Ghost!Hetalia x Reader - Opening Part 1

11-8-2014

I don't have much time... I'm stuck in this room with only my journal, a pen, and some food rations. All I can do is write from the beginning and hope that it'll work. If anyone finds this journal, maybe you can use it to find me.

Please find me. Please.

He's coming for me

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“I found it! I found the perfect house!” (Name) shouted with glee, her cup of lemonade clattering as she set it down. In her excitement, she ran straight to the wireless phone and picked it up, returning to the laptop as quick as she could and sat herself in the padded chair.

Another tab on the site included the owner's information, which also had a phone number attached to the end. (Name) dialed it up and fidgeted around nervously, clicking back to the house tab and grazing over the details before stopping at the price. She had the money to buy a house, of course, but she wondered why this one was so cheap? It was huge, yet at the price of any other one-story house that she had found online.

Before she could think any further on the subject, the phone was answered.

“Hello?” The voice sounded shaky and tired on the other end.

“Oh, uh, hi! Is this...” (Name) took a moment to read the name out on the other tab, “Elizaveta Hedervary?”

“Yes, who is this..?”

“My name is (Full name) and I was looking to make an offer on the house you're selling,” she said, fingers tapping her upper thigh.

“Wha- Really? Hold on-” Elizaveta said, her voice woke up almost immediately upon hearing those words. (Name) could hear some shuffling and a loud crash of something falling on the other end of the line. “Let's work something out in public, just meet me at the house's address with your things!”

“Wait, I can move in that quickly?” (Name) said.

“Of course, when will you be able to come?”

“Tomorrow, I have to get everything loaded up and ready- Thank you! Bye bye,” (Name) said, hanging up after tacking on such a childish farewell.

(Name) put down the phone and squealed in excitement, picking up her cup of apple juice and chugging the rest of it down. She started to run around her apartment and pack her things in to boxes. It didn't take long, seeing as how she didn't have any furniture that was rightfully hers to pack.

Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she lay down that night, dressed in a tank-top and pajama shorts.

'I have a good feeling about this!'

-Time skippadoo-

(Name) hopped out of her fairly new car and on to the sidewalk, clutching the messenger bag filled with journals, notebooks, and writing instruments in her hands excitedly.

She looked around before she spotted a woman standing nervously in front of a fence, looking around quickly and flinching upon sounds. The house behind her looked exactly like it did in the picture, which gave the girl the biggest clue that this was the right person.

“Hello!” (Name) shouted out and jogged towards her, stopping a couple feet away with a big smile plastered on her face. “Elizaveta, right?”

The woman looked up and then gave a grateful smile. She had long brown hair that flowed down her back, and had fair skin, on which were dark bags contrasted and underlined her once sparkling green eyes.

“Yes, yes, that's me! Sorry,” she said, her hands gripped the smooth fabric of her simple black dress.

“No need to apologize, there's no other offer, right?” (Name) asked and held out a wad of cash to Elizaveta.

“No, no- no other offer, I'm sorry! If you happen to get lost, don't enter any rooms, stay in the hallway until you're able to find the front door. By the way, completely furnished, no need to worry about buying anything.” Elizaveta took the money and stuffed it in a pocket of her dress before bowing her head lightly. “I'm so sorry, sorry...” she mumbled. “Goodbye!”

“Oh, okay! Seeya,” (Name) said, watching the strange woman run off and get in a car before speeding down the street.

(Name) hummed giddily and turned to her car, grabbing some of the cardboard boxes from the back seat and walking inside to put them down by the front door. She continued this until all the boxes were inside and tucked neatly in to a corner.

The air smelled a bit musky and thick, bits of dust floated around. A window stood near the front door, the sun shining in and lighting up the wooden floor in front of (Name). The walls looked to be painted red, and some specific rooms had clean and dark wallpaper filled with designs that she couldn't identify. A carpeted staircase was located near the front as well, while the hallways twisted around the house like a maze.

'I think I'll start with mapping this place out, Elizaveta never even gave me a tour of the front yard, let alone the inside...' she thought, pulling out one of her journals and opening it to the first page, clean and crisp.

As she walked around, she used a small pencil to draw out the hallways and rooms, yet let them stay unlabeled until she had a chance to explore and identify them further.

A rhythmic breathing sound followed her as she went, but she paid no mind to it as she brought some of the boxes filled with clothes and necessities up to one of the bedrooms. She decided to take the master bedroom, the largest in the house, fit with a hallway full of closets that led to the bathroom, and another section that was unfurnished. She was the owner now, of course.

(Name) sighed quietly, the breath appearing in a light puff through the chilly air; she'd have to find a heater later. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach, but she passed it off as being lonely.

'Maybe I'll go explore some more.'

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11-8-2014

I'm not okay.