(Russia)

   Russia stared at the tree for a moment, not sure if what he had just seen was real, his face shone with so many emotions and questions at once, his eyes wide with fear, and confusion.

    He put his back against the tree, the jagged wood brushing up on the soft surface of Russia's dark hoodie. He put his hand on the edge of the hard tree, and peeked around to see a ghostly figure sitting on the gravestone which read 'Play Again?'. The figure was passing his hand through the grass in which surrounded the headstone.

   Russia felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he ducked back around behind the tree, he felt bad, even though he hadn't said anything to the spirit. 

   Russia came to the conclusion that he should try to talk to the apparition, the ghostly figure looked lonely and the Russian felt a connection to it.

  So Russia, despite his fears, pulled himself up and began walking towards the transparent figure. The Russian reached the male ghost, sweating and fearful, he waved with one of his hands. The other still planted firmly in the pocket of his black sweatshirt.

  "H-Hello com-comrade"

(America)

   America raised his brows at him, before sighing and standing upright. 

“You’re talking Jive. Take a chill-pill.” America said casually, his hands resting in the pockets of his denim jacket. 

 Russia had a puzzled look on his face, his eyebrow rose as he questioned "what does that mean..?"

America sighed, looking down for a moment before trying to explain what he meant.
“Obviously not in the ‘70s anymore, right… ‘talking Jive’ means you’re talking nonsense, and ‘take a chill-pill’ means you need to calm the heck down.” America hoped his explanation made sense, as he sort-of shrugged and looked down awkwardly.

  Russia lowered his eyebrows in a form of understanding "oh, alright."

   “Thought you were terrified of me, Stone fox. Why’re you talking to me now?” America asked, tilting his head subtly at Russia. After a moment he stopped doing that, maybe that was the reason why Russia was scared of him? Or perhaps it was his voice?

    " l- nevermind, I felt bad just leaving you" Russia stated, looking down.

   “Soooo, completely random question, but what year is it? How long have I been six feet under, pushing up daisies?” America asked, leaning back against his gravestone, before successfully falling directly through it and onto the ground. He let out a quiet ‘oof’, before sitting upright. 

    Russia lightly chuckled at America's aloofness, and stated bluntly "it's 2020, at least last I checked"

    America slowly nodded, standing up again.
“That’s, what, 41… I’ve been dead 41 years. Jeez, that’s a while.” America let loose a breath, crossing his arms as he thought it over. “Jeez, I wonder what happened to the Toads?”

  "Umm" Russia was wearing a confused expression, "Frogs are fine, they're safe..?"

“Toads means parents. Get with the program, man!” America sighed and threw his hands in the air, before finally noticing how long his hair had gotten. It went down to his shoulders, and America now seemed fascinated by it.

“That is new. Huh.”

  "Oh. Yes, that makes more sense." Russia said, his expression relaxing.

  America shrugged and turned back to Russia.

  “Oh! I didn’t introduce myself so i should do that. I’m America, I died in 1978, and you put a coin in my gravestone and now I’m here with a new side-quest! So yes. What about you?” America had a curious look in his eyes, which were a pale blue in colour.

  Russia, again questioning his life choices, looked at the American. "Russia Soviet. I'm not sure what 'side quest' means but I'm just here to visit my father."

  “Oh, USSR, right? I worked with him for a bit during World War II! And then I think he’s the reason i’m dead now, I can’t remember…” America trailed off, frowning slightly as he thought it over. “Oh, and the side-quest was just something that I ‘woke up’ to. I gotta help someone. But eh, I can do it some other time.” America shrugged, snapping himself out of the thinking phase he had just gone through. 

  Russia looked questioning at America, his eyes shone under the rising sun, which surrounded the two. "You worked with my папа"? 

 “Well, yeah. He joined the Allies in the war, and then we defeated Germany and all. And then there was the cold war… when did that end?” America sighed. “Sorry, my memory’s getting fuzzy close to when I died. I can’t remember it all.”

  "That's fair, you were just kicking up dirt about five minutes ago." Russia said, looking at the gravestone in which the ghost was standing next to.

  “Actually, I phased right through the dirt. No kicking involved.” America said, shoving his hands back in his pockets. “Y’know, like this.” America, to demonstrate what he meant, fell backwards, and right through the ground. He then came back up, right behind Russia.

  “Boo!” 

  Russia looked at America blankly, and sighed "Kicking up dirt is an expression used to convey that a person is no longer alive."

  America sighed. “Your modern slang sucks. I like the stuff from the ‘70s better. Y’know, if I knew you in the ‘70s, I reckon you’d be a Space cadet. Or maybe even a Stella… I can’t see you boogieing, actually. Space cadet fits you well.” America stood upright again, his gaze narrowed as he thought it over.

  Russia smirked, remembering a few lines in which his dad has taught him from the 70's. "At least I'm not a spaz"

   America gasped, faking offence. “Take it back, Stone fox! I refuse to be called a spaz!” 

  "I still have no idea what 'stone fox' is, but it sounds kinda cool, honestly." Russia said, tilting his head up a bit.

   America smiled slightly. “That’ll be my secret for now. Anyways, where are you going after this? I have no clue who can see me or what-not, and I have no idea where I am, so I'm just gonna casually follow you around. That's cool?”

  "Yep. Not creepy like at all." Russia smirked slightly.

  America blinked, clearly confused. “I don’t know what that means. Anyways let’s go!” America bounced slightly, obviously excited to finally leave the graveyard. It was a depressing sight, after all.

    Russia, being the loyal son he was, stated

"Hold on, I've still got to check my father for a moment."

    America nodded, following after Russia as he walked down the gravel path and to USSR’s gravestone. America hung back as Russia did his thing, though, not wanting to intrude.

   Russia hummed a song, and America joined in, Russia smirked as he walked down the overgrown path, America floating behind.

A/N
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Finsko did such a good job on America tho..

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