While Belarus was examining her room, America moved to his room and began unloading his suitcases. Everything seemed normal until he opened the suitcase full of clothes, "what the hell, where did these holes come from?"
He took out all of his clothes, finding that half of them had been torn to shreds. 'Belarus,' he thought. He put all of the damaged ones into one pile to get rid of, then put the untouched ones into his closet.
He then moved onto another suitcase, but once again there was a problem, "my candy too?!" He screamed.
Belarus sat on the large bed in her room, smiling as she listened to his anguish through the door. 'Maybe this won't be so horrible after all, as long as I can torment him a little. Speaking of which...' Belarus reached into her dress for her phone, but then remembered it was broken.
'Right... guess I am not prank calling Lithuania today.' Belarus stared out of the glass doors to the front yard, showing a perfect view of the fountain and eastern sky. 'A perfect room for watching the sunrise.'
She then looked over at a clock on the wall, showing that it was a little after 2:00. 'If I'm getting this tour then that dumbass needs to hurry up.'
A couple minutes later, Belarus decided to walk downstairs and wait for him there. As she was walking down the stairs, however, she looked to her right to find Tony sitting on a couch.
'He can't get away now,' she thought as she crept up behind him and unsheathed a knife. As she raised it above her head, she was interrupted by America coming down the stairs. "Yo Belarus, cutting up my clothes is not cool bro."
Belarus put her knife away and walked back to the main room just as America reached the bottom of the stairs. America crossed his arms and frowned at her, "well?"
Belarus kept a straight face as she looked up at him. "You deserved it." The two stared at each other for a couple seconds before America sighed in defeat, knowing that was the only answer he would get out of her.
"Alright then, let's get this tour started!" He yelled, startling Belarus with the change in attitude. "So do you want to start inside or outside?"
"Inside," she answered. "Cool, follow me then," he said as he skipped to the room to their right, where Belarus just was when she was trying to murder Tony.
"So this is the study room, it's got all the books you can ever want!" America yelled, causing an echo to resound through the large room.
Belarus looked around in amazement at all the books, she hadn't noticed it before when she was stalking Tony, but now that she had it was absolutely marvelous.
"I know, right?" America agreed with Belarus' expression. "I have books, documents, even music sheets dating all the way back to before I was a country. So if you wanna learn about some part of my awesome history, then this is the place."
As Belarus looked around the entire room, America took the time to observe what Tony was reading. "Dude, that's the fifth time you've read that book, you already know all there is to know about quantum physics."
Tony ignored him and continued reading the book. "Well alright then," America said as he moved away from Tony to check on what Belarus was doing.
Belarus stood in a corner of the study, looking over rows and rows of books and papers. America moved over to her and looked at what she was looking at specifically, seeing that she was transfixed to a peculiar gap in the row of books.
"There's a book missing," she stated. America looked at the numbers on the shelf under the books, and it was true, number 1 was missing.
"Oh, that was just some random book from a long time ago, if I remember correctly it got burnt to a crisp in the War of 1812," he explained.
"Oh," Belarus said as she moved away from the books. "I'm ready to continue the tour now."
"Alright, off to the next room!" America declared as he sped through the doorway. Belarus followed him back to the foyer and through to the other side.
When she entered the room, she looked at the multiple chairs and bar, meaning that this must be a lounge.
"Aren't you underage?" She asked him.
"Huh? Oh yeah, the bar is mainly for when I invite Prussia and Denmark... or God forbid Iggy," he explained.
"You're drinking laws are stupid," Belarus stated. America nodded his head in agreement, "yeah, I know."
"Anyway, the next room then," he said as he opened a side door that led to a long hallway with an adjacent hallway at the end. A single door was on the left of the hallway, with the word "restroom" carved into the door.
When they got to the end of the hall, Belarus looked both ways, the left leading to an open room between an identical hallway, and the right leading to white double doors on the right and a brown door on the left.
