More Than You Know

by TheObsessedWriter

The countries all think that they know everything about America, but they're in for a horrifying surprise. Forced to watch all the creatures he has faced on his own, there is more to America than they know... However, as they watch the memories, trapped in a room, they notice that America isn't with them. If he isn't with them, then where is he? Accepting entries, read bottom note.

3. A Crooked Man Scene 1: Hotel Ruhenheim

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This wasn't as scary as the first supernatural encounter they watched, but this was only the beginning. This probably led America to the horror he would soon face by himself, something that happened who knows how long ago. The countries were learning more about their fellow country as he faced more possibly dangerous situations as Canada was missing.

"Germany! Please, this is scaring me! Make it go away!" Italy clutched on to Germany's arm as tears gathered in his eyes.

"Italy! If I could make it stop, then I would have done so already. Now would you please stop crying!"

"Japon*, do you have any idea what creature this could possibly be?" France asked toward Japan who seemed to be in deep thought.

"No, all I know is that it must have incredible speed for it to move that fast within the apartment, but it did leave very human like footprints."

"So, it could be human?"

"It is a very high possibility."

"I don't know whether or not that makes the situation better or worse… I guess we'll just have to find out." England remarked before everybody returned to looking at the screen.

….

"Al! Alfred! Where am I?" Canada asked as he walked through a dark, dimly lit place.

The place really was strange as it was black altogether, but many lines of bright green travelled horizontally up. It was like he was in a glass tunnel because he could only go so far left and right, but he could walk forever forward. However, as he looked around, he saw many animals that took shape by lines in different colors.

"What is going on here?" He glanced around in curious wonder, but he kept walking forward intent of finding someone.

Chapter 3

A Crooked Man
Scene 1: Hotel Ruhenheim- Sissi

After parking the car off the road in some grass, America began the walk through the forest. After walking a couple minutes, he noticed an old road that seemed to no longer be used, but followed it knowing it would lead to the place he was trying to find. Eventually, he ended up in an old parking lot, but he kept going through the overgrown, grassy field until he came across a large building. Some windows were cracked, and the paint was chipping of the outside, giving it an eerie look. The hedges in front of it looked like they could have used a trim quite a long time ago, and he noticed a sign to the right of the door.

"…Geez, it's gotten dark. But this is the place…no doubt. Huge place… Looks like a hotel… Would he be here? …I guess I'll have to check." America walked up to the faded board, and tried reading the writing on it.

"Hotel Ruhenheim"

Giving You A Serene Stay

"So it is a hotel…yay, I can feel the excitement already…" America commented as he walked up the front steps and entered through the front entrance.

The sight that welcomed him was both beautiful and creepy, when it was still running, the hotel must have been a beautiful place to stay at. The floor was tiled with a maroon color, and there was a red carpet that was in the front and also went up the stairs that had gold embroidery on it. In front of him was the receptionist desk that still had the guest register and pen on top, waiting for someone to sign in as the book was still open. Behind the desk was two doors, but America kept looking all around him, trying to imagine what the hotel would have looked like filled with people. However, as time aged the building, the carpet has gotten more worn with holes appearing more often. The wood of the desk and rail of the stairs have warped from weather damage as well as age. The lights no longer work, whether it be from the lightbulbs or if the electricity circuits have stopped working. This was all told from a first glance, there was still the hallways to look at, as well as the second floor, but from where he was standing, America could see a deer head mounted in the center, but it looked like it had seen better days. The fur had patches missing, and it looked like the antlers were broken in a couple places, but other than that, the building was definitely in better condition before. So, it was once a beautiful hotel, but now it wasn't. It was now just a creepy building you wouldn't want to go in alone.

Walking around the front desk, America tried opening the first door on the left, but it wouldn't budge signaling that the door was locked. He walked to the other door, passing a clock that had stopped at 1:23, and looked at the door knob. Around it was wire that would need to be cut if he wanted entry, and the plaque to the right of the door read 'Staff Room' and the door had a smaller label that read 'Staff Only'.

He moved out from behind the desk and headed to the hallway on the far left of the first floor and was greeted with a row of rooms.

"Well, isn't that just great! Please tell me I do not have to go through all of these rooms, cause if I do, I'm gonna shoot myself…"

He walked over to the first room and tried the door, but the keyhole was painted over. Moving on, the second door also had the keyhole painted over, much like the third one that followed after. America went to the fourth door, and turned the knob, but was surprised to see the door actually open. He slowly pushed the door open, peeking through the crack for any trace of someone before walking in. It looked to be once a nice room, there were two beds near the top left corner of the room, and both were made as if waiting for guests. A large, red rug was placed in the center of the room, matching the rug in the front entrance, which had a table with two red couches on either side of it. There was a white table cloth draped over the table that had begun to turn slightly yellow from age and weather, and fabric on the couches that was beginning to rip. There was a wardrobe to the right of the bed with splinters coming off the wood, but the brass handles were darkening. A clock hung from the wall between the bed and wardrobe, but the time was the same as the one at the front desk, 1:23. The window that was situated between the two beds had tattered fabric that could only be assumed as drapes, and beside the wardrobe looked to be a cabinet of some sort. There was a door in the top right corner, probably led to the bathroom.

"Jeez…this place has definitely been shut down for a while now." America commented to himself as he cautiously wandered around the room, looking all around him.

Looking at the ceiling, when around the cabinet, America noticed something sticking out on top of the shelf. He walked over and reached, being just tall enough to grab it. Pulling back, he looked at what he grabbed, which was a piece of paper with a crude kid's drawing on it. On the top in red letters was the words, 'Treasure Hunt', which had yellow stars around it. There was nine gray squares with a yellow crown drawn on the top right square in the center of the page with 'Dear Mom Dad' in black letters in the bottom left corner and a little girl drawn with the same black in the bottom right. Above the little girl was the word 'Me' with an arrow pointing down at the drawing…the girl with a smile drawn on her face.

"Treasure hunt…? I guess some kid staying here drew this. Haha… Sure, I'll look for your treasure." America had a small, faint smile on his face as he carefully put the paper back where it was. He couldn't risk the paper getting ruined, if he forgot where exactly the 'crown' was then he could come back and check the paper again. Giving the room one more glance, America walked out and began checking the other rooms. The fifth door had the keyhole painted over and the sixth door was just locked, so he needed to find a key if he wanted to get in that one.

