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🇷🇺Oneshot: A Ghost Like Me (Pt. 2)🇺🇸

A/N: Together Forever Part 2. I'm really glad this had majority. Lol, I voted for it cause I knew the next part was gonna be my favorite part!

Well, except the gore from last time.

I had WAY too much fun writing that.

So no voting this time, next I'm going to do the AN0na family crack, and then GerPol Crash and Burn, and then we'll see. 

Um. This might be cringe cause there is A LOT of fluff. Like. A. LOT. And information about the ghost AU here. Yeh. Anyways...

Enjoy!!!

3rd person's POV

"Америка!!!!!!!!!!"

Russia shouted, overjoyed that his plan had worked. He leapt up and gave the dead country a big hug, tears of happiness now streaming down his cheeks.

America grunted in pain. "Ow...Wait...Why does this still hurt so much? Aren't I, like, dead?"

Russia immediately jolted upright, an elated grin still plastered onto his features. "Ah! Right! I'll explain."

America raised an eyebrow, and Russia continued. "So basically, the 'energy'I 'eat' is ectoplasm. You know, gooey haunted stuff like that? Yeah. So, it's spawned by haunted events, like a murder, or even just scuttling around the house being creepy. Graveyards are good sources, so are dark corners. Ooh!! And mirrors! And dark hallways and dungeons and-"

America cut off Russia's tirade with a weak flop of his ghostly arm. "A-and? What d-does this h-have a-anything to d-do with why it s-still f-feels like y-you just stabbed m-me?" America tilted his head quizzingly. "And also, c-can w-we talk about wh-why I'm so dang TIRED right now??"

Russia was not perturbed by this. "I was getting to that part, silly! Anyway, When someone first becomes a ghost, they don't start out with a lot of ectoplasm. They will be as weak as a new born baby. BUT!" Russia added in response to America's miserable expression. "Absorbing some will make you stronger! Right now, you are pretty much a crawling ghost. You can't be seen by others unless they are dead, and pretty much the most 'haunting' you can do is scratching windows or floors."

Russia thought for a second. "Or ringing on doorbells and crawling away. That's pretty fun, I'm not going to lie..."

America groaned and slumped down on the floor. "Aaaauuugh. S-sounds like so m-much work..."

He started in surprise when Russia scooped him up with a grin. "And that's why I'm the one who is going to be doing it all!! And don't worry, the pain will fade away soon."

America started to smile, but it dropped when realization struck him suddenly. "HOLY CRAP!!!" He yelled, trying to squirm out of the Russians grasp. "YOU FRICKING KILLED ME!!!! WHY DO YOU STILL THINK WE CAN BE FRIENDS?!? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?"

Russia didn't seem to notice the wriggling country screaming profanities at him, and his enthusiastic grin never faltered. He slung the furious American over his shoulder, and walked towards the locked library door, picking up the blackened, old fashioned key and twisting it sharply in the lock.

America pounded his fists against Russia's broad backside. "PUT. ME. DOWN. THIS. INSTANT!!!! YOU JEeeEEerrRrrRrK!!!" His voice wavered and cracked on that last word as Russia 'accidentally' bounced him roughly. America sighed and slumped over, resigned to simply watch the darkened halls as they passed by.