Chapter 1
England was busy preparing for the upcoming World Meeting that will be held in his place next week. Papers, papers, papers, everywhere. They were strewn on his study desk which sometimes confuses him if his doing it right or wrong. When he finally had a moment to relax, his phone vibrated on his desk, with a short groan he picked his phone. It was from America. England furrowed his eyebrows enigmatically and pressed the answer button on his screen.
"What's your problem idiot?" He asked, miffed.
"Hey, England, Can I go and visit your place, I'm kinda bored here you know."
"Idiot, I told you before that you can't visit my place for awhile. I'm busy here preparing for the World meeting."
"Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that, haha. No choice then, good luck~" then America hanged his phone. England sighed in exasperation as he leaned his back against the chair and relaxed his head on it. He was tired organizing the documents and plans but he was a Great Empire so this mere works won't affect him at all. Just tired.
Few minutes later, he noticed tiny little orbs were floating in front of him in different colors. It was his fays.
"Hey England, how are you doing?" The fay with long blonde hair asked as she hopped on England's left shoulder.
"Oh, it was you guys" England smiled to his fays. "I'm doing fine just tired"
"You don't need to push yourself too hard you know." another fay a with short brunette reminded.
"Yeah, I know, thanks."
A moment later, their attention went to the door after hearing several knocks from it. They gaze one other in perplex. England's thought for few seconds wondering if he ever invited someone today but he was sure he didn't. He even didn't allow America to visit his place today because he was busy. Again, several knocks were heard from the door but stronger than the first. England became alert and warily went towards the door as he twisted the door knob feebly. Slowly, he opened the door and was surprised who was standing in front of him.
"Who are you...?"
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Scotland and Wales arrived in England's mansion and were already standing in front of his entrance door. They always gather in England's place to give their final reports and documents about their area three days before the World Meeting.
Scotland jiggled the door knocker, expecting that his brother will open the door soon but after waiting for several minutes, there was no sign of opening. The two older brothers scowled in incredulity then Scotland hit the door knocker harder but there was no sign of opening again.
"What the hell is wrong with England?" Scotland asked Wales indignantly. Wales shrugged his shoulders.
"How do I suppose to know that?" he sighed "Let's use his spare key and open the door." Scotland nodded in agreement. Wales and Scotland knew where the spare key is located, under the pot of the first flower next to the door.
As Wales got the key, he inserted it to the deadbolt and twisted it, hearing a short 'click' afterwards. Wales pull the door lever down and opened the door.
"Hey, England, we're bloody here already." he bleated.
No answer
"What kind of hostile attitude is he showing to us?" Scotland crossed his arms in disbelief.
"Let's go to his study room, probably he is sleeping on his desk, just like the previous meeting." Wales said. The two elder brothers stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor. When they arrived, they noticed the door was ajar, giving an eerie feeling to the brothers. They also just noticed that the mansion was unusually silent. Creepy silence.
Wales and Scotland looked each other, puzzled. The two approached the door then Scotland warily pulled the door knob, "Hey, England we're-" his words trailed off, when both brothers saw a deplorable spectacle of the room. The document papers were scattered everywhere, shattered vase, sofas and tables were in mess. Their faces turned grim.
"Bloody hell..."
"What happened here?!"
Scotland and Wales ventured in, investigating the room. Wales saw a knight's sword was abruptly lying on the floor. He cocked his head in wonder until Scotland called his name.
"Hey Wales, come over here." Scotland was kneeling between the low-table and sofa that were roughly turned over in mess. Wales went over to his elder brother and leaned his body forward. Immediately, his face turned grim.
"B-blood?!" he stammered.
"Probably to England..."