America turned to the right and went to the double doors, opening them to reveal a music room, with different kinds of string, brass, and woodwind instruments along the walls and stands on the ground. In the center of the room was the main instrument, a large black grand piano.
America smiled happily as he shifted over to a guitar and picked it up, strumming it as he prepared to play something. He cringed, however, when one of the strings sounded off-key. "Well, that's not right."
As he took a seat and began tuning the guitar, Belarus brushed her hand along the keys of the piano. "Do you know how to play all of these?" She asked.
America looked up from the guitar to her. "Most, though I'm best at string instruments," he said as he strummed the now tuned instrument.
"Ah, well that's... cool," she struggled to compliment. America didn't seem to notice, because he just smiled at her and continued playing his guitar.
"You like rock music right? If you want I can teach you how to play some of those instruments," he offered.
"No thank you," she refused. America just shrugged as he strummed the guitar again, "your loss ya big party pooper."
Belarus scowled at him, "I think I would like to move on now." America stopped strumming and set the guitar down, "yeah, you're right, we still got so much to go through."
America then stood up and walked out of the room with Belarus, before taking a left to go to the large room.
Belarus looked back to the right of the hallway, seeing a door all the way at the end. "Wait, what about the room down this way?"
America turned around with a apologetic smile. "Sorry but we can't go in that room, it's the storage room and it is very dirty. Maybe I can show you if I get around to cleaning it."
"Oh, ok then," she said as she looked away from the hall and followed America. She kept looking back, however, for the forbidden room had peaked her curiosity.
'Dirty?' A voice questioned from inside America's head. "Well it's technically true," America responded.
The two nations exited the hallway and ended up in an open room with doors in every direction. She already knew where two paths went, so that left only two more to explore.
"So this is the center of the mansion, I don't really know what room to make this so I just keep it as a crossroads between all the other rooms. Keeps it simple y'know?"
Belarus didn't respond, but agreed that it's good to keep it open, without it this place would be a maze.
"So which direction do you want to go?" He asked. Belarus looked to her right, seeing part of a large table through the door frame, then forward, seeing a hallway exactly the same as where they came from.
"Forward."
The two made their way down the hall, which was identical to the other one, with a bathroom down an adjacent hall that connected to what Belarus believed was the study.
America turned to the left and opened another pair of double doors, but these ones were brown and very old-fashioned looking. Rather than another room, the opened doors revealed large stone steps leading down into a dark void.
"Welcome to my evil lair!" America joked as he raised an arm to present the room. Belarus was unamused to say the least, she couldn't even bring herself to show her regular annoyed expression.
"..."
"...Sorry."
Belarus silently walked past him and briskly went down the steps into the darkness.
"~Wow America, thanks for being such an awesome host and making this tour so fun.~
~No problem Belarus, it's my pleasure and duty as your host and friend,~" America grumpily acted out as he stomped down the stairs after her.
As America reached the bottom step, he accidentally bumped into the back of Belarus due to it being pitch black. Belarus calmly cocked her arm forward and elbowed him in the gut.
America wheezed and hunched over as he tried to catch his breath. "T-that wa— was unneeded."
He then slowly stood back up and reached for the light switch, turning on multiple rows of lights that revealed the large stone room's contents. There were shelves upon shelves of hundreds of bottles of wine.
"I think it's pretty obvious to you that this is the cellar/basement. There are separate rooms full of stuff like food and drinks."
Belarus walked over to one of the shelves and took out a bottle of wine, with the name "Lafitte" and the remarkably old date of 1787.
"1787? How does someone who can't even drink have a wine from so long ago?" she asked. America took the bottle she was holding and caressed it fondly, recollecting some pleasant memories.
"This was given to me by an old friend... and a father of some sorts. A founding father to be exact."
Belarus stayed silent, listening intently for him to continue.
"I don't know if you know him, but his name was Thomas Jefferson, and he really loved his wine. I think one of these got sold at an auction for like, 157,000."