The last door was different, the past six doors were just simple wooden ones that led to guest rooms, but the eighth door was a light blue color that needed a passcode to open and had the words 'Staff Only' on a small plaque that was on the door. Knowing there was nothing else to search here, America walked down the hallway back to the front entrance, but as he walked back he noticed a small plaque at the beginning that had '101-107' on it.

'Must have been the room numbers or something…' America thought to himself as he walked across the entry way to the right hallway of rooms. Once again checking which ones he could enter. The first, as expected, had the keyhole painted over. The second one was just locked, the third had the keyhole painted over, as well as the fourth too. The fifth had a painted over keyhole, the sixth was locked and the seventh had a painted over keyhole. There was no open door in this hallway.

"Well, that was very pointless…" America said as he walked down the hallway and back to the entrance and up the right flight of stairs to the second floor and the right hallway. "Although, maybe I should be happy that there isn't many rooms to check cause this place is just plain creepy. Very Bates Motel-esque…and that's not a good thing…"

The first door had a painted keyhole, and so did the second, but this hall was a little different. The further down America went, he noticed a big sign above the next door that said 'BAR', he tried the door, but it was locked.

"Aw, come on! Maybe I need a couple of drinks to live through this terrible nightmare…" America sighed before moving on to the next door.

The fourth door had a painted keyhole and the fifth door was just locked, but as America passed by the Bar, he wished the door was unlocked. Exiting the hallway, America was back to the front entrance of the second floor and instead of going across to check more rooms that were probably unavailable, he entered the door that was in front of the stairs. Once inside, he was greeted by a multitude of tables that had four chairs each and were lined three by three. Four large windows lined the far wall with gray drapery on each, it was very ornate. As he wandered in the room, gently touching some of the tables and chairs, his mind flashed to a memory…the drawing in the first room he checked.

"Wait…in that picture was nine squares in a three by three layout just like how this room is. And…and, there was a crown drawn on the top right square, which would be…that table!" America crossed the room and to the specific table.

"…Eh? Something under the table…" Getting on his knees, America lifted the table cloth and picked up a small object…a gold key. He pocketed the key, and as he was, he noticed a paper that had been beside the key that read 'You found the treasure! Congrats!' in black crayon, probably written by the child when the hid the key. He got up from the floor and left the room back in to the main entry way. Heading over to the door that was in front of the left flight of stairs, America passed by the deer mount on the wall, the eyes giving him a blank stare.

"…Alright, let's not look at the creepy deer when walking past it, yeah? Yeah, let's do that." America opened the door and walked in.

The room looked to be a lounge, with three round tables that had two couches each. Each table had a vase of dead flowers, but they were probably pretty when still good. There was a fireplace in the top left corner, burnt wood inside from the last use and a piano in the top right corner, in decent condition to play. The piano was sleek and black, and was on the same red carpet that was seen all over the hotel. On the music stand was sheet music, and the board that stood to the left, but in front of the piano said 'Today's Program Schubert, Three Piano Pieces'.

America slowly played keys along the grand piano, it was still perfectly tuned. Heaving a sigh, he walked to the door and left, and headed to the second floor's left hallway of rooms. Repeating the process from the other halls, he checked all the doors. The first and second had a painted over keyhole, but the third door opened. A large, red carpet was in the center of the room with a table that had six chairs, three on either side, and a candelabra was in the center of the table. By the left wall, near the table was a desk and chair with a small stand that had a lamp. America checked the drawers, but found nothing. In front of the desk near the top left corner of the room was a wardrobe and a vanity that may have had something in it. He began to walk towards the vanity, but the mirror cracked in the center before he could even touch it. Taking slow steps, he got closer to the mirror to see that something was sticking out between the glass pieces, it looked to be like a scrap of notebook paper.

"It was our special place. She loved the pretty room with its big mirror. She would wonder what to wear for dinner. But now it's just me. I thought it might help to come here, but it didn't. There's only emptiness." America read off the paper. "The rule on this page…it matches the one from my room. So the former tenant did come here… I wonder if he's still here? Well, that's probably a stupid question since I haven't seen him… So he…got dumped, huh? The note at home did mention that… And 'our special place'…he came here with her… Where could he be?"

Setting the thought aside, America moved toward the two beds in the top right corner, checking for any more clues. He found nothing more and left the room to check the last couple of rooms, moving on to the fourth and fifth door that had painted keyholes. The sixth door was different from the other ones, it was still locked, but it had a notice on the door.

'Due to employee incompetence and lost keys, the library is temporarily closed. We apologize for the inconvenience.'

"Lost keys…wait. I wonder if the gold key I found will work." America dug in his pocket and pulled out the key he found from his little 'treasure hunt' and placed it in the keyhole, turning it. The door unlocked and America walked into the library in search of clues that could lead to the mysterious former tenant.

There were shelves full of books, probably hundreds and two round tables, and one on each side of the door with a couple of chairs. Noticing a glint, there was a key on the left table and America walked over and grabbed it, a tag on it read '109', a room key. He put it in his pocket before looking around the rest of the room. There was a board near the front that read 'The owner's collection of books. Please read at your leisure.' There was a single book that laid on the table to the right of the door, the only one out, so maybe it was another clue. It had a red cover, and the title was Cry of the Unseen.

"Do you consider yourself kind? You don't get to decide that. It's decided in the unconscious. Even if you believe you are cold-hearted, you may be warm and emotional inside… And THEY will sniff it out. They will be lured by your kindness, and they will drag you away." America read a small amount, "…Some kind of occult book? I bet Artie would love this. He's way into that stuff despite being a country…although I can hardly talk. I always sensed there was something out there, and that…creature in the house just proved it."

America moved away from the table and headed to check the bookshelves in the back by the wall, but was stopped by a strange sound, like a gust of wind.

"…What the? That sound…" He became more alert as he left the library and traveled down the hall, but stopped again as the noise happened louder. "…Is someone there…?" He kept walking, his pace quickening slightly as he left the hallway and entered the second floor entry.

America walked down to the first floor near the right hallway and noticed that the sound became louder and sounded more like thumping within a room. He slowly entered the hall, and heard the noise come from within the second door, room 109. He pulled the key from the library out of his pocket and unlocked the door. It looked like a normal hotel room, two beds against the far wall, a table a little off center with four chairs, a wardrobe and cabinet and a door that led to the bathroom. Something poked out from on top of the wardrobe, and knowing he wasn't tall enough to reach it, America grabbed one of the chairs from the table and pushed it against the wardrobe before standing on it. He wrapped his hand around it before pulling it down and it revealed to be the wire cutters he would need to open the door at the front desk.

