Huffing, Arthur pulled out a heavy wooden chest, such as the treasure chests of old looked like. He pulled a key from his necklace and ran his hands over the side to find the keyhole. Finding it, he shoved the key into the rusty lock, turning it with a little effort. The lid of the chest fell back with a crash to reveal not treasure, but old weapons. 'There you are' he murmured as he gently picked up the sword, running it over his hands. He stood up, kicking some debris back and took a practice swing. 'Now I'm armed again' he said and grinned.
America walked through the house, worried. Arthur had got into a fight with Spain, a bad one, and stormed out angry, so he wanted to make sure he was okay. "ENGLAAAAND?" He called out, looking around.
Arthur tensed, hearing his name being called. He quickly bent over to get his pistol and ammunition. He fumbled through the contents of the box trying to find his hat, chucking things out onto the now crowded floor behind him, but to no avail. He kicked the box in annoyance. Hearing the noise, America darted to the room England was in and gasped. "Iggy! Bro! You okay? I haven't seen you two fight like that since you we-omg why do you have those?" His eyes widened, looking at the weapons.
In one deft move Arthur darted forward and slammed America against the wall, sword at his throat. 'Who are you and how do know my name? Speak up before I slice you in two' He snarled, his eyes completely cold with no glimmer of recognition.
America grunted from being pushed, and his breath came quickly as from the sudden shock. "Dude! I-It's me! America! A-Alfred!" He looked terrified.
Arthur's eyes narrowed. 'I know not of any "America"' he said, tilting his head slightly. He regarded the man with distaste. 'What are you, a spy? A thief?' He asked sharply.
"Gah- No! I'm y-your bro! Y-your friend! You dont r-remember me?!" He began to think as to why he didn't remember him, and what exactly caused England to be like this.
A smile tugged at the corner of Arthur's mouth but there was no warmth in it. 'Friend eh? I have no friends' he said, drawing back slightly to get a better look at him. 'Hm for lies i should run you through...maybe I should cut out your tongue for your insolence' he mused, bringing the sword up to America's face.
America gulped, shaking. "H-HOW ABOUT I CALL SPAIN INSTEAD!" He said nervously.
At the mention of Spain, England suddenly grew very centered. 'You know that dog?!' He demanded, narrowing his eyes.
Alfred suddenly forcibly pushed the other away, running out, and pulling out his phone. Arthur stumbled back but quickly regained balance. Alfred slid under tables, jumped over chairs, and did just about everything he could to not let the other catch him. "SPAIN! BE PISSED ALL YOU WANT BUT THE OLD MAN SNAPPED AND GET HERE NOW!" He yelled into the phone as soon as Antonio picked up.
'You can't run from me! You are one of that git's spies aren't you?!' Arthur yelled, giving chase. He darted swiftly after him, elegantly leaping all obstacles in his way, grinning from the thrill of the chase.