After we decided that France and I would go check out the source of the crash for america's sake, we headed down stairs only to find that there was nothing broken or knocked over. We searched the entirety of the house a couple times before we decided to split up. I searched the first floor and the basement while he searched the second and third floor. (Yes the crash was from downstairs)
Getting sick of a room is very easy if you are trying to find something in it for the fifth time, I'll tell you behind or under the same things over and over again. It's not even like the basements that big. I was stuck there searching a small ass room for what seemed like eternity, but I doubt it was any more than a couple minutes.
"Hey, Flying Mint Bunny? Do you see anything suspicious?" I sighed remembering that I didn't bring my friend with me to this meeting. I thought about calling Flying Mint Bunny with the magic room I built here when America was a colony. It then finally dawned on me that the crash came from the magic room. Why did I have to be so stupid sometimes?
Once I remembered where I hid the magic room from chibi America, I strolled over the the kitchen where I pulled one of the loose boards off of the wall with some effort. Behind the board was a small wooden square chest that looked like it would fall apart it it was opened. Grabbing the lid, I pulled open the chest revealing a small silver key. Swiftly grabbing the key from the inside of the box, I slid the silver into my pocket.
I traveled back downstairs into the basement, switched on the light, and cursed when I saw that the rug the magic room was hidden under wasn't here anymore.
I jumped as I heard the door open behind me. "Hey Britain dude, Why did you take so long? France is already up. Gilbird knocked over Tony's whatcha call it."
"I was just looking for your magi- I was… I-"I stammered before getting interrupted
"Whatevs Iggy. So I was wondering if you could cast a spell to make me turn into a big super overpowered hero. What do you think?"
"Or I could cast a spell to see why he has a coma." I practically begged because of my failed results last time.
"Naw, I kinda lost the magic room last time I used it." Blush creped on America's face.
"First off, If you lost it why did you ask me to cast a spell. Second off, you don't have magic in you. Third off, How do you lose a magic room?" As I said this America put this really cute- I mean annoying pouty face on.
"I- um… Shut up. Let's just back up stairs into Canadia-dudes room." Pulling me up the stairs by my wrist, America tripped over a step, sending us both towards the ground. I hit the hard floor with a loud thud, knocking all the breath out of me. America landed soon after, ramming hard into my leg. Wincing in pain, I pushed America off me, who still hadn't gotten over the fall and was pretty daised. Once I got up I glared at America who was slowly getting up as well.
"You are such a bloody git. You have no sense of general direction, you might as well be a headless chicken!" I didn't mean for my words to come out so harsh, they just came out.
"Ha come on dude, I tripped over your foot. It is definitely your fault." America smirked. I was so glad he didn't take offence to that.
"If you weren't dragging me we wouldn't have been to close. It was like you were a little kid pulling your brother to show him a cool new toy. Wait, I thought you hated me?" America's sad puppy face made me regret saying that. He looked like a little golden retriever who was refused a meal. (author: My golden retriever would look like the saddest thing ever if we was refused a meal. No he is not fat)
"Y-you think I hate you? What would give you that Idea? I lo- Nevermind… Let's just go upstairs." America didn't even wait for me before he started to walk. I had to run a couple steps to catch up with him.
When we entered the room all the countries attention turned on us. "Look who finally showed up. We were just talking about you!" Russia beamed when everyone else failed to say anything.
"Uh… Russia… You didn't have to say that." The only thing on my mind then was Shit. What are they talking about.
"Ve~ Once this weird shadowy thing came in the room, everyone started saying that you cast a spell on Canada." Italy cheerfully stated while spinning around in a rolly chair. I started to frantically put all the pieces together, finding one.
"Before we get into the topic of who did it, what did the shadow creature look like and what did it do. Is it still in here now?" I ask faster and more anxiously than intended.
"Well when it came in we Switzerland tried to kill the creature but the bullet went right through him and hit the wall. ("aww dude") That pissed the creature off so he launched himself at poor Switzerland and now he won't wake up." France pointed at a sleeping Switzerland sprawled out on the floor.
"Wait, does that mean Canada has a demon thing inside him too?" America turned towards his limp brother laying almost lifelessly on the guest bed.