"Now I can finally open that door, but makes me wonder what could possibly be behind it…" America climbed off the chair and left the room.

The countries watched on, questions rising in their minds, and both fear and curiosity taking their senses. Everything they watched it was like they learned a new fact about America and it was shocking how much they didn't know.

"Wait, wait… Did America admit to knowing about the paranormal? When he read that book?" England asked. "I thought he didn't believe in that kind of stuff, at least he always made sure to insult me whenever I brought it up."

"What about how he acted with the piano and the drawing? He treated them like he was disturbing a memory." Spain mentioned.

"Let's just keep watching, that is the only way we will learn anything." Germany drew the countries' attention back to the screen.

America left the room, intent on cutting the wire around the knob on the door by the front desk, but the soft notes a piano stopped him. The music carried from the lounge all the way to the first floor hallway.

"So, someone is here…guess there is only one way to find out…" He headed up the stairs and entered the left door. Upon entering the room, he saw a figure at the piano and ran up to them with great speed.

"WHO'S THERE?!" He shouted, a crashing of notes following after as a result.

"…Ah…" Came the shy, quiet response from what appeared to be a young woman. "…I…I'm sorry…I-I just came in… And the piano looked nice, so I…um…" She slowly stuttered out, hands messing with the sides of the red dress she wore, it went to her knees and had a white collar, and she wore red, flat shoes to match. She had shoulder length, light brown hair and dark brown eyes, and her face had a slight blush from being caught as her eyes remained staring at the ground.

America started feeling guilt from yelling at the girl, as the noise had frightened her into a nervous mess. Wanting to correct his mistake, he immediately apologized.

"…S-sorry I yelled at you. I'm not on staff for the hotel or anything."

"…Who are you then?" She gave a tilt of her head.

"I'm Alfred. I'm sorta…looking for a guy. What about you?" He was going to leave out most of the details like the reason why he was looking for the guy, no need to involve other people.

"…I'm Sissi."

"Are you kidding me!? Her name is actually 'Sissi', man, her parents must've hated her!" Prussia laughed obnoxiously.

"Bruder*, please shut up…" Germany sighed.

"Huh…Sissi, then. What brings you here? It could be dangerous, you know…"

"…I stayed at this hotel once… But I forgot something important, so I came back to get it…"

"…I see. Did you find it?" America asked, genuinely curious on how important the item was that a young woman would come to an abandoned hotel at night to get it.

"No…I'm still looking. It's just this little box, decorated with rubies… But I'm not leaving until I find it."

"Right… Well, again, sorry for shouting… I'll probably be here for a while longer, so I could help you find it!" He would help look for it, if only to make sure that she wouldn't be in danger any longer than necessary. This was an old hotel, who knew how stable it actually was.

""R-really? That would be great…! Okay, please help!"

"…Just do me a favor too, though… If you see a man…about my age, would you tell me?"

"…Okay…I…I'll be going, then, um… Alfred…you be careful too…" Sissi then quickly left, leaving America as the only occupant in the room. After the exit, he was surrounded by silence.

"…Man, what am I doing shouting at girls…I feel like the shady one here." Heaving a sigh, America left the room and headed back downstairs to the door behind the front desk. He pulled the wire cutters from his pocket, and removed the wire from the knob.

He entered the room, kicking up dust that was very visible in the air. A table was in the center of the room, with two chairs and an opened book on the surface. Two bookshelves stacked with books were in the top right corner, and cabinets located in the top left, as well as a trash can. America walked up to the book, realizing it was actually a notebook.

"O/X
Door in Room 107 bathroom needs fixing." And on the next page was a key, the number read 107.

He checked the cabinets and drawers, but found nothing of significance. Next was the bulletin board, which read:

"Four chapters of the book have mysteriously gone missing. Should you find the pages, please report to the owner."

He then walked to the door next to the bookshelves, and the plaque read 'Owner's Room', but as he looked down, there was no doorknob. Without the doorknob he wouldn't be able to enter the room. However, soon after, he began to hear something.

"…? I hear something… Is somebody locked in there?! I should find some way to open it…"

There was nothing else he could do here, all he could do right now is go to Room 107 and see what he would find there. So, he left the room and went around the front desk and headed to the left hallway, going down near the end before finding the right door. He turned the key in the knob, and unlocked the door. It looked just like the other room he had been in, with a table and chairs, a wardrobe, a clock, two beds, and a door that led to the bathroom. He entered the bathroom and glanced around, the toilet was to his left and the sink to his right, a mirror hung above the sink and a door was between the two, presumably leading to the bathtub. However, in front of the door on the ground was a door knob.

"A door knob… Oh yeah, that journal mentioned something about door repairs." America picked the knob up off the ground. "…Hm. Maybe it would work on that door without a knob. It's the same kind… I'll give it a shot." He quickly left the bathroom as it was in a filthy state, a thick layer of dust covered the room, much like the entire hotel, you couldn't even see your reflection in the mirror, and he wasn't going to take a look on what the inside of the toilet looked like.

Exiting the hallway, he headed back to the 'Owner's Room' with the door knob in hand. He made his way to the door and quickly attached it, but something seemed wrong. The noise he heard earlier, there really couldn't be someone in the room, could there? Only one way to find out, so he took a breath and entered. Inside was a large red carpet that had a round table on it as well as two couches around it. On the wall was two, big bookshelves and a smaller one beside them and a bulletin board near the top right corner of the room. He moved to the bulletin board and quickly read what was posted.

"Book of the Month:
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."

Nothing else was posted besides that, he walked towards the trash can that was to his right, but stopped as the tile he stepped on moved slightly.

"…? This tile seems a little loose…" Taking a step back from the tile, America lifted his foot in the air before crashing down on it with his strength. Not enough to demolish it, but when he did, a loud click was heard from behind him. Near the far right wall, a trap door was seen. The click must have been the door unlocking.

"It opened… Was there a mechanism in the floor?" He pulled the door opened and looked down. "There's a ladder… And it goes down, where else. Maybe I should check this out…" He slowly lowered himself in and began the descent downwards. The lower he got, the more the light vanished, and left him in darkness.

