Yup… This is my first post! I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia; if I did, it wouldn't be nearly as amazing as it is x3 R&R?
"England's at the store… I have like 20 minutes alone… I know exactly what to do!" America shouts, sliding off the couch and landing on the hardwood floor with an echoing thump. He runs down the hallway, pumping his short little arms for extra speed. He slides to a stop, and stares at the closed door leading into England's bedroom.
Now America, don't go into my room unless you have permission, got it? America could just hear his big brother's voice in the back of his head.
"No. I'm going to do this." He says, his still somewhat pudgy hands clenching into fists. Summoning all his courage, he reaches up and turns the doorknob. America pushes on the door, and it swings open to reveal a perfectly organized bedroom. No, more than perfect; it was OCD like.
America's bright blue eyes wide admiration, he takes the step into England's room. "I gotta find it…" he murmurs to himself and sets to work. He looks on the bookshelves, moving aside each novel and history book and dictionary. He looked under England's bed – which didn't even have a stray sock under it. He looked on the bed, and even under his pillows, but there was no sign of his prize.
With a tiny huff, America crosses his arms and pouts. "I'll never find it… I'm running out of time!" after that last squeal, he sets out again. This time, he looks in every drawer he sees. He reaches England's dresser and opens each drawer, peering into their organized depths.
"He's probably hiding it in here!" he exclaims. His fingers grab hold of the first article of clothing he finds- and flings it backward over his head. And again. And again. When he had emptied that drawer, he moves on to the next one.
In the process of sending one of England's perfectly folded green sweater-vests for a flight across the room, his eyes land on what he's been searching for. He throws everything else out of the drawer and picks up the box.
Carefully taking off the lid, his eyes full out glitter, and a grin spreads across his face as he picks up the wand. He waves it around a little bit, letting out little squeals of excitement. He then picks up the book, opens to a random page, and begins to sound out the words when-
"America?" England shouts while standing in the doorway. The grocery bags that had once been in his hands lay at his feet while he stares in shock and rising fury at his destroyed bedroom… and America with his magic set.