Ghosted

Here We Go Again

EU's POV

I sat on the couch with my lovely boyfriend, UN, just watching TV. It was a nice scene, UN was sleeping on my shoulder, Cloud, our giant, fluffy Samoyed, asleep at our feet, our white cat Snowflake playing on her cat tower, and I, the all powerful EU, internally questioning how to propose to UN. We had been dating for over a year now and I couldn't help but want to tie the knot. I already found a very nice, but expensive, ring and it was just just hiding in my office, waiting to be put on UN's finger. I just needed to figure out how I wanted to pop the question. While I was questioning my future, the TV suddenly turned to static and the one and only LON popped his head out like the fucking ghost girl from the ring. This type of shit has been happening since Christmas and has become the norm recently. Every so often LON comes by to get something from us, being from the 20s and not having the type of stuff we have today really makes a ghost curious. "What will it be today, League?" I asked, "um... ra@@/-\AaaAm-men," he said, his voice glitching, he's recently been trying to clear his voice to be able to be better understood.

I got up after repositioning UN to be more comfortable and headed to the kitchen to grab a thing of instant ramen and handed it to LON. He went back into the TV and it reset back into its original screen of cats getting scared by cucumbers. I sat back on the couch and wrapped an arm around UN, who began to stir, his wings shifting to wrap more around himself. I gently rubbed UN's back and got him to go back to sleep, just to hear my phone go off and wake him up since it was at full volume. "Huh...?" UN groaned as he sat up, "sorry hun, i forgot my phone was on sound," I apologized while rubbing his head. I grabbed my phone and checked it. It was ASEAN, our scientific obsessed friend who had texted me "get over here now" and "lab," which was an ominous text from the man who builds robots all day. "Hey hunny bun," I started, gently stroking UN hair, "do you want to head over to ASEAN's lab with me? He just texted to come over and I don't feel like I'm going to be safe," I chucked slightly, "sure baby..." UN yawned and got up, stretching his wings. I stood up straight and grabbed my keys, walking to the garage with UN, getting in my deep blue Lamborghini and driving off to ASEAN's lab.

Upon arrival, I immediately noticed NATO's car sitting outside the lab, parked next to ASEAN's red and gold convertible. We walked inside so see a weird scene, NATO's prosthetic arm had a fucking knife sticking out of it, and ASEAN had a pistol, "what the hell!?" I exclaimed. The 2 idiots looked at us, "what's up?" NATO said, "what are you two doing-" UN said, slightly hiding behind me from their weapons. "Uhhh, upgrading NATO's prosthetic arm," ASEAN said, hiding the gun behind his back. "You're upgrading his prosthetic arm with... weapons??" I asked, "well, not just weapons, it's a bunch of foldable weapons and everyday objects," NATO replied, "and you need a pistol?" "Yes!" I rolled my eyes and UN and I sat on some chairs while these fucking idiots made NATO's arm weaponized.

???'s POV

"Everyone gather round, I know not all of us get along, but we need to talk," I said, making all the dead countries gather round, certain ones giving others looks, but all in all everyone seemed more curious about what I had to say. "Everyone, I have information, does everyone know who LON, or League of Nations, is?" I asked, the majority nodded, some to old to know who I was talking about, "the original UN, I know him, met him as a kid," USSR stated, "what about him?" "I know I will sound crazy but-" "you always sound crazy," Kingdom of France said in a snarky tone, "shut it frog! As I was saying, LON has found a way into the living world," everyone around gasped in shock, some seeming to already be talking about ideas around the thought of going back to the living world. "Settle down everyone, I know this is a huge discovery, but we still don't know how he's doing it, and we all know he's in the organization purgatory, so we need to get over there before anything else," I explained, "so, what you're saying is, we could possibly get our old lives back, we just need that little bird bitch?" Third Reich asks, "of course, that's what he says you сука!" Soviet yelled, smacking Third in the head with a vodka bottle.

"Now now! No need to fight! Let's talk about this like adults! Even though some of us are younger than the others," everyone looked at Third Reich since he was the youngest of the group at only 30 years old, "den Mund halten... (shut up)" Reich muttered, looking away. "How do we even get to the org purgatory?" Prussia asked, "and how do we get him to tell us how he gets to the real world?" R.E. asked, "I have an idea on how to get there, but not how to get the information from him, I'll leave that up to you, Soviet since I know you personally were able to get information out of anyone," I nodded to Soviet, who looked on with pride. "Now, to get to LON, we're going to need a few tools," I smirked at the countries, a new Era of the modern world unfolding in front of our very eyes.

LON's POV

Sitting in my crystal castle was nice. I learned how to change the color of my spikes from black to white and made myself a beautiful castle with furnished rooms and the picture box UN and EU liked to watch. I even had a microwave, which is what I used to make the instant ramen EU gave me. I sat on my crystal couch, eating my ramen with my crystal chopsticks, and watching some picture box when I heard a knock at my door, "what in the world?" I muttered, no one was in this purgatory other than me, maybe someone died? But who? I put down my ramen and slowly went to the door, opening it with caution. Outside, the British Empire himself greeted me with an almost sadistic smile, many of the worst countries to date standing behind him, a glowing white outline of crack showing in the background as the USSR and Russian Empire held a hammer and sickle. "Oh fuck...".

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First chapter of Ghosted :D LON is about to get fucked- (not like that you weirdo-)