Well, it's been… How many months, again? Ahehe, sorry about that… ^^; Summer's been getting to me… But I've got it done now, right? That's good! Well, let me stop distracting you from the real thing and get started!
Alfred, with a bucket on his head, pillows strapped to his stomach and back with a belt, wearing mittens and shoes much too big for him, felt ready. Canada gave him the knife with a shaky hand, and backed off to the door. He was going to be standing next to it, incase Alfred needed help and he could get to England quick.
"You ready, Canada?" Alfred turned with a smile, to ask his brother. He nodded, though he was still shaking in fear. As America swung the knife around, and took his first step towards the closet, Canada clutched his polar bear tight, for comfort.
America stopped in front of the large door and looked up at the handle. He reached his hand out and grabbed it, turning it slowly, as to be quiet and not let the monster know that he was coming. He tightened his grip on the knife and pulled it back, getting ready to swing. Flinging the door open, he did so with a battle cry.
England looked up from his work when he heard several thuds and a scream coming from upstairs….
:D I be torturing you with the suspense… Sorry about the short chapter! I thought it was a good place to stop! ^^;