Next chapter. Time for the plan to go into motion. 3
"Hey, Tony. I'm leaving to meet with the President. I'll bring back dinner. Is McDonald's okay." America called to Tony from the front door of his house. Tony said nothing but paused long enough from playing his video game to give America a thumbs-up. America made a mental note not to forget to get dinner and left, locking the door behind him.
As America made his way down the street to where his car was parked, he got the feeling he was being watched. He spun around and stared at the fence across the road. Yep, there was definitely someone there. America sighed, thought for a moment, and decided that the person watching him wasn't enough of a threat to confront.
America continued walking and a few minutes later he reached his car. As he fumbled with getting his keys out of his pocket he glanced back at the fence. The person who'd been there before wasn't there anymore. With the possible threat now gone he lowered his guard and went back to unlocking his car door. As he was just about to put the key in the lock he felt a hand land on his should and he turned around to see who was there.
"'ello America. What have you been up to?" France asked.
America blinked in confusion, not entirely used to seeing France of all people in his country. The French man didn't exactly hide his contempt for America and his country.
"France? What are you doing here?" Asked America, completely ignoring France's question.
France smiled evilly and said, "I'm here to show you something really… cool and…. Awesome."
America's eyes lit up in excitement but it quickly faded once he remembered that he had an appointment with the president. "Dude, France, I can't. I've got a meeting with my boss so can it wait until after I'm done?"
It's not very far and it won't take very long. I'm sure your boss won't mind if you're only a few minutes late. Plus I am also quite busy and must get back to my country soon."
America didn't even have to think about it. Everything France said was true. His boss wouldn't be too upset if he was only a little late and besides he was always into cool, awesome stuff. "Okay. Show me this cool thingy."
France said nothing and just spun around and made his way down the street with America following close on his heels. They walked several more blocks and then turned down a dark, deserted ally. America didn't even pause to think, he just followed right on without thinking like he usually did. France led him through several more twist and turns before they finally came to their destination.
They stood outside a rundown, old bar that appeared to have been abandoned years ago. Mother Nature had obviously taken a toll on the poor, old thing. Most of its window's had been knocked out and the front door looked as if it was ready to fall down at the slightest touch. The entire front of the building was covered in graffiti. It gave off the feel that it was haunted.
"Dude! France, this place gives me the creeps. Please tell place isn't haunted is it?"
France glanced at the building and shook his head, "No, this place isn't haunted. It's… guarded by magic to protect what's inside. According to England, this place only looks run down on the outside to keep people out. On the inside, it's really nice and spacious. Come on, let's go."
France climbed the stairs and opened the door. He waited in the doorway for America to enter first. America hurried up the stairs and through the doorway. France was right. The inside interior was nothing like the outside. It was clean and neat and there wasn't a tacky or cheap thing in the place. Everything looked brand new and beyond expensive. The carpet was Persian and the chandelier was so big a guerilla could hang from it with ease. There was a grand staircase leading off from the side.
France began to climb the stairs but stopped when he realized that America wasn't following him. The idiot was looking around and gawking at everything around him. France heaved a heavy sigh and called down to America, "Hurry up, America. If we don't hurry, the awesome thing might leave."
America snapped out of his trance and shot up the stairs. France smiled an evil smile as America passed him and call up to him, "It's in the second door to your right when you reach the top."
"You're not coming with me?"
"It's more… awesome when you see it alone. Trust me, I should know."
America shrugged, "Okay, whatever. Just don't leave. I don't know how to get back. I wasn't paying attention to where we were going."
France smiled, waved, and backed down the stairs with his rape face in place. America didn't see it because he had already reached the top of the stairs and was making his way down the hall.
"Have fun, America. I don't think I need to wait for you. The awesome "thing" will make sure you won't be going home anytime soon," France whispered as he exited the building, laughing his creepy laugh as he walked down the street.
