The messy blonde's face was beaded with sweat at the horror of the giant mass in front of him. What was this horrific thing? Rooted into the ground of his cellar, was a quite large, split root tree. It's gnarled branches climbed its way up and connected again at the top. Filling in the gap of the portal was a swirly, misty... gas? The closest substance it seemed to be was gas. This gas was thick, and as dark as the blackest night. This wasn't real, was it? England's state of horror quickly transformed into surprise as he heard a knock at his cellar door.
"Yo, dude, it's America. You left your front door unlocked. Can you get up here?" England thought hastily on what to do, but paused for a second. "If you don't come out of your basement, I'm coming in there!" America's threat darkened England's expression. He wiped his forehead off and snapped at the American through the door, "I'm coming, you git. I just had to put something away." Before touching the doorknob, he looked back at the soundless portal. England put on a convincing scowl, albeit relieved the American is here due to the fact he would've stared at that mesmerizing portal for an eternity if he had not gotten interrupted. Once he opened the door, the British man was now facing the slightly-taller-than-him America.
"What do you even need? I was trying to do something." The Brit growled, closing the door behind him.
America shrugged, "To borrow your car; I need to go to Japan's house."
England sighed angrily, "How did you even get here then?"
"Walking." America responded indifferently, humming a bit, "But walking's boring. I was planning on getting McDonald's there, too."
England was practically seething at this point. "Well I guess you're walking then, because your reasons for needing my car are absolutely idiotic." He growled, and rubbed his temples. "I believe you should go now. Walking to Japan's house might take you a bit."
"C'mon, man," America whined, his mouth turned down in a frown, "I don't want to have to walk to France's house to borrow a car." His voice was a bit pleading, but England refused.
"Absolutely not. Now leave. You weren't welcomed here in the first place." England snapped, his green eyes affixed on America with an annoyed glare.
"Alright, alright, sheesh, can't hurt for a guy to try." America gave in, inching toward the door, worried about angering the Brit any further.
"Don't come back." England growled with finality, and slammed the door after the American slipped out. "Bloody hell..." He grumbled, pressing his fingers to his temples. Since when did he get so easily angered? It's like he cracked once America annoyed him just a pinch. Ignoring it, he made sure the front door was locked this time, and he proceeded to wander back down to the basement, continuing to observe the dangerous portal. Not thinking, he stepped up to it, his footsteps light and barely audible. England reached out his hand and touched the gas-like portal. His hand went through. Was it on the other side? He ignored all cautions and put his head in the portal.