"Can't see a thing… I need a light." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the lighter he had found. Lighting it, the room now was covered with the soft, yellow glow from the flame and anything that could reflect the light brightened the room further. From what he could see, it was a basement that held spare chairs and unused equipment. America slowly moved the lighter around to see more of the room and took cautious steps forward. At the far wall there was a dark shape, and he felt a shiver run up his spine. Despite all instincts telling him to get the hell out of there, he approached it slowly.

"A-are you okay?! Were you locked in here?!" Noises followed after, the sounds of skin stretching and bones moving. The figure gradually moved from the floor until it was in a standing position, the sounds not stopping. "…Wh…what…? A…are you…okay…? Whoa! Ack…!" The figure kept moving, and what looked like a head turned sideways…too much that it almost looked like it wasn't connected to the body almost. The eyes were gone, nothing but dark holes and it held a bloody smile on its face, but with the head upside down, it looked like a frown. It looked very much human, it work a white shirt stained red, and a black sports jacket over it with match black pants. Its black hair hung from its head, much like when you hang off the side of your bed looking at everything upside down.

"Wa… S-stay back! Don't come near me!" The fear that he had felt when he was in that stupid house was back, so he ran. Back up the ladder, but he only managed a few rungs up before his leg was grabbed. "WAAAHHH!" Looking down, there was a hand wrapped around his leg, keeping him from escaping. "Crap! Let go! LET GO!" He wildly kept shaking his leg to get the hand to let go of him. The moment he was released he hurried up the ladder out the door before slamming the trap door shut behind him. He laid on the floor, gasping for breath.

"…*pant*…What was that… Its neck was…all crooked…can't have been human…! Am I just going nuts here…? That thing…it couldn't have been real… I must…just be seeing things. I'm just so tired, is all… Urgh, I feel sick…" He rubbed a hand over his face, controlling his breathing. "I wonder what Sissi's up to… Did she find what she came for?" Getting up from his place on the floor, America left the room and entered the main entrance.

He headed up the stairs and checked the lounge where the piano was, seeing if Sissi was there. The room was empty, so he entered the left hallway on the second floor and the minute he entered, a loud, female scream echoed throughout.

"W-was that…Sissi?!" He quickened his pace and entered the third to last door. Inside near the window by the wall was Sissi, the floor around her gone as she stood on the small piece of flooring left. America ran toward the edge, careful of where he stood.

"Sissi! W-what happened?!"

"I…I went to the window, and the floor gave way…! Wh…what should I do…?!" America look around and considered the options, there was only one thing she could do at the moment.

"Sissi, jump over! It's dangerous over there!"

"Ah…n-no, I can't… I-I'm slipping… A-and I can't possibly jump that far! A gap this big?!" Tears were gathering in her eyes as she looked at the distance.

"This is no time for pessimism! It's going to crumble quickly! Hurry, I'll catch you!" America reached out his hand.

"Ack… YAAAHHH!" Sissi jumped as far as she could, and America quickly grabbed on to her arm, but the force pulled both of them to the floor as the piece of flooring she was previously standing on crumbled away.

"…Th…that was too close… Are you okay, Sissi? Are you hurt?" Silence was the response he got. "…Sissi?"

Sissi was gripping on to his jacket rather tightly, light tears falling down her face as she held on. She made no move to get up from where she sat, and America was stuck where he was as well.

"…so scared… I was so…scared…! No more… I, I don't like the dark… Why…why do I… I…"

"It's okay, Sissi… I'm sorry, I know you were scared… But it's fine now. Don't cry…" As much as he would have liked to help, he wasn't sure on how to comfort her best. He would take an angry woman any day, but a crying one is where he got lost.

"Aah… I… I'm sorry… I-I was scared and confused…" She apologized as both stood up, Sissi taking a couple steps back to give both of them room.

"It's alright, I'm glad you're not hurt… Did you find what you were looking for?"

She wiped her eyes as she responded back, "No, not yet… It wasn't in the room we stayed in… I wonder where it could be…"

"It must be important if you're looking all alone. You can always just give up on it… It's not entirely safe here."

"I-I can't give up on it! I have to find it…"

"…What exactly is it? Sorry to ask, but I've just been wondering… Was it a present, or?"

"…It's a present from my boyfriend. It's the most important thing to me, after my own life…"

"…Ah… I see. Sorry if I was rude… I'll keep looking for it too."

"You're looking for someone, right? I haven't met anyone yet, but… Can you tell me more about them?"

"…Er, well… I don't know that much either. Just that he's a man about my age…" Even the amount of information he gave sounded strange for a person that was looking for them. It was much to go on.

"Huh? You know that little about the person you're looking for? Heehee… you're a strange guy, Alfred." A small smile graced her face, tears long forgotten now.

"I-I am not… There's just some things I want to ask… And I don't know how he looks because, um…"

"…Strange, but very kind." That brought a light dust of pink on America's face, as he scratched the back of his neck. " I would've been hurt badly if you weren't here… I'm really grateful to you for saving me. I should get going. Take care, Alfred… I'll see you." With a small wave, Sissi left the room, going back to her search for the missing present, and left America in the room by himself.

What could he do now? He hadn't found any keys, so he couldn't go find any more rooms to check other than the ones he had already been through. Except one place…there had to be something in the basement…where the creature had been. A key or something. He swallowed down the fear and left the room, going down the stairs and behind the front desk back into the 'Owner's Room'. He entered and went through the second door, and when he looked at the basement's door, he stopped.

"…! The basement door's open…" No, he wasn't gonna turn back. If need be, he could fight back. He had more strength than a normal human, when he was a child he could swing a buffalo like no problem, although that freaked England out when he saw that. He could drag a car behind him like it was just a suitcase on wheels, so he could defend himself. He forced his legs to walk to the basement door, and climbed down the ladder back into the darkness, the lighter already in his hand. The second his feet touched the ground, he flipped that lighter on in a heartbeat. Nothing was down here, just hotel equipment. He quickly scanned through the shelves and boxes, trying to find anything that would be important. In the lower left corner of the room was a round table, light reflected off something on the top, picking it up revealed that it was a bronze key. This had to be the only thing here, so not taking a moment longer, America climbed back up the ladder into the room.

It wasn't a normal room key, it would have had a number on it telling him which room to go to. So, what rooms were still locked? He left the room and was back to being behind the desk, he checked the left door that was next to him, but it didn't fit. He knew one door needed a passcode, so it wasn't that. What could it be? Wait…the bar! That needed a key! He hurried up the stairs and entered the right hallway towards the door with 'BAR' above it on a sign that had a glass of beer next to it. He pushed the key in, and turned, unlocking the door.

