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England stood awkwardly at America's door; he kept shifting and looking around. It was one in the morning and he was the only living soul that was to be seen inside the vast property that surrounded him. The house was old but was updated to modern times but still held its age. The house was one of the oldest in the states, it was perfectly restored on the outside showing its owner remembered its history.

"Why did I even bother, I 'm an idiot to think that there was something wrong" He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. " might as well head on home."

Turning he went back to his rented car wondering about the dream he had that made him leave his bed. A scream tore its way from the house, the hair on the back of England's neck rose on hearing the sound of terror. He spun around and looked at the house with wide eyes, a crash soon followed and England was running towards the door. In his haste he properly would have broken the door down if it was not unlocked.

"America!" England yelled, only silence answered him.

Crossing the front foyer he headed for the stairs, quickly but quietly he made his way up them. At the top he froze when a bump came from down the hall, carefully he pulled his pistol from its holster. With further caution he went towards the opened door at the end of the hall. Thinking from when he use to live here he knew it was the room that America use to sleep in. Looking into the room he saw it was still in use, a pile of clothes lied on the floor and the bed was messed up. Judging the clothes he figured America was still using the room.

"Wouldn't America move to the master bedroom after he gained control of the house?" England mumbled, holstering the gun but not clipping it in place.

He entered the room and looked around looking for its occupant. The room seemed to be empty of anyone but himself, a hole in the wall across from the bed caught his attention. A broken lamp was on the floor, its cord mangled like it was yanked from the wall. Turning from the wall he looked at the bed, the blanket was a quilt that had colors of Red, White, and Blue. England couldn't tell for sure what the designs were but he could tell it was finely made, the blankets were all pulled to one side giving the impression that who ever was sleeping ether got out in a hurry or fell out of the bed. England was about to leave the room and look for America when a small sound barely audible came from the other side of the bed. Going around the bed England saw something that tightened his heart, America was curled between the bed and night stand that was against the wall. His hair was a wild mess which was expected if he just woke up, but his head was buried in his knees. Silent sobs were making the teen's shoulder shake; his skin was pale and covered in sweat. Now that he was closer he could hear America breathing fast and heavy. England stared at the younger nation, one part of him felt like he should try to comfort the nation but another felt like he should leave. The comfort was stronger but his body was frozen in place, struggling once again England managed to call out.

"America?"

Hello I know its a short chapter but it was really annoying just having it sitting there and Spain is being a blockhead so I switched America and England. I ony have this part written out but I have a lot more in my head just need to get it down on paper. I know Canada will appear in later chapters of this, hopefully my friend wont think I hate England after reading this. I feel kinda bad making him the villan and such in my other I don't hate English I may fight with one all the time but she is my best friend and I have a excuse I'm French. Yeah note to those who know me never intrude in our arguments you will have your head knocked off. Also if you have already read this I am doing corrections so somethings are rewritten, just thought I should tell you so you don't think your going crazy.

Adios Black Kaitou.