America eyed the bottle for a little while longer before putting it back in the shelf. He then walked further through the cellar, remembering all the times that the wines came from.
As America wandered off into his own world, Belarus went deeper into the cellar, passing the doors that lead to the preserved foods and stuff. As she came to the end of the room, she found a strange copper-colored contraption with gauges and pipes connected to big containers.
"What is this?" She asked. America looked over at her from half a room away and quickly moved over to look at it. "That's a distillery. Specifically a moonshine distillery," he explained as he winked at her.
"What is moonshine?" She asked him. America chuckled to himself as he remembered the trouble this rust bucket brought him. "Let's just say that it makes most alcohols look like water."
Belarus raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"
"Well in a nutshell it's an extremely strong alcohol... it's also illegal, so don't make it," America whispered the last part, despite being alone.
"If it's so strong then what proof is it?" she asked.
"Uhhhh... well if I remember correctly they can be anywhere from 63 to 190," he said.
Belarus was slightly surprised, but it wasn't anything she hadn't seen. "I've had vodka higher than that."
America shrugged, "well yeah, the strongest alcohol in the world is a vodka... but moonshine can run a car... that's when you know you're dealing with some crazy shit."
For the next couple minutes, Belarus and America argued over whether vodka or moonshine was superior. When neither of them yielded to the others opinion, they gave up and left the cellar to continue the tour.
America closed the cellar doors behind them and opened the door in front of him, leading to a large kitchen.
The room had every appliance you could think of, not only that, but there were two of some things, like double ovens and sinks.
There was also a small, circular table on the side, most likely for when America is eating breakfast.
In the middle of the room there was a very large island currently covered in some empty plates of what was once food. Obviously Tony has been in here earlier.
On the back side of the kitchen was a glass window leading to the back porch. Belarus moved over to the door and looked out, seeing a very large, flat plain of grass. A little way from the porch was a large pool, with what looked like something moving in it.
As she looked closer, she realized that there was a... whale?! "Um, America I think there's something in your pool."
America barely acknowledged what was so strange about that. "Yeah, that's just whale dude."
Belarus deadpanned at him, he was just too weird. As she turned around to move somewhere else in the kitchen, she accidentally tapped something with her foot.
She looked down to find two empty food bowls, one was labeled 'Hero,' and the other was 'Unicorn.'
'Unbelievable.'
She looked back up and began walking around, coming up to a small door. She assumed that it was probably a pantry, confirming it as she opened the door to find shelves of canned and packaged foods.
She closed the door and moved to the doorway between the kitchen and the next room as she waited for America, but when she turned around he was putting Tony's dirty dishes in the sink.
America looked up to see an impatient Belarus staring at him. "Oh, you can go on ahead I'm just gonna wash these dishes real quick, it should only take a couple minutes."
Before he could even finish the sentence, she was already gone. She walked through the dining room, with its incredibly long table and dozens of chairs. It looked like you could hold an entire meeting in here.
The wall to the left of the table was nothing but glass windows and doors, giving Belarus a better view of his porch and backyard. She now could see a flower bed and some trees off in the distance.
She looked back at America, who had paused his dishwashing to scold Tony about leaving out the dishes with a guest around.
She realized that he would probably take longer than a few minutes, so she took the time to go over the rooms she's been in so far.
They strolled through the foyer and took a right to go back to the study. As she entered she instantly went back over to the shelf with the missing book.
Belarus picked up the second book on the shelf and opened it, expecting it to be some random book written by some crappy American author.
It was technically true, it was written by a crappy American author, but Belarus never expected it to be written by The crappy American author, Alfred F. Jones.
The book appeared to be a journal, with dates ranging from 1776 - 1850. Each page had America's thoughts about policies, events, and his experiences during that time, but it seemed more like a history textbook than a journal.
She put the book back and checked the one next to it. The journal was exactly the same, but recorded the dates between 1850 - 1900.
