Operation: bear plan:
Chapter 5: call the plumber
China dropped the keys. America wheeled Canada's wheelchair up to the door of the house. Kumajiro sat easy on Canada's good knee.
"Let me help you with that" Canada offered as he tried to snitch the keys from china's hand.
"No, I'm fine" china exclaimed with a hint of frustration. China forced open the front door and walked inside the large, spacy room. The taping of foots steps echoed in the house. China closed the door behind him as the three of them adventured forward toward the bedroom.
A loud crash bang came from the kitchens as a blonde, longish haired man walked out with patches of different foods on the once neat white apron.
"France?" America questioned. China looked wide eyed at France.
"Yes it is me" France bragged. The silence was suddenly interrupted with the loud clanging. England walked out of the kitchen with a bucket on his head and foot and held a pipe. All his clothes were covered in water.
"I think we have a leak" England sighed. Water slowly flooded out the kitchen door, covering the checked floor.
"I'll get the towels" America said as he walked towards the stairs was the cupboard was. China almost blew a fuse. China didn't go red he went more purple. China calmed down and put his hand to his temple.
"What happened?" china sighed. America ran to the water and dumped about eight towels on top of it. it didn't work.
"Well it started with the cooking, then France broke the tap, then France made it worse, then…" England easy cut off.
"England fully broke the tap by breaking the pipe" France added. England folded his arms and pouted with the metal pipe in his hands.
Canada looked confused. "Do you have a phone?" China asked.
"Over there" Canada pointed to the wall opposite the disaster site. China walked over to old phone and entered a number for a Plumber.
While everybody was arguing, Canada slipped his wheelchair into the kitchen to see the extent of the damage. The damage was worst the expected. The tap was not just leaking, it was raining water. Canada face palmed. How did they even get in?
"So much of dinner" England sighed. France huffed.
"Too bad, my cooking is magnific" France fluttered.
"Nothing like eating snails" England responded and rolled his eyes.
America cleared his throat. "Well… why don't we just order pizza?"
Everyone paused. China did the maths. Pizza=Italy, Italy= Germany, Italy+ Germany+ trouble, trouble= Prussia.
"No!" china yelled.
"We don't need any more idiots" china said with a huff. Everyone was confused.
The plumber came and by fixed the broken tap and all was calm at around seven. Canada was in this bed with his casted leg propped up on pillows. Canada tried to reach for a glass of water that was sitting on his side table. With one last pull; Canada almost fell face first of the bed and onto the floor if America hadn't been there to save him.
"Are you ok?" America asked and he pulled the torso of his brother back onto the bed.
"Fine" Canada replied.
Silence filled the room. "I…I need to tell you something" America coughed out.
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