Well, I wrote this all in one day. At least I have the next few chapters actually pre-written. ^^;;
Short, but I got it out. Enjoy!
[EDIT;8/4/12] Hah! I knew I'd make my deadline! So, heads up,I won't be here for the next 3 weeks. Vacation after vacation after vacation. Not that I mind, I love camp and Disney. Haha~ ouob
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It was March 20.
America was on his guard as he exited the car.
He'd arrived at England's house with no problem thus far.
He rang the doorbell and waited as his chauffeur drove off.
"Hello America."
The nation greeted as he opened the door.
Alfred put on his well known smile.
"Britain, dude! What's up?"
He exclaimed loudly, stepping inside.
"So what'd'ya call me over for?"
"Nothing in particular, really. Just to talk."
They sat down in the living room.
"Really? Cause, like I said a few days ago, you usually never do that."
He took a hamburger from his jacket pocket and took a bite.
"I mean, it's not really bothering me, but I still wanna know."
England mentally flinched at his wording, but started speaking nonetheless.
"Can't we just have a decent conversation in person? Is that too hard?"
Bite.
"I guess not-" Another. "- I can totally deal with that-" Another. "-'s no problemo, Iggs." And another.
England looked as if he was masking his disgust. It obviously wasn't working as well as he thought.
"Could you, um, stop eating while talking? It's sort of bothering me."
"Oh, sorry dude. I'm done now anyway."
He got up and went to the kitchen to throw the wrapper out.
England silently strode to another room when the other was out of sight.
"Okay, so where's the garbage..."
America scoured the room.
"Aha. There we go."
He threw the wrapper away and almost turned to go back. Instead, he spoke to himself quietly.
"Actually... I could check around here for things..."
America moved around the kitchen and looked around, careful to to move anything too much or make a sound.
"Maybe the calendar..."
He went over, stared at the day's date and sighed.
"Nothing. Damn."
"Alfred... Don't turn around."
"Wha-?"
And his sight went black as England drew out the syringe.
"How do you know he'll stay in here? He is unbelievably strong, and I should know."
"He won't be able to. I am sure of it, da."
"If you say so, aru. Let's just go to his house already."
China started up the stairs.
"Is it going to be okay leaving him here?"
Germany asked, ready to follow the other nation.
"There are security cameras. It will be fine."
"Okay, then." And they left the unconscious nation alone in silence.
"Canada, mon ami, you're here already. Good." France said, stepping out of the van.
"Yeah, and I have my spare key for Al's house."
"Okay, because knowing America now, it'd probably be locked."
England and the others walked to the door and waited for Canada to open it.
Once unlocked they stepped inside.
"So where do we look first, aru?"
"Well, he might have dates on his calendar, and there's probably a lot of things in his bedroom." England suggested.
"Ja, though we could probably find more in his room."
Canada went to futilely check the calendar, while the rest of the group went upstairs.
"What are we really looking for?" France asked as they spread throughout the bedroom.
"Something about America's plan, aru. But France has a point. Where exactly would he put anything like that?"
Russia sat down at the wooden desk and pointed to the laptop.
"Maybe we could find things here, da?"
Canada walked in as they crowded around the laptop.
"There was nothing on the calender. What are you doing now?" Mattieu joined them.
"We thought there could be things on America's laptop about this plan of his." England explained.
"But he has a password set."
"Oh, I can do that."
Russia stood as Canada slid into the chair.
As soon as he finished typing, they got to looking at the files.
"Maybe there? It has a suspicious title, aru."
"He probably made it look suspicious so someone would check there."
"What about he video file?"
It was annoying Canada that they kept pointing fingers over and around his head at the computer screen.
"Then what about that one, aru?"
It was irritating Canada that nobody was hearing him, again.
"Why would you think that one, China?"
"Because it doesn't look suspicious so that makes it suspicious, aru!"
"That... makes no sense, you dolt."
"It makes sense, aru!"
And it pissed him off that they all but ignored him completely.
"You hosers! Shut up!"
They all went quiet and stared at him.
"Mon petit Mattieu...?"
"Listen to me. Stop your petty arguing and listen! Did it ever occur to you that he might have kept a video log?"
They were silent a moment longer before nodding their heads, still not speaking.
"Good, then we're checking this folder." He turned around and double clicked.
"There are so many, aru..."
"It would probably be best to start at the beginning, the first video, ja?"
And they all waited for it to load.