The trend continued for another 3 books, but the last one appeared to only be about two-fifths of the way written, obviously since 2020 is only two-fifths to 2050.
After that, there were multiple empty books, preparing for the future centuries of his country. The fact that the first book was the only one missing made her even more curious, if it got destroyed in the War of 1812, then how did the one from 1776 survive. Surely America would try to save an already completed book over one that had only about 36 years recorded in it.
Belarus realized she had spent quite a while looking at the books, so she started heading back to the kitchen. She exited through the side door of the study, leading to a hallway directly connected to the kitchen.
She opened the door and walked into the kitchen to discover America and Tony talking to each other at the small round table.
America looked up from Tony at her. "Oh you're back, sorry about taking so long, Tony and I got a little sidetracked. Did you know there might be life on Venus?"
Belarus stared at him blankly, obviously someone didn't have the same love for science.
"Wow... I thought you would be more excited about that," He said dejectedly.
"How can you be excited by that? You're talking about this with an actual alien," she pointed out.
"Well yeah, but come on... it's ALIENS!" He loudly argued.
"Ok fine, whatever, let's just go," she said as she marched through the kitchen door to the dining room.
America looked to Tony and shrugged before standing up and following Belarus. When he entered the dining room, Belarus had already opened the door and walked into the next room.
America sped up and entered after her, where he found her standing in the center of the room and looking around at the size of it.
"This is the living room, you got all sorts of video games, movies, and tv shows to watch. So if you're bored then this is the place to go," he announced as he jumped onto a large leather couch.
Belarus glanced at him for a second before looking away to examine the rest of the room. She looked out of a sliding glass door that led to another part of the backyard, showing an even better view of the flowers and trees, which stretched on as far as the eye could see.
"Don't worry, I'll show you the outside soon, we only have the third floor now," America assured.
Belarus ignored him and narrowed her eyes at the flowers. She knew them from somewhere, but... where?
America raised an eyebrow at Belarus' analyzing gaze, so he got up from the couch and looked out of the glass as well.
He had no clue what had gotten her attention, but decided not to ignore it, so he slid the door open and led her out.
America followed her as she passed him and walked over to a bed of yellow flowers. She crouched down in the grass and stared at them, confirming that they were something she'd seen before.
"Aren't these the national flower of that cat shit bastard?" She asked.
America gave her a puzzled look. "You mean Lithuania?"
"Sure, whatever."
"Well then yes, anyone who stays here gets a plot of land to plant whatever they want... except for Tony... he tried planting some weird alien fruit."
He then pointed out toward the tree line behind the flowers. "Those trees are all maple trees planted by my bro a long time ago. Then behind those are tomatoes planted by Romano, then Iggy's Tudor roses."
Belarus raised her head as she suddenly remembered the scribbled out name. "Wait, so England is the crossed out name?"
America let out a hearty laugh as he remembered England's complaints. "Yeah, he kept whining about something being in his room. It must have been another one of his fairies or something because I never saw it."
"Coming from the guy with a food bowl for a unicorn," Belarus mumbled.
"Huh?" America asked in confusion.
"Nothing," she grumbled as she marched back to the house. As she neared the porch, however, she was interrupted when something bumped into her side.
She spun around as she winded her hand back, ready to punch America, but stopped when she came face to face with a big, white circle.
The circle moved forward and nudged her again. "Seems like he likes you," America pointed out.
Belarus didn't move and just stared at what she remembered was the whale from the pool. "Well don't be rude, pet him," he encouraged.
Belarus sneered at him, but placed a hand on the whale's face and slowly rubbed it back and forth.
The whale happily sang a whale song to their new friend, but Belarus covered her ears since it was incredibly loud.
America chuckled at the interaction before walking over and lifting the whale back into the water. The whale looked up sadly at their owner, which crushed America with guilt.