The room had five round tables with chairs around them, all of them having some alcoholic drink and glasses on them except one that only had a book on it. To his left was the bar counter, it also had varying drinks and bottles and to his right were barrels. Like the rest of the hotel, there was a layer of dust on everything. Checking the bottles, he noticed that most of them were empty, so he moved towards the book that rested on one of the tables. Opening it, it was a journal seemingly written by a staff member. The last page was rambling and sloppily-written…

"O/X
A toast to our owner, who left his employees and fled into the night! We'll drink all the beer we've got- hell, it's the only good thing here! Being out of a job's no good, but at least we don't have to see his mug no more! We were SO sick of that egghead always trying to flaunt his intelligence! Installing weird stuff for the basement door, having a number lock on the food storage… All his silly crap made the place impossible to run! Plus the passcode was this thing with a book which he changed up every month! What the hell do you do if you forget?! Maybe it's good for him, but sure as hell not us! Ah, whatever! Once we're done with the booze, we're outta here! A toast to our bright futures!" That was the last thing written in the journal.

"…The door to the food storage is at the far end of the first floor, right? A passcode on food is pretty crazy…"

However, reading that journal did help him on finding the passcode for the door because it mentioned something about a book. Now all he had to do was find the right book, and then he would be able to get into the room. He left the bar, and headed to the left hallway, remaining on the second floor and went all the way to the end to the library. There were many bookshelves, all stacked with books, but there was too many for him to go through. There had to be a specific one, there must have been a clue somewhere that would give him a chance on finding the right one. Looking back in his memories, he tried to remember if there was any type of book mentioned until he remembered the bulletin board.

"The bulletin board in the owner's room said "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde"… It'd be on this shelf, right?" America walked to the first row of shelves and went to the first on the right side of the window. They were all labeled so, it would be on this bookshelf. "Ah, here we go!"

"Chapter 1: Story of the Door

Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings and when the wine was to his taste, something eminently human beaconed from his eye; something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was austere with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify a taste for vintages; and though he enjoyed the theater, had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years. But he had an approved tolerance for others; sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in any-"

America saw nothing of importance and flipped through the pages.

"Chapter 2: Search for Mr. Hyde

That evening Mr. Utterson came home to his bachelor house in somber spirits and sat down to dinner without relish. It was his custom of a Sunday, when this meal was over, to sit closer by the fire, a volume of some dry divinity on his reading desk until the clock of the neighboring church rang out the hour at twelve, when he would go soberly and gratefully to bed. On this night however, as soon as the cloth was taken away, he took up a candle and went into his business room. There he opened his safe, took from the most private of it a document endorsed on the envelope as Dr. Jekyll's Will and sat down with a clouded brow to study its contents. The will was holograph, for Mr. Utterson though he took charge of it now that it was made, had refused to lend the least assistance in the making of it; it provided not only that, in case of the-"

He found nothing still, going farther into the book, he flipped through more pages.

"Chapter 4: The Carew Murder Case

Nearly a year later, in the month of October, 18-, London was startled by a crime of singular ferocity and rendered all the more notable by the high position of the victim. The details were few and startling. A maid servant living alone in a house not far from the river, had gone upstairs to bed about eleven. Although fog rolled over the city in the small hours, the early part of the night was cloudless, and the lane, which the maid's window overlooked, was brilliantly lit by the full moon. It seems she was romantically given, for she sat down upon her box, which stood immediately under the window, and it fell into a dream of music. Never (she used to say, with streaming tears, when she narrated that experience), never had she felt more at peace with all men thought more kindly of the world. And as she so sat she became aware of an aged beautiful gentleman with white hair, drawing-"

The more he read, the more frustrated he got. He needed numbers, not words. He filed away October, 18 in his mind to try later on the door, but it wouldn't be this easy, would it? He flipped through more pages in the book.

"Chapter 5: Incident of the Letter

It was late in the afternoon, when Mr. Utterson found his way to Dr. Jekyll's door, where he was at once admitted by Poole, carried down by the kitchen offices and across a yard which had once been a garden, to the building which was indifferently known as the laboratory or dissecting rooms. The doctor had bought the house from the heirs of a celebrated surgeon; and own tastes being rather chemical than anatomical, had changed the destination of the block at the bottom of the garden. It was the first time that the lawyer had been received in that part of his friend's quarters; and he eyed the dingy, windowless structure with curiosity, and gazed round with a distasteful sense of strangeness as he crossed the theatre, once crowded with eager students and now lying gaunt and silent, the tables laden with chemical apparatus, the floor strewn with crates and littered with-"

Once again, no numbers of importance. He flipped through more pages.

"Chapter 8: The Last Night

Mr. Utterson was sitting by his fireside one evening after dinner when he was surprised to receive a visit from Poole.

'Bless me, Poole, what brings you here?' he cried; and then taking a second look at him, 'What ails you?' he added; is the doctor ill?

'Mr. Utterson,' said the man, 'there is something wrong.'

'Take a seat, and here is a glass of wine for you,' said the lawyer. 'Now, take your time, and tell me plainly what you want.'

'You know the doctor's ways, sir,' replied Poole. 'and how-"

That was only a conversation, he skimmed through more pages even further.

"Chapter 10: Henry Jekyll's Full Statement of the Case

I was born in the year 18—to a large fortune, endowed best with excellent parts, inclined by nature to industry, fond of the respect of the wise and good among my fellowmen, and thus, I might have been supposed, with every guarantee of an honorable and distinguished future. And indeed the worst of faults was a certain impatient gaiety of disposition, such as he made the happiness of many, but such I found it hard to reconcile with my imperious desire to carry my head high, and wear a more than commonly grave countenance before the put. Hence it came about that I concealed my pleasures; and that when I reached years of reflection, and began to look round now and take stock of my progress and position in the world, I stood already committed to a profound duplicity of me. Many a man would have even blazoned such irregularities as I was guilty-"

He shoved the book back into its place on the shelf. There was a few numbers he could use, but now the problem was putting them in the right order, and that only depended on if he even got the right numbers to begin with. Sighing, he made a mental checklist of all the numbers from the book and exited the library. As he was walking down the hallway, intent on heading to the door with a passcode, he looked ahead and stopped at the sight that greeted him. Near the entrance of the hallway, the humanoid creature from the basement stood, just staring at him.

