(Russia)

    He made his way down the narrow, concrete path down the cemetery, the ghostly figure of America trailing behind, both humming a tune as birds chirped from the nearby trees.

   Russia, trying to spark a conversation said, "So, what were the 70's like?"

  “Oh, it was pretty hectic. It was the time where hippies rose, people were boogieing like it was the end of the world, and there was a lot of new culture and music coming into existence.” America smiled slightly to himself. “It was a great time to be around. Although I did get caught by ‘The Man’ a few times, got in trouble quite a bit. But I scratched that off of my bucket list, so it’s all good now.”

    Russia, as if he had planned the timing, said, "Really, nothing randomly explo-" he was cut off by the sound of an explosion, Russia didn't even flinch.

  “Gimme a sec, it could be toxic to your human skin, and I'm already dead. I’ll check it out.” America ran off in that direction to go see what had happened. He was soon out of sight. 

   Russia sighed, random bombs going off were a normal event, he pinched the bridge of his nose and chased after the crazy American.

  “Woahhh, dude you seem unfazed by this. What sort of apocalyptic world do ya live in?” America was crouched down beside a bomb, waving his hand right through it.

  Russia, quite obviously unnerved by seeing America stick his hand through the solid surface, stated "Hm. This graveyard is next to a bomb test site."

  America huffed. “Well, that isn’t very nice of them. Dead people are trying to rest here! Seriously, they’ve disturbed all of these people.” America stood upright and put his hands on his hips. 

  Russia gave America a look and stated bluntly "They are dead. They can't feel things."

  America raised his brows.

    “Well I can feel things. Sort-of. And they’re all complaining about it, so what’re you talking about? They can hear, ya know!” America sighed and shook his head subtly. 

"I- yeah you're insane." Russia, now at a loss for words, said quietly 

  America sighed once again, before shrugging. “Well, I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been dead for as long as I have… I dunno. But seriously, your Dad is standing right over there.” America pointed towards where USSR’s grave was, with a dead-serious look on his face.

   Russia, first stunned, sniffed out a chuckle "Jeez, you've gone crazy."

  America sighed, and crossed his arms. “Have not, Stone fox. But whatever, believe what you wanna believe, I don’t care. Let’s just get outta here.”

  Russia turned to see his father's grave, he gave a two fingered salute and ran to follow the ghostly American.

*

  America hummed to himself as he walked right out of the graveyard, and down the street. Occasionally other countries and blanks walked right through him, which caused America to shudder and stop for a few seconds, but after that he just continued on, looking around with wide eyes.

  The Russian enjoyed seeing America look so surprised by all the modern technology, hiding a laugh every so often.

   Russia glanced at America, and decided it would be fun to mess with the ghosts head, so he pulled out his iPhone eleven and plugged in his ear buds.

  America was immediately at Russia’s side, his eyes wide, and looking like he was trying to muffle a gasp of shock. 

  “Woahhhh… what does that do? It’s better than the donut phone, right?” America asked, referencing the phone that he would’ve used whilst he was still alive. 

   Russia, knowing he would look insane if he started talking to thin air, pulled up his notes app and started writing 'probably'.

  “Cool! And you’re writing on the thingy because you can’t talk with people around, right?” America asked with a slight tilt of his head. He was floating alongside Russia, making it seem like he was leaning on his shoulder. 

  Russia chucked quietly, and typed 'correct.'

  “Neat!” America wandered off somewhere, still close to Russia, to have a look around. This was all relatively new to him, specifically all of the new technology, and fashion choices.

   “Yo, Stone fox, when were denim jackets last fashionable?” America asked randomly. 

  Russia raised his eyebrow, and typed, 'around the 90's, I think.'

  America slowly nodded, going quiet as he thought it over. 

“I wonder if anyone else can see me?” America wondered aloud, purposefully phasing through anyone he saw. No one responded to him, causing America to pout and cross his arms, floating back over to Russia. 

   Russia looked up at America, and back at his phone. 'Are you going to follow me like a stalker, or you going to float through everyone you see?'

  America shrugged, poking his tongue out. “First of all, I’m not a stalker because I asked if i could follow you. And second of all, no one’s reacting so it’s no fun. AND, may I add, It appears that I can only talk to you because you’re the only one who can see me, so who else am I meant to talk to?” America raised his brows, his hands resting on his hips as he looked at Russia. 

  Russia looked at the American blankly, and typed 'fair enough' as he pulled out the keys to his small apartment.

  America just floated right on through the door, going ahead and exploring the apartment. 

   Russia opened the door slowly and quietly, as to not disturb his roommate. Germany.

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