Claire POV
After following England to find out why America was yelling we found him in a room on the other side of the house, and apparently he had filled it to the gills with halloween supplies in the five minutes we were gone.
"Yo England! I need your help with the plans for the party, Denmark and Prussia already have their rooms planned out and I need to know what your doing!" says America, a huge blueprint is spread before him and takes up most of a table but it consists of mostly badly drawn doodles of what must be countries and for some reason pasta is written over the entire thing in giant red letters. "Ve, bella what do you think?" says Italy waving at the blueprint.
"You're helping America too?" I ask, well that explains the pasta. "What makes you think I'd help you with some childish halloween party? And why is my study full of this junk?" asks England annoyed picking up a black spider dangling from a string that was laying on the floor. "Aww come on Iggy, I need your help!" says America, he puts on a pleading face with puppy dog eyes and looks beseechingly at England.
England sighs and says "I guess I really don't have a choice in the matter, anything you plan on your own usually ends in a lawsuit". "Awesome! Thanks Iggy!" says America happily dropping the puppy dog eyes. "Hmmph, I've told you not to call me that" says England grumpily.
"Ok so here's the plan! We're turning four of my house's floors into a haunted house for the party, I have the first floor, Prussia has the second, Denmark has the third, and you get the fourth. The party itself is on the fifth floor and Poland and Hungary are in charge of the decorating up there."
"Wow you guys are really going all out aren't you?" I say looking at the blueprints. "Hey no looking at the plans, you're going to have to go through the house with everyone else so no spoiling the fun!" says America steering me away from the table and out the door. "Hey what am I supposed to do out here by myself!" I say trying to get America to let go of me.
"There's some books downstairs and a television set in the living room down the hall" says England right before America slams the door shut in my face. I jiggle the doorknob but he locked it tight so after kicking the door in frustration I tromp down the stairs and into what must be the living room.
A television set is in the corner of the room but it's an ancient looking thing and it looks like it'd set fire if I turned it on so I leave that alone and go to inspect the bookshelf that England had mentioned. There's almost an entire shelf full of cooking books and a lot of them have singed edges and suspicious looking stains and smears all over the covers. These must be the results of England's "cooking" I think and start looking a shelf down. I'm surprised to find quite a number of children's books, and I find a tattered copy of Winnie the Pooh. Oh yeah, Mom used to read me this when I was little, I think pulling out the book. I settle onto a sofa in the corner of the room and start to read through the book, for some reason my eyes start to mist up a little when I remember Mom and me curling up in her big bed and listening to the stories about hundred acre wood, I've been so caught up with meeting everybody that I guess it never fully sunk in that I'm in world where my family doesn't exist.
After I sniffle a bit and calm down I get back to reading and it's about an hour before I start to hear banging from upstairs. There's two sharp thumps and then Italy comes racing down the stairs with blood running down his face. I gasp and leap up off the couch, "Italy what happened?" I run over and feel his head but it doesn't feel like blood, it's sticky and smells like, "Cherries?" I say confusedly. "Aaaah, Claire! America was showing England some costume thing for the party but then I looked in the mirror and it looked like part of my face was gone!" babbles Italy starting to cry. "Oh hun, it's just makeup you're not really hurt" I say wiping the makeup off his face. "Really?" he says calming down a bit. "Yes, just don't scare me like that!" I say, "Come on lets go into the kitchen so I can wash this off of me", I walk over to the kitchen and wash off the makeup and get all the fake blood off of Italy's head and shirt with a wet towel. I hear a bunch of thumping and America bangs into the kitchen and grabs Italy. "Bye Claire! Italy's coming over to help out so I'll see you in a couple days!" says America and he pulls Italy out of the room, down the hall and outside. "Well goodbye then!" I say waving.
Germany abruptly wanders into the room and sees Italy being taken by America, "What is going on?"
"Italy is helping America with his halloween party at his house I guess" I say. "Well then I'll be heading back to my home, your things are in the hallway next to the front door." says Germany. "Thanks for bringing them in! I'll see you later then!" I run over and hug him quickly before he walks out the door, when I hug him he just kind of stands there awkwardly and then leaves the room quickly. Why is everyone so weird about hugging? I would think that at least Germany would be used to it since he's always hanging out with Italy.
England comes into the kitchen a few minutes later, "Where has everybody gotten to?" "Well Italy left with America and Germany went back to his place, I guess I'm stuck here, sorry about that." I say.
"Oh no worries love, I'm just glad that git Alfred finally left, I can only put up with so much of his "halloween tunes" as he calls it, that boy's eardrums must be be as damaged as his tastebuds!" says England.
"Is that so?" I say, "Well hmm, where do you want me to put my things for the time being?" I ask. "Oh you can stay in one of the guest rooms upstairs, come along." says England and after I grab my bag I follow him upstairs to the room. "You get situated, I'll be downstairs if you need anything" says England leaving the room.
There's a big four poster antique bed in the center of the room, a fireplace alongside one wall, an old cuckoo clock high on the wall, and another bookshelf chock full of old books. I glance at the clock and see that it's gotten pretty late so after tossing my bag in a chair sitting in the corner I flop onto the bed exhausted and fall into a light doze.
I hope America doesn't scare Italy too badly making the haunted house! If I've left out any characters you want me to include leave a review and I'll try to introduce them!