"…N…no way…! T-that monster… Did it really…?!" It slowly began to make its way to where he stood. "…I-it's coming this way…! Crap! I gotta escape!" He stood by the third door down the hall, and quickly ran in the room, but the monster followed after him. It was the room where Sissi had almost fallen, the large hole still in the floor. America ran around the table and stood right by the hole, the monster walked behind him, copying his trail. As the creature made its way towards him, America looked down the hole, coming up with an idea.

"Aha! If I drop him down here…!" He walked to the far end of where the hole started and waited until the creature was close enough, so close that he could make out the individual stray strands of hair. The moment it was close enough, he ran behind it and used his full strength to push it forward and into the hole leading to who knows where.

"…What is that monster…? So what I saw earlier…! Damn… I can't believe such a thing exists…but I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I managed to survive the house of hell before this. But there's no way it's coming back now. The room under is locked tight… I should warn Sissi when I see her. I knew it would be dangerous for her."

He left the room, leaving the hallway as well before heading downstairs and into the left hallway, going to the food storage, or the door with a passcode. The door was at the end of the hall, looking at the key pad, he tried the different combinations he knew. First was 1018, or October, 18 from the book's first chapter. Nothing. How about 1245 the order of the first four chapter he read. Still nothing.

"Damn it, what could it be then-wait. The first four chapters were 1245? It was missing chapter 3, and now that I think about, other chapters were missing…3,6…7…and, 9? I think that's it, the code is the missing chapters!" He pressed the numbers in their respective order, and the door unlocked.

"How did he remember that? All the numbers, what chapters were missing, the order?" England looked impressed at the memorization that his former colony performed.

"He knows more than we give him credit for, mon ami*." France answered. Although England didn't acknowledge the answer, too focused on watching the young country on the screen.

America entered the food storage room, there was four large refrigerators against the wall near the top right corner. Next to them was a cabinet filled with dishes and a ladder leaned against the side of it, and to his right was a trash can. Across the room were boxes full of rotted fruits and vegetables, the smell made him a little sick to his stomach, and to the right of the boxes was a sink. As he approached the boxes, something seemed to glint from above him, but it was just out of reach and he wasn't going to even attempt climbing the boxes, either he would possibly fall in one of the boxes getting covered in rotten produce or the boxes wouldn't be able to support his weight because of age. Luckily, there was a ladder for him to use.

"…I could use this to get up to that thing." Leaning the ladder against the boxes, he climbed up and received a key from the top. The number 210 inscribed on the metal. There was nothing else to find in the room, so he made his way out, heading upstairs to find Room 210. He turned to the right hallway and walked all the way down to the end, unlocking the door and entering. It was the standard hotel room with the table, beds, bathroom and wardrobe however, something laid on the floor at the foot of the beds. America knelt on the floor, inspecting what was on the floor, it looked like something was badly burnt.

"…Was this a photo? Looks like it was a woman… Hm, there's something under the pieces…" Underneath the burnt pieces was another scrap of notebook paper, matching the other pieces he had collected so far.

"I don't need her memory anymore. I know she won't come back, so I have to forget everything, good and bad." He stood from his spot, but the moment he did, he clutched his head.

"Ack…my head…hurts… Whew, it settled down. Sheesh, I'm exhausted… I guess I haven't slept much… So he burnt this photo to clear his broken heart, huh…I… I know I couldn't do that. Even though I've watched so many people that I've looked up to and care about disappear before my eyes as I live on, I'll never forget…not ever." That was one of the horrible truths of living an immortal life of a country, watching people go from your lives forever. It was hard to not get attached to anyone.

He heard the door open behind him, and he quickly turned around ready to defend himself, but was met with a familiar face.

"…! Sissi…"

"Oh, there you are, Alfred!" She walked over to him so that they were standing face to face.

"…Did you find the box?"

"No… I can't find it… There are lots of rooms I can't go in, so it might be in one of them… What's wrong, Alfred? You look kind of pale…"

"Oh, it's nothing… But Sissi, you should really leave soon."

"…Why?"

"You may not believe me, but… There's some kind of bizarre monster around. I found it in the basement… I was attacked by it earlier. You'd definitely be in danger too… So I think you should go."

"Look, I don't like dark, scary places either… But there's no need to tease me like that. I'm not a kid afraid of the Boogeyman, okay?"

"…Er, sorry. But I'm not trying to tease you! I'm telling the truth!"

"…Heehee. Don't worry, I'm not mad. You don't seem like a dishonest guy, so I'd like to believe you, but…a monster…? Maybe you mistook something in the dark? You could be susceptible to seeing things when you wander around in the dark like this."

"…I'd like to think you're right… All right, if you insist. But be careful! Okay?"

"I know! Well, I'll be looking elsewhere." Sissi then walked across the room, exiting through the door. After a few seconds of silence, America walked out and was heading toward the exit of the hallway, but heard a splashing sound as he passed the bar.

"…What?" He could guess what it was, but he had an idea. He pushed open the door and looked around, nobody was in the room. However, straight across from the door on the floor by the wall was a puddle of something. He looked at the red mess, and noticed something.

"A message in red…? Was this here before?" It was possible, he only did a scan of the room, but mainly focused on the journal on the table. The, what he could only assume was wine, read:

"Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Come to me
I'm waiting for you."

"…Sounds pretty inconsistent… Who could've written this?" He didn't have time to think long before he heard an inhuman growl come from behind him. The creature walked in through the door, facing America.

"W-why…? I dropped you down a pit! Crap, I gotta do something!" The creature immediately began walking towards him, America went around tables trying to buy time and figure out a plan on what to do. However, as he went around tables, the creature would gain small bursts of speed, almost allowing it to catch up to him. There had to be something he could use, something in this stupid bar that was useful. Wait…a bar meant alcohol, and alcohol was flammable! Making sure to keep an eye on where the creature was, he dug in his pocket until he found the lighter. Next, he grabbed a bottle off one of the tables and made sure it had something in it before turning around and chucking it at the thing.

"Damn it! This monster doesn't give up… How about some of this?!" The creature let out a loud shriek of pain, backing away slightly.

"I knew that wouldn't do much alone…" However, now it was covered in alcohol now. "Now that he's covered in alcohol, he should be plenty flammable!" America gave a smirk as the creature drew closer, and once it was near, he switched the lighter on before throwing it. The reaction was instantaneous, bright flames spread all over the alcohol covered body of the creature and shrieking soon followed after. Next thing he knew, he saw the creature run out the room, flames and all.

