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Timor.
Chapter four.
England woke with a start having no perception of how much time had unknowingly passed but felt something was definitely awry. Sitting up, he looked over America's sleeping form to the alarm clock to see it blinking steadily at 7:23 am. Jolting his entire body, he lunged for America's phone that sat next to his glasses and stared at the digital clock.
11:06 am. The meeting had started at 8:00.
"Alfred! I told you to set the alarm clock you dolt!" England shoved at the body next to him.
"Iggy… Chill. I set it for six-thirty. Go back to bed."
"It's eleven-bloody-o-clock and you missed hosting your own meeting." Holding the phone in his face, England rubbed his eyes in annoyance. America blinked a few times before grabbing the phone from England, unlocking it and seeing several messages from Canada littering the screen.
"Shit." The small symbol in the corner of his phone alerted him of his voice mail as he called it immediately. Putting it on speaker, the American nation let the messages play through.
"Al, it's Matt. Where are you? The meeting starts in a half hour. We can't start without you here."
"Al, you're an hour late. It's normal for you but not for Arthur. Please hurry?"
"Alfred, are you okay? Ludwig rescheduled the meeting for tomorrow morning. But no one's heard anything from you since you left your house. Call me back, okay?"
The voice mails ended and America hung up to check the plethora of text messages he had also received holding among the same lines. England stared at the phone. How had he not heard the phone going off in the middle of the night? England didn't have the best sleeping habits in the world and admittedly was not a heavy sleeper; surely he would have heard the phone vibrate at least.
The blue-eyed nation lifted the phone to his ear in attempts to call his brother back and waited for a few beats before pulling the object back and examining it. Once his brief scan of phone was done, he dialed again.
"I can't get through…"
"Do you have any service?"
"Full service."
"Let me see that thing." Taking the phone from America, he scrolled through the contacts and called Canada as well, achieving the same results as the other and sighed. "Try using the hotel phone?" The younger nodded while reaching for his spectacles then for the phone. Dialing the number he knew by heart, he waited.
"…Nope."
"This is ridiculous."
"Mattie sent me the address of where he's staying, you wanna just drive there? It's like, an hour away."
"We didn't ask him if he'd be willing to let us stay, Alfred. It's rude to just show up."
"But the ghosts are obviously messing with stuff and making us miss the meeting. CAN WE JUST LEAVE NOW!" Throwing the covers off his legs, America stood up.
"The power probably just went out last night!"
"Then why isn't my cell phone working, Mr. Smarty-butt?"
"…"
"You want me to pack your bag too?" The younger asked with a pleasant smile.
"I'll take care of the packing. You just… Bring the car around to the front steps."
"Fine by me!" America crossed the room and grabbed his keys from the nightstand as well as the room key, placing both in his pocket and strutting to the door.
"I'll check us out on the way out to the car."
"Gotcha," Turning the door knob, the younger nation jammed his hands in his pockets, feeling the metal of the keys shifting under his palm while walking down the hallway. The room door slammed behind him and gave him a bit of a start as his blue eyes darted back and forth as well as over his shoulder as he moved through the disturbing corridor. In attempts to kill the high pitched silence that tickled his ears, a light tune began to fall from America's lips in a whistle which made it easier to walk towards the stairs. Pushing the heavy metal door open to the stair case, America's whistling bounced off the empty walls creating eerie harmonies as he descended down the stairs to the front lobby. The tune stopped as he was greeted by the out of place lobby, seeing for the first time the dark storm clouds that covered the sky above out of the front windows.
America noticed that the front desk clerk was standing at his desk, not seeming to be doing anything productive. He could almost feel the other man's eyes following him to the door and increased his pace to walk out into the humid air. Sighing, the American nation pulled his key ring out of his pocket and walked up to his car that was still untouched from the days prior. Pulling out the familiar key, America stuck it in the key hole and turned, a bit surprised when the door didn't unlock.
Turning the key both ways, he watched the lock as it remained unmoved before removing the key and repeating the motion, twisting it back and forth.
