(America)

  America floated around the house, just exploring, before heading back over to Russia.

  “Hey Stone fox, do you have roommates?” America asked with a slight tilt of his head, pointing toward a second bedroom door next to Russia's. 

   Russia simply nodded as he put his keys back into his pant pocket.

  America hummed something, beginning to walk around the house just because he felt like walking for once. 

  Russia walked casually into the kitchen, everything being a Samsung or Apple product .

  “Stone fox, I got a few quick questions… First of all, what is this marvelous device and how does it work? Second, what’s your roommate’s name?” America was making it look like he was hugging a microwave, whilst looking seriously at Russia. 

   Russia hummed in response, and pulled out his phone to type 'I'm too tired to explain it, you'll figure it out eventually.'

  America poked his tongue out as he read the message, before exploring the rest of the technology he had never seen before, and then phasing right through it to see how the insides looked, to try and figure out how it worked. 

   Russia grabbed a glass and walked over to the fridge, putting it under the small dispenser, and taking a sip of the water that now filled the glass.

“That’s so cool…” America marveled quietly, as if in awe as he watched it. 

   "It's just water," Russia said quietly, staring at the glass.

  “No, the machine, doofus.” America retorted, right at the same time someone walked into the room, and stopped.

  “Was?” He looked tired, wearing a pair of glasses that hid his eyes, which were red in colour. His gaze flicked between Russia and America, before he walked past them. 

  “You should had said we had guest, Russia.” He said quietly. America squeaked, realizing that this person could see him.

  Russia, being the cheeky bastard he was, wrote on his phone 'I dare you to put your hand on him.' And smirked

  America muttered a curse as he read it, before shaking his head. “Hell nah, Stone fox. Stop bein’ a fry, that ain’t cool.” 

  Germany straightened his glasses, and wore a confused expression. "Russia, why's your friend speaking like he's from the cold war?"

  America huffed and crossed his arms, shooting a glare at Russia. “First of all, you can see me, that’s cool beans. Second of all, it’s because I'm from the cold war.” 

 Germany glanced towards Russia, and gave a straight faced look toward America. "And who would you be?"

  “America DC, nice to meet ya.” America gave Germany a grin, crossing his legs as he casually began to float again. “Also i’m a ghost. That’s cool, right?” 

  Russia face-palmed, "Way to be discrete."

   America shrugged. “Well I can go through walls, and that’s awesome. Don’t ruin my moment, Stone fox. Apart from you he’s the first one to see me.” 

  Germany kept his blank expression, and said, "Russia, I didn't know you were into role play. Great special effects though."

  America sighed, and stared down at the ground, looking disappointed. “If you don’t believe me, that’s fine. But I died in the cold war. I fought against your father, Nazi Germany, with his father, USSR. I know what he was like.” America said in the most serious tone of voice he could muster up. 

  Germany raised his eyebrow, a wave of realisation washed over him, as he ran into his room, and came back with a stack of papers.

   Russia, now mixing his water with vodka, pointed toward the stack of papers. "Whatcha got there, germs?" Russia questioned.

  Germany took an old looking photo out of the papers, and held it up next to the ghostly American. Muttering, "The resemblance is quite uncanny."

  America poked his tongue out, crossing his arms as he casually floated there. “Look, if I was alive, I would be able to not literally go through you, and a wall. But I don’t think you want me to go right through you. What else do I gotta do before you believe you that I am a ghost?” America questioned him, before thinking of something. “Actually… you could stab me? It’d go right through me, and prove I’m dead.”

  America hummed as he thought that over, crossing his arms and poking his tongue out in the slightest as he did.

    “Yeah, seems fool-proof enough. I’m not gonna die from being stabbed if i’m already dead.” America finally concluded, looking back to Germany, to see what he thought of the idea. He glanced at Russia as well, to see him taking a sip of his vodka-water, and looking like he really couldn’t care less if America got stabbed. 

   Germany walked over to the cabinet off the left side of Russia, and pulled out a butter knife, "alright, if I stab you, I won't be charged with murder, right?" Germany questioned.

   America shrugged. “I don’t know your modern laws, but it should just go right through me, so I don’t think you’ll get in any trouble, regarding The Man.” America said, standing upright and facing Germany. 

   Germany, pushed up his glasses, ignoring the fact that he had no idea who 'the man' was, and twirled the knife in his hand before charging at America. Landing a hard blow to America's shoulder. The blade just passed through the ghostly figure like air.

   America shuddered, clearly feeling it but ending up uninjured. “See? I’m dead already! You can’t kill me or hurt me. Actually…” America trailed off, trying to put his hand through his chest, to see if it would work. It didn’t. 

   Germany, pulled the knife back, first looking confused, realized the figure of what once was the American was right. "Hm. Can you answer a few questions?"

   America shrugged. “Sure, why not? Don’t have anyone else to talk to.” 

   Russia, clearly a little tipsy, shouted "that hurt."

   America grinned. “Eh, you do you, Stone fox.” 

  Russia smirked in response, and sat down on a nearby chair, watching Germany pull out more papers from the large stack.

  "So, what's the last thing you remember?" He said, straightening his glasses as if asking his questions would have pushed them down.

  America frowned slightly, looking down. “Well, it gets kinda fuzzy near the end of 1978… but it was during the Cold War. It was definitely after USSR and I separated Korea, though… I think they were still fighting at that point? I’m not sure… Like I said, everything’s a bit fuzzy.” 

  Germany, satisfied for the most part in that question, moved on "do you know why you're here?"

  “He put a coin in my grave.” America pointed towards Russia, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket. 

   Germany carefully took the paper, and read it over. "And why was there a coin shoot on your grave?"

  “Well, I dunno. I asked that, when I died, someone put ‘You died. Play again?’ on my grave, and I guess they just took it an extra step.” America shrugged. He didn’t really know why there was a coin slot on his gravestone. 

   Germany pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, then turned to the half drunk Russian, "when did we have the meeting again? Noon?"

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