"…He ran away… W-whew… What the hell is that thing…?! Why is it chasing me? How did it survive before?! I might need something to defend myself, cause I don't think a lighter will do." He bent down, and picked the lighter up off the ground and put it back in his pocket. The first place that came to mind was the kitchen, he remembered seeing a fruit knife on the sink counter. It wasn't the ideal weapon, but it would have to do for now. He left the bar and headed back downstairs to the left hallway and towards the food storage room at the end of the hall. Entering the room, he walked to the sink and picked up the knife. He wasn't going to carry it the entire time, but it was a knife so it couldn't be put in his pants pocket, he slipped it in his jacket pocket instead.

He walked out, he only managed a few steps before a metallic smell hit his nose. Blood. Glancing ahead, he noticed drops leading in a trail. "B-blood?! This wasn't here earlier… Did…did something happen to Sissi? I'd better look for her…" He continued following the trail, it led him out of the hallway, across the first floor and into the other hall all the way to the second to last door. The door was unlocked, so he pushed it open slowly, peering around the room until he found who he was looking for. Sissi sat on one of the beds facing away from him, the trail of blood ending where she was.

"Sissi, what are you doing here? Your arm is bleeding! So it was your blood…Were you hurt?!"

"…My arm caught on something. It's not that big of a deal… Don't worry about it."

"It's bleeding a lot, though… And you've been resting here, right? What if you have anemia?" America was already looking around the room to find something that he could use as a makeshift bandage.

"…I'm just a little tired. I've been walking around a lot… Really, don't worry about it."

"…" He moved to the other bed, removing the outer covers and top sheet. He took the white sheet off before ripping it into a long strip of cloth. There was no guarantee that it was clean, but it was all he could do in an abandoned hotel as first aid. "Give me your hand, Sissi. I can use the sheet to wrap it up, the covers protected it from being too unsanitary."

He grabbed her right hand, and slowly began wrapping the white cloth around the wound on her arm, the cloth slowly getting stained red in the process. "…I guess this is better than nothing. Doesn't hurt?"

"It's fine." Sissi seemed to be far away when answering, her eyes showing she was miles away. "…Thank you… You're so kind, Alfred."

"…You don't seem so well. Did something happen…?" America finished wrapping her arm, tying it off as he waited.

"…Oh, it's nothing… I've just been so silly…"

"…Silly?"

"…It's silly that I'm wandering this dark place all alone, falling in holes, cutting my arm, all to find some measly box…"

"Measly…? But it's important, right? A memento from your boyfriend?" America sat on the bed beside her, trying his best to offer comfort to the young woman.

"…Well, he's my ex, to be exact."

"….Huh?"

"…He left me quite a while ago… But while we were dating, this hotel was our special place. That was when I lost the box… I've been worried about it ever since, but I only just worked up the courage to come look. I thought I could forget everything about him… But it was no good. Coming here brought back all these memories…"

"…Why did you break up?" The question slipped before he could stop himself, that obviously wasn't something you asked a person who was upset about said break up.

"…I don't know… Maybe that's why I won't give up… He said he appreciated my kindness… But when we broke up, he said it was 'all I had.' And he was exactly right, so I couldn't reply… I really am a sissy… No wonder he'd break up with me… Even I'd hate a girl like me… Sorry, I know I'm just annoying you. I'll rest here a while longer… I'm a little dizzy. Thanks for your help, Alfred… Oh, I found this. I'm not sure where it goes, though." Sissi handed a key to America, he held the key for a minute before slowly putting it in his pocket.

"Thanks…Don't strain yourself, okay? Well, I'm going…" He gave her one last glance before leaving the room. He stood outside in the hallway, leaning against the door, caught up in a memory.

'…Why are you always like this, Alfred?'

'…Like…like what?'

'…You're always such a yes man. Just going with the flow… Don't you have a personality?'

'…I don't mean to. I mean, I try to think for myself…'

'…I don't see it that way. You're not kind. You're just indecisive…It would be the same with anyone, right? That's why I can't trust you.'

'…Look, please just listen… If I'm a pain, then I'm sorry.'

'There you go again, thinking you can just apologize and everything will be fine… You don't understand a word I'm saying.'

'…Th…then what should I do? You just don't trust me, is that it?!'

'I hate to say it to you considering you're so young and have no proper parents, but you need to grow up… You need to pick a side to be on, we are going to war, and we don't want someone we can't trust…'

'That conversation I had when I was younger with one of the civilians in the town made me change sides and to go to war with England. That man made me feel like I wasn't going to be treated as anything but a child with the way I acted. I wanted to prove that I wasn't a mindless soldier and wanted to be treated equally…that was the hardest decision I ever had to make.' America thought to himself.

"…'Kindness is all you have'… Sissi and I are the same like that. Timidly refusing to forget… The moment I felt like I was disappointing my people, I felt like I was nothing but worthless… I wonder if Sissi felt that way too?"

Putting the memory back to deep recesses of his mind, America focused on locating what door the key Sissi handed him would go to. There was a locked door beside the owner's room, maybe it went there. He exited the hall and went around the front desk to the left door, putting the key in and unlocking the door. The door led to what seemed like behind the hotel as he was now outside. There was a water fountain that had two benches on either side of it. The flower beds that were against the hotel's wall were overgrown, much like most of the yard with weeds everywhere and the grass reaching to America's knees. He approached the fountain, taking notice of the green water in it. However, there was a shadowed part of the water, something was in the water. He rolled up his sleeves and reached in, grabbed whatever it was and pulled it out. In his hands was a box, it had flowers painted on the top, surprisingly, it was in good condition for being submerged in water for who knows how long.

"Ah! A box…? Maybe this is the one Sissi lost… It must be! It's decorated with rubies… Did someone throw it away here or what? Man, I'm glad I found it… I'll get this to Sissi pronto!" He carried it under his arm back inside and placed it on the front desk. "I'll just put it here cause I know this is an easy place to remember, if I left it in one of the rooms, I'd hate myself."

After putting the box down, he headed back to the room where Sissi was. Upon entering the room, he noticed no one inside. "Huh…? Did Sissi leave? But she's wounded…" A loud scream was his answer. "Sissi?!"

