There was an accident. Arthur started falling apart, denying at first, then blaming. He didn't want to believe that his other half was gone. He was so alive just that morning. A friend stays to comfort the breaking Brit. After a week of crying himself to sleep in his empty room, he feels somehow comforted. A few weeks later, once he's finally beginning to heal, odd occurrences begin around his once shared home. At first, he thinks it's a prank or some odd way to cheer him up by breaking his property, but later finds out that no one is pranking him after a once-dead voice whispers his name... I do not own Hetalia or the characters used in this story.