"I'm sorry whale dude, I wish we could stay but I need to go show her the rest of the house," he apologized as he pet the whale and kissed its forehead.
He then stood back up and spun around, but stopped when he looked at Belarus' weirded out face.
"What?!" He flushed with embarrassment as he put his hands on his hips.
"You seem... close... with your pets," she said.
America crossed him arms and looked down as he mumbled, "I'm just a good owner. It's not my fault you're the type of person to taxidermy a dog for peeing in the house."
"What was that?!" Belarus snapped.
"Nothing," America said defiantly.
"What. Did. You. Say?" she asked again, though it sounded like more of a demand.
"Nothiiiing," he said very childishly.
"Tell me," she ordered as a dark aura began enveloping her. America remained quiet, but he was starting to get a little nervous as she moved closer to
"Tell me," she repeated menacingly as she pulled out the knife he bought her and raised it above her head.
"Whoa, ok, just calm down,"America said as he put his hands out in front of him. "I was just saying it's unfair to judge me when you don't seem like you would be good at it."
Belarus gasped in offense, "how dare you, I'm great with pets!" She then chucked the knife at his head, which he narrowly ducked under.
Belarus then tried to dive at him, but was blasted out of the way with a stream of water. Belarus landed on the ground and sat up as she shook the water off herself. "My dress!"
America looked over to the source of the water, finding an angry whale dude ready to shoot her again.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed hysterically.
Belarus blushed madly as she stood up. "S-Shut up!"
America wiped away the tears as he continued laughing. "Hahaha, you're adorable when you're pouty."
Belarus' face got 5 shades darker before breaking out into a run toward him, causing him to instantly stop laughing.
"Wait! Nonononono-" America pleaded as she pushed him with full force, sending him flying back into the pool.
Whale dude instantly dived down into the pool to make sure their owner was ok, finding him angrily sitting at the bottom of the pool. He really didn't like his bomber jacket getting wet.
He then looked over at his whale before giving them a big smirk. He was gonna get revenge and it was gonna be awesome.
It had been over a minute now and he still hadn't come to the surface. She wouldn't say she was concerned, quite the opposite actually, but it would be an inconvenience if her host died in the middle of a tour.
She walked over to the edge of the pool and peered down into it, but jumped back when a pair of bright blue eyes popped out of the water in front of her.
The two stared at each other silently for a good minute before America shot out of the pool screaming, "attaaaaack!!!!"
Belarus now realized that he was carrying his whale over his shoulder like a giant gun.
'Oh shit!' She thought as he smirked and pointed the whale's blowhole at her. Before she could even react she got blasted in the face with another stream of water, knocking her over from the force.
Belarus quickly stood up and began running away as America chased her around the yard. "This isn't funny you bastard!"
"I disagree, this is hilarious!" He laughed as he hit her with more water. Belarus ran around a little more before sprinting inside the house and locking all the back doors.
America set whale dude down as Belarus flipped him off from behind a glass door. He then walked up to the door and pressed his face to it.
"You think house will save you?" He said in a eerily good Russian accent. Belarus in turn stuck out her tongue before running farther into the house.
America picked up whale dude and put him back in the pool before looking for a way in, his eyes shimmering with an evil glint as he saw the second floor balcony, the balcony to his room.
He ran to a nearby pillar and took off his jacket before wrapping it around the pillar and grabbing both sleeves. He then began using it to slowly walk up the pillar under the balcony.
As he reached the second floor, he quickly took off some of the wet clothes he didn't need, like his shoes, socks, and jacket, and left them on the sunny balcony.
America then slid the glass door open and ran through his room before unlocking his door and running into the house.
As Belarus ran around the house, slipping slightly from her wet shoes, she paused in the foyer before looking up the stairs to find America smiling down at her.
She quickly slipped off her shoes and chucked them at him... they were slowing her down anyway... then ran to the bar. As she grabbed one of the chairs and set it under the doorknob, the whole door shook on its frame as America slammed into it.
