Hey! Thanks for the support, it means a lot! So this is the fourth chapter, or it's supposed to be. There was an intro on this, titled Gone, but it didnt show up when I looked in the create section. So either I accidentally deleted it, or it's there and I just can't see it...if so can you guys tell me? It should be the first chapter of the story in England's point of view. Thanks! Sorry for rambling here we go!
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They were late. Not super late, but late enough that they had to jump the brick wall surrounding the college because the gate was locked.
This was all because France had decided that he would take thirty minutes in the one bathroom that they shared to "Get Handsome."
America swore as he fell into a bush, but cried out when a certain Frenchman fell on him.
" When your done fixing your hair can you please get the hell off of me?"
" It's your fault that you're so comfortable to sit on." France got up and America slowly picked himself up off the ground.
" So where do we go now?" America pulled a branch out of his hair and straightened out his clothes.
" Straight into the belly of the beast." America looked funnily at France," Mon ami stupide, américain, we're going to the front office to find Engla-...no Arthur."
" Oh..."
" Yeah, oh." France rolled his eyes.
He rounded the corner with America, and the both of them made their way up an impressive amount of stairs before coming to a set of glass doors that they easily pushed open.
The hallways were completely empty. Not one student was left and with every step they took it seemed as though someone was following them due to the echo. America kept glancing around warily as if someone was going to pounce on him.
" Hey France?" He whispered.
" What?"
" This place seems deserted."
" Yeah, but that might be because they are all I'm their classes." France mumbled something with stupid in it under his breath.
" Wouldn't there be at least one or two people straggling, and it seems too quiet..." France stopped walking and turned around. He didn't say anything, he just simply listened.
There was nothing. There was no noise. France walked over to a nearby classroom and rested his head against the door. Absolute silence.
He opened the door to find that the classroom was completely empty, and upon going to the next room and the room after that found that they were all empty. They were alone.
" Amérique something is wrong. We are the only ones here?! How is that possible?"
" I don't know dude. I think we should head to the office. That's where England is right?" America started to rush down the hallway. France followed closely after.
They both reach the office at the same time, and unfortunately they both tried to get into the door at the same time. America finally shoved France backwards and stumbled into the room. France stopped next to him. The room was completely empty, but to their surprise a soft clicking was coming from behind a door directly behind the front desk.
America jumped the desk and France ran around it.
" Hey Franny?"
" Yes?"
" What if it isn't England behind this door, and it's just like a janitor or something?" America glanced at France and out of the corner of his eye he saw him grin.
" Who else would be in a deserted school full of things we apparently can't see or hear?"
America smiled "England."
" Yes, so on the count of three we open the door together."
" Ok"
" One...Two...THREE!" They shoved the door open. It slammed against the wall and startled the person who was residing in the room.
America's face lit up in joy at the sight of familiar emerald eyes and overly bushy eyebrows. His smile vanished at the confused look on the said Brits face.
" Who are you? Who sent you in here? Oh, you're the new transfer students Ive been hearing about. You two have been the talk of the school."
America and France frowned instantly.
" What's the matter the two of you? Oh, and you with the glasses? Have we met? I don't know, it feels like I've seen you somewhere before..."
" Iggy? Don't you know who we are?" America's heart clenched in pain as England's face scrunched up in confusion.
" Excuse me? What's an Iggy, and I promise you that I have never met you in my life. Well anyways, come along I'll take you to your classes." England walked around his desk and opened the door to the two blondes.
" I don't have all day you know. "
America and France grimaced and followed behind the Brit as he led them through a deserted hallway.
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So this is the end for that chapter! I added a twist, how do you like it? I feel really bad about killing poor Americas feels by the way.
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