England watches the game that plays, the game that no-body can see. A game of false identities and lies.
A game that America was winning.
Smiling inside, he plays along; yelling, screaming profanities at the loud blond.
Does anyone notice the difference? Or are they just playing dumb?
A flash of gray in blue, and a hint of brown hidden amid sunny blond snitched on their owner.
Nations follow each other through the door, as England sighs. Another meeting they survived, another chance to keep playing with his pet.
Adjusting his tie, England approaches America. "You git, next time come prepared. Those ideas are crazy and impossible."
Leaning forward slightly, and speaking softer as America tenses. "Check your hair, and don't slip up again. No one noticed it this time, but they might soon enough."
England pulls back with a twisted smile as America nods and retorts, "Those ideas are awesome, old man! Like Me!"
England nods in approval and saunters away. Down the loud and swarming London streets, back to his little home.
A faded door is unlocked and pushed aside, closing to hide the owner from the streets view. England's smile grows wider as he pushes furniture aside to find an almost invisible panel in the wall.
A small sliver, simple key on a necklace from around his neck is placed in the tiny keyhole. Click. England steps inside the hole as the door shuts behind him.
A small windowless room with bare white walls greets him, empty except of him and another figure in chains on a small cot.
England grasps the figure's head to pull it up, his fingers curling into blond hair. England coos softly at the man, voice innocent but words barely concealing a threat "Greet master properly. I had a rough day and you don't want me angry, do you?"
Looking up with dead blue eyes, pale faced from lack of sun America responses "Hello master."