Hetalia X Male Reader Oneshots: Love From Around The World

America x Ghost!M Reader: Love Over Fear

Alfred looked at the large house in front of him, almost frozen in place. His body trembling as he gripped the suitcase handle tightly, his knuckles already white. He swallowed thickly, was this really the place Arthur is letting him rent? This had to be some cruel joke that Alfred found now way funny.

The air around the musty looking house felt thick and heavy, making it hard for the nearly hyperventilating American. A nipping cold biting at his nose, along with the an untold smell. The house was just dark to say the least, the outside dreary and sad. Almost something out of a ghost movie.

The thought made Alfred shiver, closing his eyes momentarily. He took a deep breath before shaking his head, looking back at the house. He put on one of his heroic smiles before marching to the house door. He faltered when his shoes touched the wooden porch, the board groaning angrily. Alfred shutters but forces himself on, soon standing in front of the door.

He was panting, more out of fear then from tiredness as he looked at the door. The paint was chipped off the door, leaving the wood a dark, molded black. Damn... This house was going to need a lot of TLC... A LOT!

Alfred reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the house key. He moved to slip the age stained key into the key hole when the door suddenly clicked open, the American freezing. The door slowly began to creak open, the sharpy noise echoing through the empty house. Alfred wasn't able to contain the girlish scream that escaped his lips.

He whimpered, his legs shaking. He gulped, peering into the darkness of the room. He could tell from where he stood that the house was full of cobs webs, dead bugs and rats. The smell of musk and mod filled his nose, his hand moving to quickly cover his mouth and nose. What a welcoming sight...

After a few minutes of staring into the black abyss, Alfred finally decided to step into the house. The house was quiet, eerily quiet. It was so unsettling. It was like Alfred had stumbled upon a horror movie set. As he sat his bags on the couch he looked around the dim room, visibly seeing the dust floating in the air. He made a face, wondering how Arthur was able to let this house go like this.

"Well... Nothing is going to get done just standing around here!" Alfred said, forcing a small grin on his lips. Ripping a bag open and pulling a speaker out, hr quickly began to blare music before moving around the house, cleaning it up the best he could. Dancing and singing like no one was watching.

He was currently setting up his bedroom, the only room in the house that was actually clean and we'll kept with he found quite odd. At least he didn't have to buy a new bed now like he thought, and though the TV was old it still worked and would last until he had enough money to buy a new one.

Alfred let out a groan as he plopped down on the bed, the springs squealing in protest. The blond American smiled as he stared up at the ceiling. This was it, the new beginning for him. He finally moved out of Arthur's to live on his own... Under Arthur's loose care of course, but he was still out in his own. A young, charismatic twenty year old who is ready to grow up. With a deep sigh Alfred closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep. Not realizing the other person in his room.

If Alfred were to wake and look up, he would find you. You were standing in the doorway, eyes fixated on the dirty blond that was asleep on the bed. Your bed, or what used to be your bed. You frowned, walking over to the large, queen sized bed.

You made no sound as you walked across the wooden floor, almost as if you were gliding across it. The room grew cold, unannounced to you as you were used to the cold, empty loneliness. However you did notice Alfred shiver, rolling over onto his side. You stood beside the bed, furthest away from Alfred as you watched him curiously.