It was a very old closet.

America glanced at his watch with annoyance as he tapped his foot impatiently. Turning to stare into the room, he finally decided to hurry England up.

"Dude, exactly how long is this gonna take?" He shouted into the room as the rustling of things sounded in the background.

"I'll be done when you stop rushing me. " Poking his head out of the room, England scoffed. "It's not going to make this any easier you know."

America rolled his eyes.

"How hard can it be to find a suit?!" He challenged with a raised brown. "Besides, we're just going for a dinner."

"At that frog's place." England returned the eye roll. "Now if you actually want to leave my house for that dinner, then shut your trap and wait patiently." Turning to walk back to his room, England suggested.

"Or, I could help you with your pointless struggle." America replied as he followed the Brit into his room, "All your clothes in that pathetic closet look the same anyway-"

He stopped in his track when he found himself in front of a room full of clothes. Now that he thought of it, he had never seen England's closet before. It wasn't, in fact, a normal closet. It was a built in closet the size of a large room.

"You were saying?" Satisfied with the reaction he received, England leaned against the wall and asked smugly.

"I-it's not that big." America quickly stuttered, staggering back to support his stand. "I bet half of your closet is filled with the same clothes anyway."

"Well then why don't you take a look yourself?" He challenged as he pointed to the closet, 'inviting' the other in. "Unless, you're too ashamed to just admit that I have a much better fashion sense and closet than yours."

"Oh, we'll see." Accepting the challenge almost immediately, America grinned confidently and almost marched into the closet, joining England. "My awesome fashion sense will get you the right suit in no time."

"How about this one?" America asked, pulling a sky blue shirt out of the cramped rack. Without bothering to even turn and look, England shook his head. "I'm not wearing that."

"But you didn't even look!" America protested, holding the poor neglected shirt up. "Dude the color is perfect! It fits my eyes too-"

"We are looking for clothes that suit me." England interrupted with a disbelieving sigh.

"Oh, then do you want a gree-"

"Do you base all your clothes on eye colour?" England finally turned to face America, his expression questioning America's self-proclaimed fashion sense.

Speechless to England's question, America stared pouting at England for a few moments before swiftly stuffing the shirt back into the pile. What a very unappreciative Brit who couldn't understand his brilliant taste for clothes. Oh well, his lost.

Looking back at the rows of clothes in front of him, England couldn't help but smile a little at America's childish display; he swear, the moron's mental age never did go above 15.

Just as he was about to reach out to run through the rack in front of him, another shirt was shoved right in front of him, the bright pink hurting his eye a little. "You have to try this." Having regained his enthusiasm in the blink of an eye, America waved the hot pink shirt in his hand, his eyes literally sparkling with anticipation.

… Oh lord, why did he even buy that shirt in the first place? In fact, he remembered regretting it so much that he hid the shirt in the rack hidden behind the closet door… England almost immediately turned to look at the closet door, which was now tightly shut.

Knowing the implication of that, he sighed again. "Say… Did you close that door?" He asked, pointing to the closet's closed door.

Following the direction England was pointing, America glanced at the door before giving the latter a nod. "Yeah, it was blocking the racks at the back, so I had to close it for a better look. I can't believe you have this kind of shirt hidden back there though-"

"The door can't be opened from the inside." England cut into the American's sentence calmly.

"…What?"

"You've just dumbly locked the both of us in the closet," England rolled his eyes and folded his arms. "Good job, hero."

"… Aww come on!"

How the hell was he supposed to know about the door?!

America sat on the somewhat spacious ground, grumpily staring at England as the other continued looking for a suitable shirt for the evening. He had tried calling the other countries for help with his phone, but for a closet the size of a normal room, the signal strength was pathetic.

Tired of waving his phone around to detect non-existent signal, America grumbled as he tossed his useless phone on a pile of clothes. "Dude…Why would anyone get a door that only opens only from one side?"

"Under normal circumstances," England explained, giving the male a glance before looking back into his clothes, "I cannot imagine the need for anything to walk out of my closet. Of course, I most definitely did not expect to be locked in."

"Now there's no way we're getting to France's place in time." Hearing the latter's reply and seeing no use in arguing, America sighed and leaned back, sinking into the racks of clothes behind him. He was just about to start complaining about things in his mind when he noticed a specific piece of clothing that stood out from the rest. Standing back up, he turned to the rack and flipped through it, pulling the said clothing out.

It was a child sized dark green cloak, kept in a plastic cover. Unzipping the cover and taking it out, he was a little surprised to find that the cloak was well kept. Old, but very well kept.

"Hey," He called, getting England's attention as he held the cape out. "Is this yours?"

Stopping what he was doing, England looked up, saw the cloak, and smiled a little. So there's where he kept it, almost thought he lost that little thing. "Of course it's mine. Why would it be sitting in my closet if it's not?"

"Well… I don't know. You might have the habit of keeping other people's clothes." America shrugged with a cheeky grin. "I have the rights to doubt someone who uses one-way doors."

"Why you little…" England felt his eye twitch in annoyance. "Why don't you come here and see if it hurts to be beaten up by the person who uses one-way doors?"

"Anyway, you mean you wore this when you were young or something?" Changing the topic to a less violent one, America asked, throwing glances between the cloak and England in disbelief. He just couldn't quite imagine England in this since, well… "How do you even look like when you're young? Was your eyebrows this big then?"

A clothes hanger flew at America the moment he finished his sentence. Slow to react, he took a direct head shot, resulting in him swearing as he knelt down in pain, covering his sore forehead. The culprit, England, grinned proudly. That'll teach the git for making fun of his eyebrows. "That childish remark aside," he folded his arms, " I did wear that when I was young. Green helps me blend in with the forests. The animals like it too."

…Animals?

"Wait, wait a moment right there." America said, raising a hand up. "You… Talk to animals when you're young?" He asked, giving England the look.

"As a matter of fact, yes." England scoffed. "You know, animals make lovely friends and great listeners, unlike some idiot I know who locked us in the closet."

"… Closet aside…" America ignored the sarcasm, more interested in England's early past. "How was it like when you were young?" He asked, sitting down again and looking up at England like a curious five year old. The latter found it a little hard to ignore America's anticipating stare. So sighing, he sat down in front of the American and started the story telling.

Okay so finishing two stories at once was quite the big thing for me, and for a while, i was lost on what to do next. But here I am, writing a story again after so long. This one will be less dramatic and more on the casual side, and I hope you guys will like it.

I'm starting a Sci-Fi story next, and man I'm excited.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and hello once again, I am back ^^
(which might or might not be bad news. *cough*)