"Diamonds? How on Earth will diamonds get us back home?" The group needed a spellbook, not rocks.
"Actually, I see his point." Matthew had looked into this game when Alfred bought it, and out of all the items, this one seemed to catch his eye. "But we'll need a book and obsidian, too." He looked at Arthur's face, and his look of utter shock of his knowledge as well, and continued. "There's an item called an enchanting table here, and it uses a spellbook to enchant your armor, tools, and weapons."
"I... How did you know that?" Now this was too much for the man. First Alfred gets into this game, and now Matthew? "I don't suppose it matters really, but there's got so be some catch to this."
Alfred almost forgot about this part. He almost forgot about that small, little detail that could mean the group would be stuck there. "Well, yeah. It isn't exactly English. Its written in 'Standard Galactic', but I can't read it." He looked to Matthew, who shook his head in response.
Looking to the two nations, Francis said something I doubt any of them were expecting. "Arthur, Alfred, we will be fine. You do have someone who can read it, no? Did you really think I only spend time with English and French?"
"Well, uh, I guess that takes care of one of our problems. Artie, can you punch that tree until it breaks?"
"Alright, but that is a bit strange. Don't you have an axe?"
Alfred sighed. "Dude, that's why you're punching the tree. Our inventories are empty, remember?"
"Right, of course." He broke the second block from the bottom of the tree, but he then stared in confusion. "Alfred, why didn't it fall?"
Before Alfred could answer that, Matthew stepped it. "The physics are strange in this game. If something is broken, the rest will never come down." He looked at Alfred. "Sand and gravel are the only blocks that don't follow the rule, eh?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just get the rest of the tree and pass it over, alright?" A few minutes later, Alfred had all the logs he needed. Ok, he thought, so if I move my hand like this... yeah, that should work. He swiped his hand up in a curved motion, and suddenly his crafting inventory appeared infront of him. He placed the logs in a crafting table, crafted planks, and then crafted a crafting table and sticks. "You got that, right? Well, this is your inventory, and you'll need to open it every few minutes or something." Doing the same motion in the opposite direction, he closed it one more. He placed the crafting table down and made an axe, pickaxe, shovel, and sword.
"Alfred, since we are stuck here for a while, is there anything we can do? I do not want to sleep on the ground when I could be in a house." And it would be in a house with a certain Englishman as well, he thought to himself.
"Francis, I was getting to that." He gave the axe to Matthew, the shovel to Francis, and the pickaxe to Arthur. The sword was kept for himself. "Mattew can go chop some trees down, Arthur can mine some coal and stone on the surface, and you can level out an area."
Matthew looked up and saw the sun, though it was oddly square, right above him. "Whatever you're doing, make it fast. We only have a few hours to do it."
"Well, hurry up then! You guys need to have a house built before the mobs come out!"
The tasks were done. They had wood, coal, stone, a level area, and a small wood hut. It was only a few minutes until the sun set, and so Alfred rushed the nations inside. "We're gonna need to wait this night out, we don't have beds." Before Arthur could say 'the ground looks soft enough, lets just sleep there', Alfred said, "We can only sleep in a bed here. It isn't like our world."
"We didn't do bad for our first day here, no? Mon ami, I don't think this will be so bad."
"You guys remember some of the stories you told Mattew and I every once in a while when we were kids? Stories with things that 'creep in the night' and 'sneak in when its dark to watch us'?" He got two unsure nods from Francis and Arthur, then continued. "Well, those things you came up with are real here. There's creepers, skeletons, zombies, and endermen. Well, those are the main ones. There's slimes and silverfish, too, not to mention the nether mobs and bosses."
"You must be joking. Why would someone create a game like this? And what the hell is a creeper, enderman, slime, or silverfish?"
By now the sun had set and the moon was up. "They can't see us in here, but just look outside. They've all spawned." Just to set the mood, he gave Arthur a bit of a creepy smile. "You'll know it when you see it."
The three others looked outside and saw just what creeps in the night. Matthew was the first to turn back. "I... I think I forgot about that part. This just got a lot harder."