A bird just gave me this letter."

"Sure it did, wanker." Britain scoffed.

Italy jumped down to let America have a look at the letter. "It said we're supposed to all play hide and seek and the host will come and find us."

Britain spoke up. "Yes, well, that's all well and good, but we still don't know who 'he' is."

"Dude, that's totally the whole point. You'll find out when he finds you. Let's all hurry and hide. Get ready to lose, losers." America ran off in search of his hiding spot.

As everyone else split up to select their spots a heavy fog rolled in. The already creepy atmosphere of the graveyard intensified, sending shivers up your spine and causing your hair to stand up on end. You selected a spot inside the opening of an old empty tomb. "Hey, you... Get out of my hiding spot, this is mine, now go." France glared at you from further inside the tomb, shooing you out with a waving motion.

"Fine, sheesh." You left your spot to look for an unclaimed one, but not five seconds after leaving, you heard France scream. He ran past you, flailing his arms in the air behind him. "What the world's gotten into him?" You turned back around, towards the direction of the tomb to see a full bodied apparition. In complete shock you stood there, unable to speak or move.

"Don't worry about this aru! I know what to do." China jumped down from a tree just behind you and ran straight for the ghost. He drew something out of his pocket and threw it at it." My poke'ball can catch anything." The ball phased straight through the figure without any kind of hesitation. "Well, I'm out of ideas. You're on your own." He ran off the same way as France. You began slowly backing away, making sure to never take your eyes off of the figure, it slowly began to follow you to the center of the graveyard. After a what seemed like forever, you bumped into Germany and Italy.

"What the Heck is that?" Germany jumped back a full ten feet and stared. "I'll take care of this." He picked up a large stick close to his feet and charged at the ghost, swinging at it with all his might. He, and the stick fell through the ghost. He turned around, his face pale, eyes wide. "T-this isn't good."

Italy walked up to it with a smile on his face. "I don't know Germany, maybe he just wants some pasta. I know I get cranky when I don't have my pasta." He held a large fork-full of past up for the spirit. The ghost let out a loud eerie moan. The kind you hear in old horrors, or at a haunted house. "I don't think he's-a hungry." Italy dropped the pasta and ran. Germany grabbed your hand and dragged you off away from the ghost. Most of the party goers were now standing in the center of the graveyard with terrified looks on their faces, they must have seen the ghost as well.

"Dude, this is not cool. Either someone here is playing a wicked nasty prank, or we all got invited to a party by that creepy ghost guy." America looked around. "Hey, has anyone seen Britain, he's not here."

"I bet it's that jerk of jerks who's playing the prank. He's always doing mean things like this to me." Sealand grabbed hold of your hand, looking for support and comfort.

"Nice try Sealand, but it's not me. I saw whatever it was too. I just left for a bit to get a few things I might need to get rid of it." Britain was wearing a full length robe and his arms were full of viles filled with questionable liquids. He held in one hand a large staff which looked to be made of oak. "If that ghost shows its face again, I'll be able to deal with it."

America laughed and nuggied Britain. "Dude, he doesn't even have a face."

"Shut it you git, you know what I mean." Britain moved away from America and placed the objects he'd brought to the ground. He drew a large circle around him with his staff and began quietly chanting. You all could hear the wailing of the ghost as it grew closer. Everyone but Britain huddled together in fear. Britain and the ghost now stood face to face, Britain lifted his staff and began chanting louder than before. At the same time the ghost formed a large ball of what seemed to be static electricity between his hands. "Everyone get back to a safe distance, this won't be pretty!" The ghost and Britain went at each other simultaneously. The crackling of electricity and magic filled the air along with dirt and debris, no one could see what was going on. Blasts of strange colors shot through the air around them. The sound of an explosion filled the graveyard, and then, everything went silent. Dust began to settle and you could see that Britain was still standing, another figure was there but you couldn't make it out. Britain walked over to the other figure and grabbed him by what seemed to be a collar, he dragged him out of the settling dust and placed him before the crowd. "Here's your ghost gents." There Romania stood, defeated and embarrassed.

"Hi guys, you like my party?" He nervously scratched the back of his head.

Russia nodded and smiled "It was good, you scared even me, that is not so easy to do."

Grabbing hold of Romanias shoulders, America began roughly shaking him. "Dude, it was totally awesome. That was the best idea for a Christmas party ever brah. I think you might have killed France though. I tried poking him with a stick earlier and he didn't move."

"So you all aren't mad?" Romanias face lit up.

"No, way, we should totally do it again sometime. Now let's eat. All that freaking out made me super hungry."

"Shouldn't we help France?" Japan knelt next to him and poked him. "He really might be dead."

"Nah, man, he's probably just sleeping with his eyes open."