"…This is definitely the key." Just to be sure, he tried the other keys on the ring and they all either didn't fit or wouldn't turn; America was getting frustrated and a little nervous. "I bet those stupid ghosts did this. They just want to keep me here and haunt me and wait until I'm not paying attention and-" Not bothering to finish his sentence, the American nation nearly sprinted back to the lobby where England stood with their bags at his feet.
"Alfred, I need the room key." He said while approaching the front desk.
"My car key won't work." America said shooting the clerk a sharp glare. Not even pausing to look at either of them, the clerk stood up.
"I can call a taxi." As he moved for the phone, his limp became apparent as a shaking hand reached out for the phone. There was silence between the trio before the phone was hung up and the clerk returned his eyes to his desk. "It appears the phones are not working. I'm afraid you can't leave." His voice was scratchy and very airy, giving the sound a back chilling tone.
"Like hell I can't leave. Tell these ghosts to stop messing with us!" America demanded while taking a few steps closer. Although the clerk did not look up, there was a noticeable difference in his facial expression.
"Ghosts?" The question trailed off.
"I've seen movies like this before, I know you're the big mastermind behind all this!"
"Alfred!"
"Am I now?" The clerk smiled a rotten smile towards the desk before his head slowly pulled up, showing his dark and sunken eyes. America swallowed audibly and recoiled, England not saying anything out of shock over the other's outburst.
"Y-Yeah, you are." The air was thick before England spoke up finally.
"Are there any other phones that we may use to place a call?"
"No." The answer was blunt and full of malice.
"Then is there any telling as to when the phones will be working again?"
"No." The clerk seemed to be getting flustered and angrier. America no longer wanted to be in the situation and grabbed all of their bags, moving towards the stair case, refusing to take his eyes off the emptiness of the pair that stared at him.
"Come on, Iggy. We're going back upstairs."
"Are you sure?" He asked following the younger. He received only a nod.
"Good decision. It will be a pleasure to serve you further." The clerk finally broke eye contact with America to limp back to the room behind him as the blue-eyed nation took the opportunity to stomp up the stairs with England in close tow.
"You mind explaining to me what the hell that was all about? You startled him!"
"I didn't do anything! I just called him out on things! And you saw the way he reacted, you know everything I said was right!"
"That's ridiculous. And even if it was the truth, why would you aggravate him further?"
"Because, it's war now, Arthur."
"'War'? What exactly do you mean by 'war?'"
"These ghosts have been screwing with us since we got here. So let's screw with them and make them mad!"
"…I fail to see your logic, Alfred."
"Once they're mad, we can fight them for good!"
"You sound like an imbecile. You've never been this confident when it came to ghosts before, what's the occasion?"
"Revenge, Iggy! Imagine the look on their faces when we beat them and drive them out of here! Maybe we can even take over this hotel on our own or something like that!" Slapping a hand to his face, England shook his head. He could feel his brain cells taking the long dive out of his ear.
"Whatever. What exactly do you have planned for this revenge of yours?"
"Well, things that make you a shoo-in for a ghost attack are three major things in horror movies always!" Now outside their room door, America put their bags down and counted on his fingers. "Being blonde, we both got that covered, drinking alcohol, and having sex."
"Okay…" Putting a hand on his hip, England shook his head. "We'll take care of whatever this plan is later, Alfred. Right now, I'd rather just get in contact with your brother. Anyone for that matter, try reaching the Frog as well. Just try to contact someone."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll do it later." America picked the bags up and pushed the door open with his bottom, the key still in the key hole. "Right now, I want you to take the booze you keep in your suitcase out and start drinking."
"H-HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?"
"Iggy, come on, it's no big secret that half of your suitcase is booze."
"Two bottles is hardly half of my suit case, brat!"
"Okay fine, but that's still more than I bring."
"You don't bring any." England said in a low voice while shutting the door behind him. America had flung the suitcase onto the bed and was now digging through it, disrupting the neatly folded clothing. "Alfred, stop it! I can get it myself!"
"Here!" He announced holding up an only slightly emptied gin bottle. "Go get a cup and start." Making sure the top was tight, America tossed the bottle to England who caught it with a glare.
