China banged on Russia's door. He knew something was wrong he had cold the other country almost six times with no answer. Someone always answered. It was impossible that none of Russia's household servants hadn't answered the phone. Lithuania was always near; hanging around Russia like a shadow. China shook off the feeling in the pit of his stomach at that thought. China didn't like Russia, not really. It was just convenient to be allies. Just ours, that's what China had told his boss and Russia several times.
"Ivan let me into this damn house aru!" China shouted hammering on the door even harder. He somehow knew in his gut that something was off. Russia was supposed to meet up with China and China's boss. The other country had never been absent before. Without fail Russia had stood waiting with that menacing rusty pipe. This time though, China had waited for minutes, which had turned into hours, and no one had showed up. That was when he called the house only to get no answer. After calling back several times China had decided to heck with it and came over here.
When China arrived at the house all the lights were off and an eerie silence had fallen over the house. Now no one was answering the door. China made a decision quickly, before really thinking it over. He threw his shoulder up against the door as hard as he could. If he had stopped to think about it too much, he would have second guessed himself. Breaking into Russia's house was normally really not a good idea, but today was not normal.
China was surprised when the door gave on his second try. The lock busted off and China nearly fell to the ground as the door swung open. The house was silent and dark on the inside just like the outside. As China made his way into the house the sound of his own footsteps reverberated of the entrance hall's walls. From what he could tell nothing was out of place. The entrance led into a long hallway with several closed doors. these were mainly where Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia stayed. China also knew that there was a bathroom and an entrance to the basement off of this hallway. He had been in the basement a few times and those were not exactly pleasant memories.
Beyond the hallway there was a drawing room. It was empty as China peeked inside. The desks at abandoned, still covered by papers and a few open books. The furniture looked strikingly untouched in contrast. China considered this for a second, but then realized with a dry laugh that Russia would never entertain any of his guests in the drawing room. He just wasn't that type of person. China moved on to the downstairs; he passed through a living room that was almost too plain and simple. White couches and wooden end tables sat there completely free of dust. The whole thing felt very sterile. It just added to the overall feeling of cold this place had.
China Dan made his way into the kitchen. It was large and mostly cast iron, granite counter tops were polished to perfection. Then he noticed an oddity. There were a couple of broken glasses on the glorious counter top. It was not surprising that there was broken glass; Russia had a very bad temper just under his coat exterior. Once he had broken a bottle over a worker's head just for looking at him the wrong way. What was strange was that the glass was still there. Surely one of the house servants would have cleaned up the mess. As China walked further into the kitchen, shards of glass crunched under his shoes.
"What the hell," China murmured as he stared at the decimated glassware and shattered plates. China hadn't seen it when he first turned the corner, but there was along the back wall of the kitchen. The cabinet doors were flung open and every dish or fancy wine glasses were missing. The glassware was shattered across the floor and the fine china was smashed against the far wall. Pieces of the broken plates were gathered a t the bottom of the wall; the jagged broken edges creating a dangerous landscape.
Something was definitely wrong here. Where was everybody? China wanted to find Russian now. He knew that something had happened and he was worried. 'And why am I worried about Russia? Seriously what has he ever done for me? China shook the questions from his mind this was about being concerned for a fellow nation, nothing else.
"Russia?! Where are you?" China decided to go upstairs. He climbed the large spiral staircase and reached the second floor as a huge crash sounded down the hall. How did I miss that? China wondered. He made his way down the lonely hallway; it was eerie quiet after the thunderous sound from earlier. China found himself in front of a door he knew well. It was normally sealed shut with a lock. He has asked Latvia about it once but he had just brushed it off. As he entered through the flung open door, he now saw that it was a greenhouse. It was a legit greenhouse with huge windows to let in sunlight and artificial heat lamps. The only thing missing were the plants. Where the plants should have been were now bear shelving and empty planters pots. As he looked to the ground he found the missing flowers.
There were hundreds of dead sunflowers littering the floor. Some of the flowers had been ripped from their stems. Others were missing their wilted petals; which had been violently torn out. The shriveled remains sprinkled across the floor like rotten snow. In the middle if the china found the metal pipe. It looked out of placed in the dim lighting, but added to the discontinuity of the situations. Especially when he noticed the bright red blood on the tip of the curved pipe. It was fresh blood. It could be anybody's but it surely was not a good sign.