A/N Here is another extra. As of now it does not link with the main story. Basically what I am saying is it not canon within my personal story. It was a fun thing to think of so here. The character in this chapter probably will not appear in the story unless you want him to, and even then I do not know. This could also be part 1 of this extra. Thank you for reviewing, those few who have done so. This story is mildly popular, and it is fun to make, so I will be doing this for the foreseeable future (even though I still do not know where this story is going, plot wise.)
"Mr. Kirkland, please wait up." Maka called out to the nation. She tried to catch up with England, but found herself falling behind. It has been a week since England arrived, and the third seal broke. Maka was told about England, Norway, and Romania's identity two days after England's meeting with the G8, and Maka could not be more apologetic. At first she did not believe what Lord Death told her, but Kid's confirmation reassured her. How she found herself in this situation, she did not know.
"Any idea where he is going?" The Grim Reaper's son, Kid, walked beside her. England woke rather early that morning, asking Kid to "show" him around the city. Maka had gone over the Gallows Manor on a whim, believing she could learn from this man.
"I should ask you…he does live with you for now." Maka said.
"Romania and Norway told me to follow. I know he said to show him the city, but he seems to know the city like the back of his hand." Kid whispered to Maka still following the rapid walking nation. England suddenly stopped, and began looking around and examining the buildings.
"When did this city get so complicated?" England stated. Normally England looks controlled and calm, but now he looked frustrated and frantic.
"Mr. Kirkland…I know the city very well, so if you need help getting somewhere, I can guide you." Maka attempted to reason with England.
"Miss. Albarn…thank you for your offer, and stop calling me Mr. Kirkland, it makes me fell older than I am. Simply call me Arthur, and I am not lost…yet. I understand if that bastard needs to move, but why in such a complex city." England talked to himself as he analyzed the buildings.
"So you are looking for someone?" Kid stepped up..
"Yes, I am. Though the city has changed a lot…I guess that happens when I do not visit in over 50 years." England ruffled his hair and sighed. It is a Saturday and the streets are nearly empty.
"So is it someone older?" Maka asked. England turned to the meister, realizing he hasn't explained the situation.
"Oh…right. I have not explained what I am doing. Sorry, both of you, I woke you this early, and have guided you wildly throughout your own city, but bear with me…this is probably worth it." England told them with a knowing smile. Maka and Kid looked at each other confused before continuing to follow England again. After walking without purpose, Maka caught up with England and started a conversation.
"So…sorry for what I did…before." Maka awkwardly spoke; England did not look at her as he continued walking. "I have told you several times, you do not need to apologize. My colleagues and I were very suspicious, so no need to worry yourself. You should worry about your teenage life, and whatever the DWMA has you worry about." England finished allowing awkward silence to overtake the atmosphere.
Maka felt as though she was talking to her Grandfather or something. Even though she knows of his age, his appearance still throws her off.
"Ha! Finally I found it!" England explained as he quickened his pace. Maka and Kid watched as England walked towards an average size house. From what Kid and Maka can see it was not anything special, a simple one story house, with a nicely mowed lawn, and a few flowers here and there.
Before he knocked on the door, England turned around and motioned for Kid and Maka to stand at his sides. The two quickly did as they were told, with Maka on England's right and Kid on his left. England proceeded to loudly knock the black, front door.
"Oi! Anthony! Get out here!" England shouted, his voice echoing through the empty streets. After a few seconds, they could hear something moving inside the house, and a groggy, mumbled voice. The door was thrown open, revealing a dark haired teen. He looked similar to Kid, minus the Sanzu lines, but with similar skin tone. He stood a few inches above England. Maka covered her eyes noticing the teen was shirtless, a small blush across her face.
Unlike Kid, she did not notice the horrid scars plastered throughout his torso.
"What...It is Saturday, right?" The teen asked as he rubbed his eyes. It was clear that the knock of the door awoke him from his slumber. The scars surprised Kid, not sure how someone so young could physically look as though he fought wars.
England stood patiently as the teen finished rubbing his eyes. When the teen started opening his eyes…Kid could notice his eyes were bright blue. The teen finally noticed England, and his eyes widened; his eyes widened more as he noticed Kid and Maka.
"Wait….you mean…" He asked as he looked at England hopeful. England smiled brightly confirming the teen's initial thought. Before Kid knew what happened, the strange teen had him in a crushing hug which lifted him off the ground. Contrary to the teen's size, his strength was more than Kid expected.
"Yes! I finally get to meet my boss!" The teen shouted with delight, frightening Kid.
"Can someone tell me what is going on!?" Kid shouted as the teen hugged him tightly.
"Alright…that is enough." England put his hand on the teens shoulder making him stop. The teen complied and put his "boss" down.
"Sorry…I guess I got carried away." The teen said sheepishly.
Kid dusted off his suit, straitening any wrinkles he could, and focused his attention on England and the teen. "Alright…assuming you know each other is safe…right?" Kid asked.
"Yes…now let me introduce you. Death the Kid, I would like to introduce your very own nation." England revealed. It was Kid's turn to be surprised as he now stared at the shirtless teenager.
"You mean…"
"Yes, this is Anthony D. Jones, or as I know him, Death City." England finished Kid's sentence. By now Maka stopped covering her eyes, and stood shocked alongside Kid.
"It is awesome to finally meet you, Boss!" The now identified personification of Death City greeted as he smiled a smile which reminded Kid of the sun's.
A/N If Hetalia and Soul Eater were the same world, I believe Death City would have a personification. I mean it is basically its own nation.