I kinda meant to put this up the other day. ^^;;;;;;;;
Aaaanyway, it feels so nice to finally finish this. ;;;;
It's kinda short, and may sound kinda forced, but that's because I kiiiinda put anything else that was needed (other then the last bit on this) in other chapters.. which ended up giving me a headache while trying to stretch it out enough to have *SOME* other content on this chapter.. Oops.
Well, my faithful readers- enjoy this last chapter of Can't See A Thing!~ (I.. half forgot why I called it that... fuck. :'D)
-More A/N at the end.-
:: çαи.т sεε α тнιиg ::
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A few days passed from the last the group had checked on their former friend in the underground cell. Letting things sink in, having time to think about other matters; they were fine, they told themselves.
They had made sure the cameras were on all the time- a nation was in the room at all times. Sleep schedules were slightly shifted because of this.
Nobody really cared, as long as he was being watched.
They gathered for breakfast.
"Who's current shift is it now?" France yawned.
"Kiku's, I believe." Arthur took a seat as the others started filing in. "Later on it's Matthew's."
"Ah."
"I'll start cooking, aru. What do you all want?"
"Crepes."
"Scones."
"Waffles."
"Uh... pancakes, maybe? I could help if you want."
"Anything is good."
China stared at them with a pokerface. "I'm making pancakes and eggs and that's it, aru."
He quickly added. "Canada, you can make the pancakes, aru."
"Okay!" He got up and they started.
It was a slow day.
Nothing out of the normal with America, no one going to "do anything shady."
It was sort of boring.
"Matthew-san, it's your night shift."
"Oh, right. Thanks." He got up from the quiet living room.
The morning came and went.
They checked in with Canada, who had said one of the camera's faltered for some reason and that he was fixing it.
England was skeptical; France talked him out of it.
They ate and went around to do their daily things, per usual.
"Perhaps we should go and physically check on America today? Obviously we can't really rely so much on the camera's anymore..." England suggested.
"I suppose we could. What's the harm in doing so?" Germany agreed, and the two, followed by China and Russia, started down the stairs. France caught up with them, holding a glass of light wine.
The five nations talked as they walked down the stairs.
Things about how to deal with America and what to do with him.
About how to end this plan of his.
And that was where the problem laid.
The moment they got down to the cell, it was like the colour was drained from their faces.
It was empty, and yet nothing else was out of place.
-prepares to get shot/killed a billion times over- :'D
Lovely, lovely cliffhangers, how I love writing thee.
So would now be a good time to say I started a sequel? Hehe. ;;;;
Updates will be slow on it though; I do have school and shit to focus more on now... :'I
Also, I recently got an account on Ao3, or Archive of our Own, for those who don't know it. Thinking about posting this there (once I can figure out how it works), and possibly posting the sequel there, since I know of a feature to link sequels and whatever.
[Oh, and I'm "Paramecium" on AO3. Why did I forget to write that jeez I'm slow.]
Okay, Yoko rambling over. You may now -insert action here- me about ending on a major cliffhanger~