AN: Okay, guys. This is the latest chapter. I'll probably start updating a chapter a week, publishing it by Sunday. This one's longer than the last one, so I hope you'll enjoy it.
Again, I do NOT own Hetalia or the characters!
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England grimaced, narrowing his eyes. "It's past midnight here, you ass! Why are you picking my lock with a…" The beyond-upset man glanced at the paperclip in America's hand. "A paper clip! What the hell?!"
The American waved his demand away. "Dude, it's like, 9 P.M. at my place. And as for the paper clip…" He carelessly threw the paper clip behind him, shrugging, "I saw it in movies! I just wanted to see if it actually worked- but that'd be so cool if it did! I would be like a super-cool secret agent guy!"
The British country closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, trying to keep his anger in check. "Look...America...why on earth was it so important to break into my house? Why didn't you go bother Canada, or Mexico?! Some people actually want to sleep here!"
The American rolled his eyes. "Uh, because I saw this awesome ad for a game show in your country." He reached into the right side of his jeans pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. America then unwrapped it and gave it to England. "I found it in my inbox- nice, right? It's one day only, and I think it already started, but there's no ending time."
Grumbling, the Englishman snatched it from America's hold and read over it.
METUS
THE GREAT GAME SHOW!
Rated #1 in all of Great Britain
Showtimes: Jan. Wednesday 22- 10:00 PM to ?
Riverside Bldg, County Hall, Westminster Bridge Rd, London
One day only!
"This is nonsense," The Brit claimed, dismissively, "number one in the country? I've never even heard of this show. If you found it in your email, it must be spam."
America's face fell. "Oh, but I thought that you could-"
"Look, America," England cut him short, "I'm sorry you came here for nothing, but really, I have absolutely no idea what this is. I've had a long night and you did too. Go home and sleep." He started to close the door, but America's foot stuck through the opening.
"Come on, England, just...just come and check the address out with me, please?" The teenager's eyes lit up once more, and his lip quivered slightly, as if to make the Englishman change his mind.
He shouldn't have. He really, really, shouldn't have. But, his curiosity overwhelmed England. Perhaps it was the sleep-deprived state he was in, or maybe the "screw it" attitude he had at this hour, but, nevertheless, the British country finally obliged. "I'm going to change into some outing clothes," England sighed, and opened the door wider. "You're welcome to come in, until I'm done changing."
Grinning, the American fist-pumped and stepped into his house. "I'd knew you'd come to your senses!"
The Englishman shut the door behind them, ran up his stairs, and went into his bedroom. "Don't you dare touch anything!" England yelled behind the closed door.
America grinned, pondering if he should mess up some of England's stuff just to anger him. He looked around the Brit's home. It was considerably large for one man. From the doorway, he could see the speckled-marble floor leading to the doorway of the back porch. On the right side of the doorway was a spacey-size for a kitchen, and on the left side was the wooden plank floors of his living room. The room on the left side of the American was a sitting room, with comfortable black leather sofas and a baby grand piano from Steinway. To the right of him looked like England's office, with a crescent-shaped table and an office chair placed inside the crescent's arch. There was no ceiling where America stood, giving him a full view of the upstairs. The wooden staircase curled up to what looked like a roundabout of rooms. There were about 8 rooms in total- though America was pretty sure some of them were just closets.
Just as the American was wondering if he should save up for a bigger place than his condo, England came hurrying down the stairs. "Alright, I'm ready." England said with a nod. He reached for the coat rack by the door and grabbed a woolly, tan trenchcoat.
"Fancy," America commented. England shot him a look as if to say, don't push it.
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"So where's this place again?" The Brit asked, as they walked towards his car, a white BMW.
"Riverside Building, County Hall, Westminster Bridge Road, London." The American answered. "Do you know where that is?"
"Westminster Bridge Road.." England repeated, "that's the London Eye, isn't it?"
"That's your famous ferris wheel, right?" America started to get into the car, but was stopped by a look from the Englishman. "What?"
"You're driving, then?"
The American looked at seat. It had a driving wheel. "Oh, oh, right. Wrong side- I still call shotgun!"
The Brit rolled his eyes, barely containing a smirk. "You're the only one here, idiot." They exchanged spots and got into the BMW. England started the car, and soon enough, they were on the road.
It looked barely like morning. It was still dark- the only source of light was the lampposts they drove by. It cast an orangish light over and over, flickering on and off as they rode past them.