"What's wrong Bela, are you scared?" He taunted.
"Of course not, how could I be scared of the idiot that can't even say my name right?" She said as she placed more furniture in front of the door.
'Why is this giving me a sense of déjà vu?' She thought.
"Reeaaally? Well if I'm an idiot then what does that make you?" He teased.
"What are you talking about?" She questioned.
"It seems you've forgotten that almost every room has two entrances," he whispered into the door.
Belarus' breath caught in her throat as she snapped her head to the right, finding another door with no barricades whatsoever.
She quickly ran over to it and swung it open as she ran out of the room. As she ran down the hall, she prayed that America wasn't already at the other end waiting for her.
When she got to the end, she quickly looked to her left, but didn't see him anywhere. She slowly came to a stop and listened for footsteps, the situation getting increasingly more tense as she heard nothing.
Suddenly, the door leading to the living room swung open to show America with an armful of water balloons.
"Sorry for taking so long, I had to go grab some ammo."
Belarus slowly backed up as she planned her next move. "How did you have time to fill up all of those?" She asked as she stalled for time.
America's smile grew wider as he tossed and caught a balloon over and over. "I own this house, I know all the shortcuts."
As he raised an arm to throw the balloon at her, she quickly spun around and ran down the short hall to the center room.
She looked down the three directions as she tried to make a decision, quickly deciding on the dining room.
She ran into the room and made a dash for the kitchen, slamming the door behind her before wedging chairs under each one. When she was satisfied with the barriers, she turned around and sat down to relax, but froze when America peered at her from the glass door.
Tony... who was still at the kitchen table... shook in fear at America's dark face, obviously he had experienced this before.
Tony grabbed Belarus by the hand before removing the chair from one of the doors and opening it to a hallway. He quickly dragged her through the corridor and back to the foyer before pulling her up the stairs.
The two made it to the second floor, but Tony continued dragging her up to the third floor. As they reached the top, Belarus noticed two metal doors.
One of them was labeled "lab" while the other was left blank. Tony ran to the blank door and typed on a keypad, opening it before the two jumped in. Tony then locked the door behind him, with its many, many locks.
Belarus looked around at the room, which was full of beds, a toilet, monitors and weapons, and a big sign above the door labeled "Alfred's Panic Room."
Tony moved to the monitors and began looking through them, finding America walking up the second floor.
"Tony? This was between Bela and I, for that you're also gonna get a water balloon to the face," he threatened.
Tony shook in fear as he moved away from the cameras and clutched a picture of... Lithuania?
"Does he always do this?" Belarus asked, starting to get uncomfortable with how similar this was to her and Russia's ritual.
Tony shook his head, "no, this is only when that fucking bastard gets really competitive. What did you fucking do?!"
"I pushed him into a pool," she answered. Tony's eyes widened before he tucked himself into a ball. "We're so fucking dead."
"It's just water balloons," she reassured, but it did little to help. Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the metal door.
"Tony, that's not fair, I was gonna show her this room during the tour!" Some more slamming later, a small dent appeared on the door.
Tony quickly ran over to one of the beds and pushed it out of the way, showing a trapdoor underneath. He unlocked it and opened it, revealing a ladder going down into the darkness.
"This will take you to the first floor, now go," Tony ordered. Belarus hesitated for a second before nodding and beginning her climb down the ladder.
Tony closed the trapdoor and locked it before covering it with the bed again. As she made her way down, there was a loud bang from above as America knocked down the door.
"Tony~" America called in a sing-song tone.
"Oh for fucks sake-" Tony yelled before getting pelted in the face with a balloon.
Belarus made it to the bottom of the ladder and stood in the dark square room. She moved her hands in front of her and felt the walls, hoping to find a doorknob or something.
She touched one of the walls, but it felt different. All the other ones were made of concrete, but this one felt like wood. She felt for a doorknob, but when she couldn't find one she pushed on it instead.
