Denmark: *hands Sealand a mug of beer*
Finland: Den, no! He's only 12!
Denmark: oh! *hands Sea two mugs* you are a growing boy
Finland: Den! No!

The funny thing about Tuesday's was that everything always seemed to go wrong. You always wake up thinking that it's going to be a normal day, but then you spill your coffee, get fired from your job, and get called ugly by a cute waitress at your favourite restaurant. I thought you liked me, Louise. Come back!
"Technically we could date as we are now. A relationship doesn't have to be physical." Gilbert theorized.
"True, but you would prefer a physical relationship, wouldn't you?" Matthew was lying on the bed next to Gilbert, head in his arms and eyes looking endearingly at the Prussian.
"Of course. But I wouldn't call that a deal breaker."
"If we did have sex...how would we do it?"
"Obviously you climb on top of me and I jack off like there's no tomorrow."
"You do realize that jerking your pole will set off the heart monitors, right?"
"How do you know?"
"First hand experience. It was the most embarrassing day of my fifteen year old life."
"Wow."
"I'll never live it down. I still hear the doctors joking aboot it."
"That's awful."
"So...uhm...have you ever done it before?"
"It?" Gilbert smirked.
"Yes, it."
"What kind of it?"
"That it..."
"The clown?"
"No! Sex!" Matthew looked cute when he was flustered.
"I just wanted you to say it."
"Perv!"
"Hey...does this count as necrophillia?"
"I hope to god you don't have grave robbing planned."
"I could grave rob your virginity.~"
"Oh fuck no!" Matthew cringed. "If be a skeleton."
"That...gives me a..."
"Oh no."
"A...BONEr."
"Fucking Jesus Murphy Christ."
"You set me up."
"Skeleton puns are so twenty fifteen."
"Then why do they..."
"Oh shit."
"Still rattle my funny bone?"
"I hate you."
"Matt,"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think you could possess people?"
"Probably not. Why?"
"( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)."
"No! Nonononono!"
"Come on!"
"Okay but I'm possessing an elderly man."
"Ew. Gross."
"You asked for it."
"No way!" Gilbert grimaced. He waited for Matthew to reply, or at least giggle, but nothing came.
"Is everything alright?" He turned his head toward Matthew, trying to see what he was doing.
His mouth was moving...but no sounds could be heard.
"Uhm..." This wasn't right. Gilbert could hear himself, he could hear people talking outside, he could hear the soft, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitors.
But not Matthew.
"I can't hear you."
Matthew's mouth continued to move, his face puzzled.
"This better be some kind of sick joke." Gilbert choked out. Matthew shook his head as a response.
"Okay, how about you nod to tell me yes or no?"
The ghost nodded.
"Can you hear yourself?"
A nod.
"Do you think..." Gilbert really didn't want to say it. If he said it out loud then it would become real and that was something he just couldn't risk. But he had to know.
"Do you think...that this ability...being able to see you..." God, this was too hard. "Do you think it's fading"
Matthew nodded and Gilbert's heart broke.
But things were about to get much worse from here.