The Death of the Ash (Hetalia X Reader)

Day 12

"Hello?" (Y/n) answered her phone.

"Ah bonjour, ma chérie." Francis' voice came from the receiver. "Arthur and I have a press conference on the crash... and we cannot leave Alfred alone-"

"You want me to come babysit him?" (Y/n) Held back a laugh.

"Ah... babysit isn't quite the word I was thinking of." She could hear a smile in Francis' voice. "Perhaps something more like give him someone to talk to."

She sighed. "Of course. But he has to be willing to talk to me first."

"He refuses to see his other friends." Francis informed (Y/n).

"This is the perfect opportunity!" Matthew whispered excitedly.

"You don't need to whisper, you know." (Y/n) Held the phone away from her mouth. "No one can hear you but me."

Matthew stuck his tongue put at her. "We're you talking to Matthew?" Francis asked hopefully when she brought the phone back to her face.

She nodded but remembered she was on the phone and Francis couldn't see her. "Yes, sorry, I was. He wants me to go and get to know Alfred."

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"Thank you so much for coming, dear." Arthur greeted (Y/n) at the door. "We just don't think leaving Alfred's alone at this time is in our best interest."

"I understand." (Y/n) nodded. She briefly wondered if she should mention the fact that Matthew had wanted her to go but decided against it. "Anything I can do to help."

Arthur smiled and took her coat. "He's upstairs in his room. You recall how to get there, don't you?"

(Y/n) nodded with a shy smile. "Thank you." She said and made her way upstairs.

"What." A flat voice demanded when she knocked on Alfred's bedroom door.

"Can I come in?" (Y/n) asked through the door.

"I don't know, can you?" Alfred snapped.

Annoyed, (Y/n) shouldered the door open. "Yeah. I can." She grumbled.

Alfred looked up at her and scowled. "What? Here to give me some stupid medium reading?"

"OK first of all, I'm not a medium. This is the first time it's happened to me and it's freaking creepy." She put her fists on her hips. "And second of all, yeah I am here to tell you what Matthew has to say."

Alfred glared at her for an moment. "I hate you." He moved over on his bed so (Y/n) had enough space to sit as well.

"Thanks." (Y/n) smirked. Matthew sat on the floor in front of them. "Matthew, what do you want me to tell him?" She asked impatiently, hating the close proximity between her and Alfred.

"Tell him about the countdown thing." He held up his forearm.

48d, 13h, 11m, 20s

"Ah yeah." (Y/n) explained to Alfred about the countdown on Matthew's arm.

"You need to tell him about the why I'm trapped part." Matthew instructed seriously.

"He thinks you're keeping him here." (Y/n) said bluntly. "You need to let go so he can pass on."

"I need to let go?" Alfred hissed. He rips off his glasses and rubs his eyes with his fingertips. "Sounds to me like Matthew's the one that's still here and he's the one who needs to let go!"

(Y/n) glanced towards Matthew. "Don't you think he's tried that, moron?" She is itching to smack Alfred upside the head. "How can you be so selfish? This is your brother, not the kid you bullied in middle school!"

"Yeah well the kid I billed in middle school isn't dead." Alfred snapped. From the corner of her eye, (Y/n) noticed Matthew flinch. "Now get out of my room and leave me alone!" Alfred yells.

Hands shaking, (Y/n) stands up and stalks out of the room. She was fuming. How could Alfred be so selfish?

"Wait." Matthew says, stopping (Y/n) in her tracks. "I want to go into my room."

"What's in your room?" (Y/n) asked, following Matthew down the hallway.

"My stuff." Matthew grinned over is shoulder and took a step towards the door, as if he was planing to walk through it but bounced off the solid wood and fell to the ground. "What the... that worked it has other solid objects!" Matthew stood up and rubbed his coccyx.

(Y/n) approached him. "Maybe there's iron in the door or something." She suggested.

"I'd know if there was iron in my door." Matthew narrowed his eyes at her. "And why would iron stop me?"

"It's always stops ghosts in Supernatural." She shrugs. "Here." She opens the door for him.

"Thanks." Matthew nodded and walked into his room.

The room was brightly lit by natural light streaming through two floor to ceiling windows. "Wow." (Y/n) cast and impressed glance around the room.

Matthew approached his bed and flopped down on it, the mattress sinking beneath his weight.

Wait.

"Matthew I think you're touching your bed." She approached him.

"Well yeah!" Matthew grinned.

"No I mean I think you're physically touching it... my bed never does that when you're laying on it." (Y/n) pressed. She hesitated before picking a book up off his desk. "Think fast!" She threw the book at Matthew.

"Hey!" Matthew threw his hands up in front of his face as a natural reflex. The book bounced off his forearm and fell to the floor with a thump. He stared at it.

"You can physically touch it!" (Y/n) exclaimed happily. She rushed over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. His sweater was soft beneath her hands. "Oh my god."

Matthew placed his hand over hers. It was as cold as ice but she still felt it. "I can touch things..?"

"Yes! I think you c-" (Y/n) started to answer but was interupted by the door slamming open.

"I told you to leave!" Alfred yelled. "Get out of my brother's room!"

"Hold up I've got this," Matthew stood up and strode towards Alfred. He then delivered a swift slap to Alfred's face.

Alfred threw himself to the side, looking shocked. "Wha- how?" He was looking at (Y/n) with wide eyes. "But you're standing over there!"

(Y/n) shrugged, holding her hands up innocently. "Wasn't me. Matthew had a bone to pick with you I think."

"That was Matthew?" Alfred asked quietly.

"Can I slap him again?" Matthew pondered for a moment. "No wait I think I'll kick him in the junk."

"Matthew calm your shit." (Y/n) Snapped and turned back to Alfred. "Yes that was Matthew. He wants to kick you now."

"No wait, Mattie!" Alfred whimpered. "Don't kick me!"

"Oh my god." Matthew turned away and went to his bookshelf. He pulled off a thick volume about the world wars and flipped through the pages.

"Oh fuck I this shit; I hate ghosts." Alfred scrambled towards the door and tried to yank it open with no avail. "Shit! Why won't it open?"

"I locked it." Matthew shrugged, pulling a wad of paper bills from the center of the book.

"Matthew locked it." (Y/n) informed Alfred.

"Mattie please let me out!" Alfred pleaded, looking towards Matthew. He must only see the floating book and money. "You know how much ghosts freak me out!"

"Mhm." Matthew hummed, handing (Y/n) the money. "Put that in your pocket. I'll tell you what to do with it later."

(Y/n) nods and stuffs it into her pocket. She began to approach the door. "H-he's actually here." Alfred stuttered.

(Y/n) glanced down at Alfred who was now curled up in a ball on the floor. "I informed you thusly." She flashed him a small smile and left.