It sounded like it came from upstairs. He passed the front desk, the box still where he placed it before going up the stairs and into the lounge. "Sissi?!" When he walked in, he saw Sissi against the wall with the creature advancing towards her.

"…Ah…ahhhh… No…nooo… Stay away…!" America ran forward in between Sissi and the monster before he gave a big shove in the monster's direction, pushing it back a couple feet.

"Stop right there! Back off, monster!"

"Alfred!"

"…Damn it… Sissi, get out of the hotel!"

"A-Alfred? What are you..?!"

"I said run away! I'll take care of this!" He pulled out the knife from his pocket, focusing the monster's attention on him. "Hey! Monster! I don't know what the hell you are! But don't you lay a finger on Sissi!" Taking the chance to escape, Sissi ran along the sides of the walls and around the two and out the door.

All he had was a small knife, so if he wanted to do damage then he would have to get close to it. He waited, and swiped a few times before having to jump back to avoid getting hit. Much like in the bar, it would get small bursts of speed to try and catch him. He kept going back and forth with attacking and jumping back. He would have to run around the tables to avoid getting attacked, but couldn't risk jumping over them and having his attention not on the monster. Finally, he slashed at it one more time, and it let out a loud shriek. It hadn't moved afterwards, so exhaustedly, America dropped the knife to the floor with a clatter. He left the room, going downstairs to the entrance and was about to walk out until he remembered the box he left on the front desk. The hotel register was right next to it, open with a blank space available for the next guest. He grabbed the pen and signed his name, Alfred F. Jones.

Sissi sat on the hotel's front steps, arms wrapped around her knees. "…Alfred…" Almost like he heard his name being called, America walked out past the steps, box under his arm. "Alfred!"

Sissi stood and hurried up to America, "Alfred! Are you okay?!"

"Yeah… I don't think it'll chase us anymore. Never mind me, are you okay?"

"…I'm fine… I'm not hurt… But…" She collapsed to her knees on the ground, America kneeling beside her in a moment.

"…Sissi?! What's wrong…? Are you sick?!"

"…Why…why did this happen? Why did I have to go through this…? Why did a monster attack me? I… I just didn't want to forget him… I just wanted to have my memory of him! Is it because I'm such a wimp… Is that why this happened…?! Can I…can I not even love him…?! No… I hate it… Someone…somebody, help!" Tears ran down her face as her hands constantly tried to wipe them away.

"…Sissi… What's wrong with being a wimp?"

"…Huh…?"

"…You may feel like a sissy for not being able to forget him, but… Is that such a bad thing?"

"…Alfred…? You too…?"

"I know the feeling, I was…dejected. Even now it still pains me… I don't think I can truly forget it. I've…always hated how I was such a coward. I'm a miserable excuse for a man, especially in romance if it helps… But looking at you, I've come to think… Maybe it's not bad to keep thinking of the same person? In fact, maybe it's a wonderful thing. I decided… I wouldn't give up either… And it's thanks to you, Sissi… Thank you."

"…Alfred…" He helped her off the ground and once they were both standing, he offered her the box he found in the fountain.

"This is your treasure, right? It's quite the box… It would be a shame to throw it away. Take good care of it, okay? I'm sure the one you love will understand. And I know I'll always support you."

"Thank you, Alfred… I… I'll try a little harder… I hope things go well for you too… Hey, Alfred? Did the box…come with a key?"

"…A key? No… I didn't see one…"

"Strange… The box needs a key to open, so… Though I didn't lock it…"

"A key… Wait, hold on…" He dug in his pockets until he found what he was looking for. "Maybe this brass key… Haha, nah, of course not…"

"Ah! Yes, that's the one! Where did you find it?"

"Wha?! R-really…? Er, I picked it up…around here…"

'A key from my apartment opens Sissi's box… So the former tenant's involved with the box…? What does that mean?...'

"I wonder why it was locked? Let's open it!" She put the key in the lock and turned, after hearing a click, she opened the box. "…Oh? There's a piece of paper…"

"That's… Sissi, can I look at that?" She handed the paper over to him. "I thought so… It matches the notebook pages… Which means he…"

"…I don't get it, but I guess the guy you're looking for put this paper in here?"

"Seems that way. It has an address on it…"

"Are you going there, Alfred?"

"…Yeah. He wasn't here… So I'll check there next."

"…Okay… Be careful."

"I'll escort you home, Sissi. It's dark out, after all."

"I'll be alright! Thanks though, Alfred. Well…" She started walking away, America stayed where he was as he watched her go. She stopped though, but he didn't have time to think as she ran back and gave him a kiss on the cheek, pulling him down so she could reach, a blush gathered on his face. "I'm REALLY thankful, Alfred! Let's see each other again sometime!" And then she continued walking away, leaving him to his thoughts, the blush slowly fading.

"T…That surprised me… Haha… But she seems happier now…That's good… I feel a little more relaxed myself…"

"Lingering Scent of Dreams…? Is this where he is? I'll go check it out. I've come this far… Until I see him… I'll go anywhere. "

He began the walk back to his car in silence.

There wasn't much to be said among the countries, it was just shocking taking all this information in at once. However, there was one thing that was going through their minds, they were definitely going to talk to America about this the moment they got the chance.

It honestly felt like the tunnel would never end for Canada, he just kept walking and seeing more animal like creations. He did learn one thing though, despite the fact that they looked like animals, they only made different tones from an instrument, but he didn't know what though.

"Okay, I'm about to just sit down cause all this walking is killing me." He spoke a moment too soon as his foot kick something across the ground a couple inches. "Hm? What's this?" He reached down and picked up a two pronged piece of metal, a tuning fork. Suddenly, a thought came to mind. He kneeled down on the ground and lightly tapped it with the tuning fork. The sounds that rung out sounded a lot like the noises the 'animals' made when he passed by them.

"Great, I've been dragged into the unknown…sounds like Al alright. I just hope he's okay and that I can find my way out of wherever I am." He pocketed the tuning fork, before continuing his way straight ahead. Maybe, just maybe he would reach some different location that would lead him to an escape.

To be continued…

Translations:

Bruder- Brother [German]

Mon ami- My friend [French]

TheObsessedWriter: Thank you for reading, and yes there wasn't much of the other countries in this one, but I felt like they would have been really trying to pay attention to this creature encounter as a lot more was happening. And as you can tell, Canada is in a situation of his own which you shall all find out in time, and you haven't seen the last of him in America's story either. Remember that I'm still taking requests for stories.

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