A/N: In honor of Halloween.

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When the plane landed in Hong Kong the next morning, loads of people had already gathered outside of China's home. Most of them were government officials, but there were a few other nations there as well.

"Son of a bitch!" Denmark heard someone shout as he pushed past the crowd to the door.

"England?" Prussia asked.

"Who else, you dolt?" England said, rather irritated not only by the fact that he had to deal with some of the rowdier European nations that early in the morning, but also that a paparazzo had spilled coffee on his suit.

"I dunno, Ireland?" Denmark said. "What are you doing here anyway?"

England groaned. "Don't even mention Ireland. I'm here to see Hong Kong- I happen to be his-"

"Baby-daddy, uh-huh. Everybody knows." Prussia said hastily.

"Alright, and what are you doing here? You're not still serious about a ghost doing this, are you? I've asked the faeries, and they say there's not a ghost or ghoul out of place."

Denmark and Prussia looked at each other and then at the ground. Being told you're imagining a ghost by the same guy who thinks a horrible storm will hit if he doesn't wear the proper socks on Tuesday hurts.

"Iceland's here to see Hong Kong and I had to come because I'm babysitting. Only reason I came." Denmark lied.

"And Prussia, what about you? Why are you here?" England asked.

"Have you seen Hong Kong and Iceland make-out before?"

. . .

In a strict contrast to the noise level in the front-yard, the inside of China's home was silent, aside from a tea kettle whistling.

Hong Kong was situated in China's den, where all the curtains had been drawn closed, completely darkening the room.

Prussia, Denmark, and Iceland walked in slowly, but as soon as the whites of Hong Kong's eyes became visible, Iceland ran to him.

"Hong Kong! Are you alright?" he asked frantically.

Prussia walked up behind them. "Oh, Hong Kong! Will your hands in any way intervene with our making out—"

"Hey!" Iceland and Hong Kong shouted.

Denmark grabbed one of Hong Kong's hands and pulled them closer to him.

"That's definitely paranormal. No doubt about it."

"Of course it is!" China said sharply as he walked into the room, closely followed by England. "Korea could've told you that!"

England rolled his eyes. "You only think it's paranormal because you watch so many horror films, China."

Hong Kong groaned. "Could you please stop arguing? I have a really bad headache."

Prussia's face lit up and he pulled a flask from his jacket pocket. "Here, this'll cure any ailment you got." He handed Hong Kong the flask. Hong Kong gingerly opened it and examined its contents.

"Eck, this is beer!"

"From a headache to paranormally damaged hands. Cures anything" Prussia said proudly.

Hong Kong gave it back to Prussia, who took it back enthusiastically. "More for me…"

China began to usher The Investigators and Iceland from the room when Hong Kong let out a painful shriek. He began clawing the bandages off his hands, ripping more of his skin as he did so.

China ran to him alongside England. "Hong Kong! What's wrong, aru?" China asked frantically. "Hong Kong, can you hear me?"

Hong Kong's head lolled back, revealing his eyes, which were a shade of crimson to challenge Prussia's. England grabbed Prussia's flask and poured the cool liquid over Hong Kong's face.

"Snap out of it, boy!"

Hong Kong's body went rigid. He then collapsed onto China, who was crying.

"What was that?" Iceland asked, visibly shaken.

"I don't know." England said. "He appeared to be possessed by something."

"Maybe it was the ghost?" Denmark said.

England looked at him, and then back at Hong Kong. "Maybe."

. . .

Denmark, Prussia, and Iceland sat around a table at the bar.

"I think we got some valuable information today." Prussia said as he downed his beer.

"Yup." Denmark said as he played with a chicken wing on his plate. He licked the excess sauce off his fingers. "This ghost not only can hurt people, but it's somehow managing to possess them."

Prussia nodded and ordered himself another beer.

Iceland put down his water. "I am even allowed to be here?" he asked.

"Eh." Denmark said as he took a large gulp of beer. "Probably not. But what Norway doesn't know won't kill him."