A/N: Dear fans who have been eagerly awaiting for updates for my other stories,

Please let me indulge in one of my yaoi fantasies. I'm doomed to impersonate a mathematician and won't have free time until at least after July 30.

I will, however, post this first chapter so the plot wouldn't slip from my mind.

Enjoy ;D

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA, PRINGLES, DORITOS, COKE, MARVEL, OR DC COMICS.

I WISH I OWNED ALFRED F. JONES, ARTHUR KIRKLAND, AND GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT THOUGH #runcry

"See ya, Kiku!" Alfred F. Jones yelled, waving energetically at the Japanese man, who was walking away, also waving. The American closed the door to his house and looked around sadly, a hand mussing up his blond hair.

The house seemed a lot quieter without Kiku around, and that didn't even make any sense, since Kiku would only talk when being addressed to directly. Alfred resigned himself to watch TV, plopping down the sagging sofa, one hand cradling a can of Coke while the other fished for Doritos and Pringles.

After fifteen minutes of flicking through the same channels 34 times, he sighed in frustration. "I'm bored!" he announced to the empty household, throwing a pillow at the stack of Marvel and DC comics.

Thud.

Alfred's ears perked up. As far as he could remember, he bought NO comic book that sounded so… wooden.

He blinked, his sky-blue eyes full of inquisition as he crouched down to the messed up pile of comics, searching for whatever made that alien noise.

"What the…"

Alfred held up a neatly wrapped present, the wrapping paper shining in the light. It was blue-and-red checkered, and on top was a yellow ribbon. There was a sticky note on top, which the American read eagerly.

"Dear Alfred,

I thought you'd be bored for the first fifteen minutes I'm gone, so I left a little something for you. It's a Ouija board. Have fun! (But not too much.)

-Kiku

P.S. Invite someone over. You'll need it."

"That's not even remotely scary at all, Kiku," he muttered sarcastically under his breath. Alfred sighed, shrugged, and peeled the paper off, smiling. Well, at least he had something to do now.

A wooden board fell to his lap. It was painted a dark violet, and intricate symbols were etched on it and painted with white. There was a sun on the upper left of the board, a moon on the upper right, a big "Yes" and "No" below the sun and moon, the whole alphabet and the letters 1-9. Below the numbers were the two words "Good bye". There was also a heart-shaped wooden piece with a hole in the middle. Alfred searched around for the term Kiku told him about it, and finally settled for "planchette".

The American's excitement quickly faded. That's all?

"Well, I better invite someone," he whispered, reaching over to unplug the phone he was charging on the nearby outlet before making a call. "Christ knows, how boring it is to play a board game by yourself… It's like trying to cheat and outsmart yourself in Monopoly."

He sped through the contact list, muttering under his breath.

Ludwig Beilschmidt

"Like hell I'm inviting him over," he muttered, shivering. He continued on.

Feliciano Vargas

"I can't cook pasta for him."

Yao Wang

"He'll build a Chinatown in my living room again." He grimaced as the recollection of the LAST time that happened.

Francis Bonnefoy

"Why do I even have frog's number, anyway?" Alfred shrieked.

Ivan Braginsky

"No. Just. No."

Matthew Williams

"…Matt has a phone?"

Arthur Kirkland

Alfred stared at the name in silence, then sighed as he pressed "Call".

"Hullo?" Arthur Kirkland answered, holding his phone to his ear gingerly. His other hand raised his cup of tea to his lips.

"IGGY! YOU GOTTA COME!" Arthur paled as he recognized the voice on the other end. He almost forgot to berate the person for his poor grammar. Almost.

"Alfred? What happened?" The brit suddenly stood up, his hands shaking. "Is it Ivan? Ludwig? Francis?"

"Iggy! IGGY! COME QUICK!" Alfred's voice rose higher, and Arthur cringed.

"Answer me, goddammit!"

There was no answer.

"Alfred? ALFRED!"

But too late. The only thing Arthur could hear was the sound of his cellphone signaling that the call had been disconnected. Cursing, he packed his things and flew out the door.

A/N: I never intended it to be this dramatic *rolls her eyes* Really...

Well, tell me what you think? Please?