Have you ever written a love letter but never given it to that special someone all because you thought they hated you?... Then again maybe not, I guess most people don't even write love letters anymore… I guess I'm just old-fashioned.

As all things start it started fairly normally. There had been stories in Norwich of an abandoned house on the coast. With the erosion of the coast over the years the house was dangerously close to falling into the sea below it. People said that the house had belonged to a very rich man but had been boarded up years ago with all it treasures still inside it. No-one had tried to go into the house though because it was said that if you even entered you would die within it and never be found, so everyone kept away.

They still did now, with the building now almost leaning over the edge of the coast's cliffs. That doesn't stop me doing my job though. No-one lived in the house so it could fall, but the items inside were said to be from 1783. Of course that brought up that day again but the museums wouldn't stop bothering me about these artefacts and eventually I was forced to go. I'm supposed to be a country, damn it! Not a repo man!

The only thing that made it worse was that idiot America deciding to visit. Of course he wouldn't leave me alone when he heard about the haunted house I was going into. So in the end I ended up bringing him along.

The weather was cloudy but it hadn't rained.

"Hah ha! Come on England I want to get there before I'm old!"

"Shut up… you… wanker" I gasped as I followed behind America who was running from the inland to the coast.

I wasn't as young as I used to be, then again does a country have an age? Eventually we got to our destination, the house definitely looked like it was from the late 1700's it had an overall grand look to it, or it would have if the paint hadn't discoloured and come completely off in some places. It was surprisingly small, more a shack than a house.

"Looks like a dump!" America said in his overly cheery, and annoying, tone.

"Hey! That's my expert architecture you're talking about!"

America made a 'pfft' sound.

"You wanker! This isn't supposed to be funny! We have a job to do!"

"Ok, ok" America said, still smiling at me. He always smiled. "well we better do this quick, look"

I looked and saw for once the idiot was right, the house was slightly tilted and part of it was leaning out in the air, threatening to fall to the pitiful beach below.

"Right… Let's get this done… and be careful!" But America had already run up to the boarded up front door and had started pulling them off with his almost extraordinary strength. He didn't seem to care about the damage the rough tearing would cause to the building. "Hey! Be careful!" I shouted, running up to the front door just as America had finished tearing off the last board.

"There! Done!" he said, laughing and then pulling open the old oak door.

Inside the house everything seemed a lot more normal looking. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust but, besides that, all the items inside seemed in great condition. The walls were covered with old, and some famous, paintings. Other items such as rifles, flags, uniforms and various maps were placed in piles and lines along the corridor. It looked like something you would see in a wealthy Commander's house.

"Oh… I thought it would be more exciting than this…" America said in a very openly disappointed tone.

"I told you not to come! Idiot!" I said and then walked inside, the dust partly chocking me as my footstep's disturbed its slumber. A shiver ran up my spine as I walked deeper into the house, though that was probably just bad memories.

There was furniture in the house as well, all grand and ornate looking, ranging from chairs to tables to cupboards with various trinkets in them.

"Come on" I said, sensing the work ahead of us and the limited time we had to do it in.

So the hours passed with me and America carrying many of the items inside the house out of it and onto the grass outside where it would be collected later on. Partway through, and most of the big items gone later, me and America decided to split up so that we could get the items out quicker.

Part of me wishes we had never made that choice.