*Is stoned to death before even getting a chance to talk* Well, I guess I deserved that. Okay, so as you know, I'm as lazy as can be and with school, i never even have time for my self. This is a lousy chapter, but important and in no way a filler!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia, for if I did, I would not have to go to school because I could have the most awesome job ever. Also, i do not own the brothers Grimm, they belong to themselves.
An attic, of course! I had never been in one before, but I knew perfectly well what they were from books I had read and stories my brothers had told. It looked very dark in the attic and I was about to ask Anthony how we were going to see in there, when from form out of the drawer in the vanity, he brought out a flashlight. He clicked it on, to make sure it still worked, and sure enough it did. He motioned for me to climb up first and stood under me to make sure I didn't fall down. I was a little afraid, but made sure not to show it. I might have been afraid, but I know I was no coward.
It was dark, with little light coming through the large opening from which I had climbed through. I saw the silhouettes of unrecognisable shapes here and there, mountains of things. It was all a bit overwhelming. Suddenly there was a creak and then a beam of light. Anthony had come up and was now standing, his head only a foot from the ceiling.
"So, what are we looking for Anthony?", I asked.
"Have you ever seen a record player? Yes? Well, that's one thing and then a box full of albums. But first, let's see if we can't find the blasted light up here. I haven't come up here in so long, I won't be surprised if it's dead."
At that word, my mind suddenly went to my parents. They were dead. I wasn't sure why I thought of them at the mention of a dead light bulb, I had certainly heard death before here, but the light bulb reminded me of them. So high and bright, and in a flash they can go, burn out, die.
A sudden light flashed on and I forgot about my previous thoughts. Anthony had found the light bulb and had brought it to life. I looked around the previously dark room, scanning every box, bag, and any other contraptions. We started looking, I on one end, Anthony on the other. Anthony was the one who eventually found the record player and the box of old Albums beside it, but I had my own treasure hoard to contend to. Most of the things were very old and dusty, nothing I really wanted anything to do with, but some things, some things were absolutely wonderful.
My first treasure was a box of comics. Now, I was brought up on the grandfathers of literature, and had never seen a comic book before, but as a child of seven, I was instantly captivated by the comics, by their art and then by their stories. Unlike most comics of today, these comics had plot, had story, had soul. They were Wonderful. I flipped through the pages of one after another, catching bits and pieces from the stories. I knew I would have to read them all later, at the moment I had a quest. But then, I found a second treasure.
It was a book, but it was a magical book. The people who had written it were the grandfathers of the grandfathers. The were the Lords of fairy tales. The Brothers Grimm. Though I knew they hadn't actually written the stories, they had spent their life collecting these stories from all over Europe, country from country. It was something to be admired for, the greatest historians in my mind. they had preserved history, which is quite a rare feat. Their stories were known the world over. I had been rarely allowed to read them when I was little, only for a brief time, and now with this book in my hand, though old, worn, and covered with dust, I was given the chance again. The cover had a castle on it. it was beautiful, old, but beautiful. I opened it and saw the story written in and the pictures were brilliant. I put it down and felt very happy. I would surely have to read this too. I picked it up held it, hugged it, and then put it with the comics.
The third treasure I found was a box. As curious as I was then, I opened it. Inside was a stack of letters held together with a rubber band and a book, an album, like mine but older, much older. I opened it and saw yellowed pictures of people and places, memories frozen in time to stand still forever. They smelled funny, the pictures, so I closed the book to look at it later after it had aired out.
The fourth and final treasure I found was quite strange. It was an old. I inspected it. It was simple, yet beautiful. The box was small, but not too small and was black with a golden rose painted on all four sides and on the top with thorns around it. I touched it softly, making sure I wouldn't prick myself on the thorns and then felt a little silly. The were painted, how can painted thorns prick you?
It was a nice box, one that a women would probably put jewelry in. I opened it to see what was in the box. It was better than jewelry.
Suddenly a sound behind me made me jump and shut the box. I looked and Anthony looking over my shoulder, smiling.
"Well I haven't seen that in years. It's in beautiful shape, isn't, especially since we haven't used it in so long. Well, you can take that and anything else you've found to your room if you want. Doesn't do much up here collecting dust. Well, come on, I've found the albums and the record player. Now all we need to do is get it down there, and soon I hope. I'm burning up in here."
Anthony was right, it had grown rather warm up here and it was quite stuffy. I gathered my treasure up into my arms, one stacked on top of another, all blancing in my arms. Then I figured out that this would never due for I would surely drop them or injure myself in some way. Just then, Anthony had called me over. As I made my way towards him dragging my box of treasure behind me, while looking back to make sure they were okay, I ran into something, another, bigger box, and fell in, but I wasn't hurt. I barely feel in and whatever was beneath me felt soft. Anthony saw me fall and stifled a laugh and then came over to help me out. Then he looked at the box and a stunned, surprised look came over his face.
"Jesus, how long has it been since I've seen this?"
He opened th box and in it was costumes.
Now we're getting somewhere! I've had the costume idea for ages, and now I can finally use it!
So, what was in the box? Care to take a guess?