The door slowly opened enough for a sliver of light to peer through, allowing her to see some of her surroundings. The wooden door she had been pushing wasn't a door at all, it was a wall.
She pushed her shoulder into it, slowly opening it more and more until the crack was large enough to squeeze through. As she made her way out, she realized that the wall she was pushing was actually the back of a bookcase, and she was currently in the study again.
Belarus pushed the bookcase back in place and walked out to find somewhere else to hide, there was a great chance America would be coming down the ladder any second now and she didn't want to stick around for it.
She walked back through the house, searching around for anywhere to hide. She moved to the center room and looked in all directions, once again having to make a decision on where to go next.
Forward would take her to the dining room, where she could go outside, but that would leave her out in the open.
Left was a good option, there was a bathroom and a cellar she could hide in, but they were close to the study.
Behind her was off, it was open, near the study, and right in front of the stairs.
That just left the right side, which was the farthest from the study, but the music room had nowhere to hide and the storage room was off limits. Wait, the storage room was off limits... so he would never think to look there.
Belarus walked down the hall and stood in front of the door. She then reached out to turn the knob, but it didn't budge.
'Oh course it's locked.' She thought. She then pulled out one of her knives and bent down to pick the lock. With some difficulty, she managed to unlock it.
As the door slowly opened, Belarus had to wave away a large plume of dust rolling out of the doorway. She then walked inside and closed the door behind her, before locking it again.
It was very dark, almost pitch black, but she knew that if she turned on a light then America would see it from under the door.
The only light source was a small amount of sunlight shining on a small stone staircase leading up to a second floor. She followed the light up the stairs, revealing another stone room full of cardboard boxes, crates, and cabinets.
All over the room were things from America's past: a striped flag with a Union Jack instead of the stars, an old world map with all the misshapen countries, a cannon, and several other old-fashioned weapons.
What intrigued her the most, however, was a small chest wedged into the corner of the room. She reached through all of the stuff and pulled the chest out into the light, getting even more curious due to the weight of it.
As she opened it, she was confused by the contents inside. There was a large headdress covered in hundreds of feathers, and a stone tomahawk with more feathers on the handle.
She took the objects out and inspected them before setting them down. She then looked back in the chest, but raised an eyebrow when it was empty.
She lifted the chest, but it still felt heavy, there was no way a small wooden box would weigh this much. Inspecting the box further, they eventually found a hole on the bottom.
After putting it up to the light, she realized that it was actually a keyhole. 'First a locked storage room, now a secret compartment in a chest, what is he hiding?'
She tried to fit a knife into the hole, but it was just too narrow, which meant that she needed the key.
After a couple minutes of waiting, she made her way back down the stairs and out of the storage room, locking it behind her before she closed the door.
As she walked through the house, she found America sitting in the kitchen again. She cautiously walked up behind him, weary of more water balloons, but stopped when America looked back at her.
"Oh hey, sorry about earlier," he apologized.
Belarus huffed as she crossed her arms. "You better be, you went completely crazy."
America blushed in embarrassment as he scratched his head. "Yeah, I guess I got a little competitive."
"A little? You punched down a metal door and terrified your alien!" She scolded.
America waved her concern away. "Don't worry about Tony, he always gets me back for it... if he didn't then I would just be abusing him, and that's not heroic at all."
Belarus glared at him, the whole experience had already reminded her of Russia already, and the mention of abuse didn't help. She really didn't like to think that her attempts at gaining his affection was abuse.
Just then, a green light flew by America's head, singeing some of his hairs. America shot his eyes to the doorway, Tony standing in it holding two laser pistols.
"Speak of the devil. Welp, gotta go!" He said as he booked it out of the room, Tony right behind him.
Belarus watched them disappear into the tree line far away in the yard, America laughing the entire time. They probably wouldn't be back for a while, which meant that this was the perfect opportunity to find that chest key.