"This has to be the biggest load of bullshit he's ever come up with." England scoffed to himself while grabbing one of the two glasses on the bathroom sink. Checking to make sure it was indeed clean, he poured himself a glass and sighed. "I don't suppose there's an ice machine anywhere, right?"
"I don't think so."
"Of course not." Bringing the glass to his lips, the warm liquid slid down his throat as he watched America prepare random objects around the room like a small child collecting items to build a fort in the living room. After a few minutes, he clapped his hands together.
"And now we wait until tonight to really piss them off!"
"Lovely." Kicking his feet up on the bed, England got comfortable, it was going to be a long night.
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America refused to go down to the restaurant in the lobby for dinner saying it would tamper with the plan and instead made a sad meal for the two out of the plethora of snacks he had in his suit case. While England was indeed being generous in going along with the younger nation's ridiculous plans, he merely wanted to stay in the room to continue trying to call the other nations and alert them of their current situation. Each time only led to more frustration and shorter tempers with the phone. Text messages from Canada continued to pour in on an hourly basis until it got to a very late hour and he gave up with a simple "Al, whatever's going on, be safe. I'm going to your house tomorrow to make sure you're not there. Night."
England's head was swimming from the alcohol that America continued to pour him and laid in bed curled under the covers. America stared at the ceiling before turning over to England's back and pushing himself up onto his arms.
"Iggy, there's still something else we have to do to lure out the ghosts."
"Belt up, I'm not shagging just because you want to lure out bloody ghosts." He partially slurred out in a daze while keeping his eyes closed.
"Aw come on, you wanted to last night!" America pulled England on his back before placing himself down on top of the smaller man with a smile.
"Get offa' me, Alfred." He said in a warning tone.
"Or else what?" The American continued to smile.
"Or else I'm going to..." His words stopped as America began peppering kisses along his cheek bones and jaw line. "I'm going to… Oh fuck it." Pulling America by the chin to his lips, England took domination of the kiss into his own hands as the younger's fingers roamed up and under the Englishman's shirt. Pushing the covers off of himself, England shimmied the both of them out of their clothes while America went to work on England's neck, sucking and biting ever so slightly.
Not wanting to be marked up for the meeting the next day, England made a noise before leaning up to capture America's lips on his own for a moment or two before the younger began roaming again. He settled on kissing the shell of England's ear, sending shivers down his spine and his hips upward to meet America's. America smiled against the other's pale skin and hovered over the already abused lips of the elder while reaching down into the suitcase next to the bed for the small bottle in the corner of England's bag. Retrieving it, he set back to work, now kissing under England's ear lobe while he hissed from the intrusion of America's fingers.
With England's legs surrounding his torso, the blue-eyed nation pulled back and placed a curt kiss on the other's nose while slipping his fingers out and replacing them with himself but pausing first.
"R-ready?"
"Yes, yes, you don't have to treat me like a virgin, Alfred!" England said almost breathless as America pushed the rest of the way into him. Thick eyebrows knit together in a slight grimace as the younger leaned up to place a kiss on England's forehead before drawing his hips back and pushing back in more quickly. Parting his lips slightly, a small noise escaped England's lips which in turn fueled the desire pooling in America's stomach before he thrust his hips again and again, gaining more noises from the one under him.
The room was echoing with the sounds of the heavy pants from America and the moans from England; he was always so much more vocal with a little alcohol in his system. Feeling his end drawing near, England began pushing back harder and harder against the American nation above him, now drawing noise from him as well. Just as England felt himself nearing his peak, all the movement stopped from America as he stared around the room, almost as if he was listening to someone speak.
"Al..Alfred, what the bleeding fuck are you stopping for! MOVE!"
"Arthur shush for a second."
"I most certainly will not, you can't just sto-" An odd noise came to his ear that was strangely reminiscent of nails running across the wall behind them. It started on the far side of the room and slowly traveled to the nightstand on the other side of the bed.
"Arthur?"
"Y-Yes?"
"I-I… Think we pissed off the ghosts." As soon as America uttered his sentence, the lamp hovered from the table and smashed against the wall across the room.
