Chapter 8

"Where to look?" England asked himself. "What am I even bloody looking for? I don't see why it should matter to me if the bloody idiot kills himself…" England muttered under his breath. He heaved himself off the couch with a sigh, why did this always happen to him in particular? "Does Germany have to worry about Italy's health? Well, besides when Romano comes over, no. Does Spain ever have to worry about Romano? No. Yet I end up worrying about America. Speaking of the idiot, what happened to him?" England had searched the entire house spick and spam and had found nothing, which might have been because there was hardly anything in there. The tiny apartment had nothing that seemed suspicious. And when he said tiny, he meant tiny. The apartment was only a bedroom, a bathroom, and the entrance room, which served as both the living room and the kitchen. Finding nothing helping him to find the answer, England sat back down on the couch, slightly flustered. He read some more chapters in his book, and was getting to the good part, when England's cell rang. Annoyed, England answered it.

"…Hello…" An almost silent voice said over the speaker. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, like somebody England had forgotten. "It's Canada, America's brother." Ah of course! Canadia! How could he have forgotten? "Is America… there?" Canadia asked.

"No, the bloody git went to the library," England said, annoyed.

"What did he do this time?" Canadia asked with a small laugh. England was taken aback.

"I-I don't know! It's just that he's so different…" England began. After a moments battle, he decided to trust Canadia. He should already know because their brothers, right? So England explained exactly what had happened since seeing America yesterday at McDonalds. Silence was heard on the other end for a second before Canadia tenderly replied.

"I… I knew things were going badly for him, with his boss thinking that he wasn't a real person and all… but this… This is serious now."

"Agreed," The Brit replied. Now he knew why America didn't want to talk about his boss. England would get upset as well if his boss suddenly said he was crazy or not real like what had happened there. "Canadia-" he started.

"Canada," a whisper said.

"Canada," England corrected, "How long ago did this all start?" England asked the question laced with concern, he was secretly nervous to know the answer, though.

"I… I don't know. Could be 27 years, could be 15 years, it could even be 3 years ago. All it takes is…" Canada mumbled the last part of the sentence, but England took a guess. All it takes is one person to set off the bomb, England guessed. The wording was different, Canada's being All it takes is one person to burn the pancakes, but their meaning was the same.

"Oh bollocks, that could be a problem," England grumbled, but not to Canada. On Canada's end, it sounded like a fight had broken out, with cries of "Give that back!" and "Stop!" being heard. After ten minutes of patient waiting, the noise stopped. "Alright, alright! I'll put it on bloody speaker, you git!" England yelled.

"Umm… who am I talking to?" the recently arrived America, the source of the fight, asked. Unsurprisingly, England face-palmed.

"You don't even- Ah never mind. It's your brother," England told him.

"Oh! Hey bro what's up?" America called.

"America, we need to talk," Canada said. The house was silent.

Canada's here! Hooray! I swear I had to make Iggy mess up his name, it was such an easy shot that it was too good to miss. I'm gonna reply to a couple of reviews now, so you can just skip this. Strawberry, don't worry about me being like whoever wrote that story. If I run out of ideas, I'll ask you guys. MadMental, I actually don't know who the president is in the story. This is either modern times, or slight past or future times. Silverheart, was the fic called Roses Of Red, White, and Blue? I recently read that and it mentions Washington is his shoulder. Anybody who wants to give these poor people hugs (See: Silverheart) can. See you soon!