"So, the London Eye, eh?" England questioned again.
"Yeah, if that's where the Westminster road is."
The British country snorted. "It seems like a stupid place to hold a game show. There's not really enough room, anyway."
America only shrugged. An awkward silence fell over them. The American tried to keep up the conversation. "So...a BMW?" He whistled appreciatively. "And that house of yours; it's pretty huge, dude."
"Hm." England grunted proudly. "I apologize if I have more class than you."
The teenage boy grinned. "Is that a challenge? I could afford that if I wanted!"
"A challenge it is, then." The Englishman declared, smiling now.
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After awhile, the countries could finally see the famous landmark. Standing boldly at 443 feet, the wheel flashed lights up and down the spokes of its wheel. All 32 passenger capsules were dead still. England drove to the edge of the curb and stopped the car. "There's nothing here, America." he commented, impatience creeping up into his voice.
America stared through the windshield. He then opened the car door and walked out towards the ferris wheel.
"H-Hey, America! Come back!" England called.
The American scanned his surroundings. The park was dark and abandoned. "There's supposed to be something here," he muttered.
In an agitated groan, the Englishman clambered out of his BMW and rushed over to the American. "I can't park here; I'm going to get a ticket!"
America ignored the complaining Brit, as he inspected the London Eye closer. The teenager climbed over the small gate, despite England's protests. He was now standing by the capsule, the one closest to the ground. America couldn't explain it well, but somehow, he felt entranced by the capsule. It gave off a suspicious aura that filled him with nervous energy.
"Oi! America!"
The American turned and looked over his shoulder. The English country was stumbling over the fence, hurrying to his side. "Bloody hell, what's gotten into you?" England grumbled, "We're going to get caught, and it'll be your fault!"
"Jeez, relax, will you?" America answered coolly, still investigating the compartment. The American pressed his hands on the glass, and squinted his eyes, peering into the capsule. Through the light of the lamppost, he could make out a single word hiding in the corner of the capsule.
METUS
The teenager gasped audibly, silencing the Brit. America then grabbed England's arm, pulling him towards the glass screen. He pointed at the words.
"What is it?" The Englishman snapped. "I don't see anything!"
"Look," America hissed, "it says Metus. The name of the game show. Coincidence, much?"
After squinting for a few seconds, England could finally make out the words: METUS. He gawked at it. It couldn't have been a coincidence. "I-I've never seen those words when I rode the London Eye," the British country stammered.
America tried the handle. Amazingly enough, it budged, opening with an eerie creak. "Whoa," the American mouthed. "Cool." He pulled it open wider and stepped inside the capsule. Once inside, he gestured for the Brit to come in.
England hesitated, but once again, his curiosity willed him to follow America. He stepped inside, much to the American's delight. The door shut behind them, but both personifications disregarded it. England walked over to the words, contemplating what it meant. The Englishman smoothed his fingers over them, frowning in concentration. "What a strange name," he murmured, "Metus."
"Does Metus, like, own this capsule?" America wondered out loud. "Is the game show supposed to be in here, or-"
Suddenly, the capsule jerked to the side, causing the countries to topple over each other.
"Ow," England growled. "You're on me, idiot. Get off!" America rolled off the irate British country and sauntered to his feet.
As if on cue, the capsule jerked again, but this time, in an upwards motion. Stumbling, the American caught a hold on one of the seats, stabling himself. "What the hell?" he managed, bewildered. This time, the capsule kept its motion, speeding faster and faster.
The Brit was still huddled on the floor, clutching his stomach. "Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick."
America glanced at the window. He couldn't see the ground anymore. All he could see was a blur of lights, like the headlights of cars barreling down the highway. The lights sped up until the whole window was draped in an orangey light. "England," he whispered, feeling lightheaded. "I think the ferris wheel's moving."
The Englishman didn't answer. The teenager tried speaking again, but couldn't so much as wheeze out a sound. The American liked amusement rides- the faster, the better! But this certain ride didn't mix well with his stomach, nor his head. This ride was not cool at all. He collapsed on the spot, his mind spinning out of control. The world blurred around him. Finally, the darkness settled in.
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AN: So, how was it? Cliffhanger, I know- I'll be doing that often. Could I ask for more reviews, pretty please? This is my first time writing on , so some supportive tips would be appreciative. Next chapter will be up next Sunday, or possibly sooner! ouo"