Sorry I haven't been here in a couple days, school and headaches have gotten in the way . It seems this time of year just doesn't like me very much…

TheFlamingOrangePhantomhive- Hm… DON'T BELIVE YOU, YOU WERE TOO NERVOUS. ;) I knoooow, so sad T_T. Too bad most of that comment is spoiler-filled, I'd love to repond more to it.

Maya5392- Meh, I've read longer fics in one day before. Heh, thanks, I get that a lot. I just still feel kinda bad when I miss a day or two because, well, I WAS keeping updates on a daily basis until recently, and I feel bad for not keeping that up all the time. NUUUUUU but it's FUN ;_; Yeah, you saw my Pokémon ref~! Hm… Imma try anyway! *puts rag to your face* Heeheehee… How is it? :3 Er, spoilers…? I think I might know what you mean, but… PM to be safe for those comment-readers out there please? If I'm right, it could mean just about anything to those who don't already know HetaOni.

And thanks again for the commies~!

Russia: You called…?

Me: Sshhhh… Not today, love bear… *pets head and slowly pushes him back through the floor*

France: L-love bear!? You lo-!?

Me: No! I said that because of how he loves everyone! Geez, way to assume things… And thanks more for the newest fav and follow~! I still ONLY own my OCs! Enjoy~!

"A box… wi-with my magic seal…? And is… Yes, that's my handwriting!" England exclaimed in shock. He tok it out from the bottom shelf and set it on top, examining it carefully to make sure he wasn't mistaken. "What on Earth is this doing here…?" he muttered, running a hand just above the seal. As far as he knew, he'd never been down there before.

He jumped slightly when it dissolved suddenly into green dust, absorbing into his palm. He felt a small yet strong pulse of magic flow through his body, and he suddenly felt a little less sickly. "S-some of my magic's back!" Just to make sure, he held out a hand and tried conjuring up a ball of energy. He frowned when nothing happened, then concentrated entirely on his palm, forcing his powers out. England smirked as a small ball finally collected, but it didn't last long, as a sharp pain shot throughout his body, feeling worst in his skull just behind his eyes.

He kneeled over and clutched his head. "Augh…" he groaned in pain. "It's not all ther yet… But it's a start. I can at least be of some help now," he said to himself, slowly standing up. Just as he was straight again, Japan and America crawled through the door. "Well, you two sure took your time," England said.

"What about you?" America challenged with a frown. "Weren't you going back to the others o tell them about the way out?" England's face heated up slightly as he remembered the forgotten task. "Well…" he began, turning away slightly. "Let's just say I won't be so completely useless the next time we run into one of those Things."

"Oh? How so?" Japan asked. England grinned and slowly turned back to them. "Believe it or not, I actually got some of my magic back," he said. After a small pause, America burst out laughing. "Oh! S-so… Y-you're going to help us with that special 'hocus pocus', huh?" There was a loud smack and yell of "GIT!" as England tackled him to the floor.

Japan, not one to get into conflict if he could help it, spotted the box resting on the bookshelf and walked around the fighting pair of "grown" men to investigate. When he picked it up, he suddenly heard very loud ticking. So there's another clock down here… he barely heard himself think.

"You two, stop acting like children and get over here! I found a clock!" Japan cried. They did just that, excited to have found another. "That's weird… Why would my magic have been on a box with a clock inside?" Japan looked up from the clock in surprise.

"Your magic was on this box, England-san?" Now that is interesting… "Yeah. Weird, right?"

"Sure, yes… But to be honest, I found a few things here that didn't belong," Japan admitted. "What?" England and America asked. And why do you believe him-believe in magic all of a sudden? Was the look on America's face, mixed with England's look of Well, what was it!?

Japan took off his bag and dug through it, pulling out the bags of money, along with an onigiri and beer bottle. "You see this? I found an onigiri in the library, found the money in baskets in the smaller bathroom, and the beer was… erm…"

"Th-that's beer!?" England cried. "According to the label and Germany-san's taste buds, yes. I'm more curious about why they were here in the first place, though," Japan answered. There was a pause before America gave laugh. "Hah! Maybe someone else left them here for us?" he joked.

"Well, we might never find out, considering we're about to get out of here," England said, shaking his head slightly. That's right, England absolutely loves mystery novels. Sherlock Helmes, Hecule Point, Ms. Maple… All sorts of mystery characters he's told me about… He actually seems rather disappointed in leaving now, Japan thought, with a sweatdrop appearing at the last line.

"Alright. Come on, we've dawdled enough; we should get back to the others," England said, beginning walk towards the door. "Hey, what about the clock!?" America demanded, pulling the object out. "Aren't we supposed to break them?"

"America, we're about to get out of here," England sighed. "There's no more need-"

"Screw that! I wanna see what you all got to see!" Before England could argue anymore or Japan could voice any opinion, America snapped the clock in half. Japan was dizzy all over again, quickly engulfed in yellow-orange light. When he opened his eyes, he was standing in the passage again, looking at himself, Prussia, Germany, and Italy look around.

And here this one shall end! EEEEEE, I got to mention Christie characters! Nyaaah, I love her work~! Well, sorry if I don't get anymore done, I still have a small headache. Well, see ya! Bye-bye~!