Canada was only shaken from his grief when a loud crash rattled the whole house.
Having been sulking in his bedroom, he now ran to the living room. Canada stopped and stared in awe to see a battered, red Chevy pickup truck had rammed through the wall. He watched as England picked his way inside from the porch through the rubble that, until recently, was the fireplace and front door. "You could have killed someone! You shouldn't be driving if you can't even see over the steering wheel!" England yelled through the smashed windshield at the driver.
Three things scared Canada the most about this picture. Number one, England was here. England never visits, unless the world is ending. Number two: that was America's pickup. What was it doing in Canada's living room? Number three: a familiar brown shape had hopped out the driver side window.
"Eevee!" Justice looked up at England with an annoyed expression, as if to say well, you weren't going to do it, so I had to.
"But you didn't have to go smashing the wall to get in. We could have just knocked again." England pointed out.
"Eevee!" A second Eevee was perched on England's shoulder. It must have been England's because it was clearly supporting his owner's side.
"That's not necessary, Avalon. Canada's already down here." England pointed towards said nation, and Canada finally snapped out of his trance.
"Justice, why did you break down the wall? England, why are you here? And where is America?" Canada looked around, expecting to see his brother jump out and scare him.
"You didn't answer the door, so Justice did something very irrational, dangerous, and American." England emphasized that last part, looking pointedly at Justice. "There's also been a problem concerning America, which is why I'm here. The four of us thought that America might be with you, as he's nowhere to be found." Everyone looked at England weirdly while he turned to the empty air above and to the right of him, saying "No, Flying Mint Bunny, Canada didn't kill America and eat his hands. He's not that kind of person!" An awkward silence hung in the air when England had finished talking.
"Sorry, I don't know where America went. Did you check his apartment?" Canada finally said, breaking the silence.
"No. I can't go in that filthy place without trying to clean it, which was plan B." England walked forward and firmly grabbed Canada's shoulders. "But that's no reason why you can't go in there for me." With that, he hooked his arms around Canada's and hauled him off to the car parked out front, a technique France had used on England at one point.
"I think I found something!" Canada called as he walked down the street to England's car. England had hauled the poor Canadian all the way to New York. England, now dressed in a James Bond getup and dark sunglasses, leaned against his car with his legs crossed as he watched Canada walk back wearing yellow rubber gloves and holding a slip of paper.
"Bloody hell, Canada! You don't go yelling down the street when you're a spy!" England crossly took the paper from the Canadian. "And what's this? It doesn't even look like any language!"
"That's because you're holding it up-side down..." Canada pointed out. But England didn't hear: he was too busy scowling at the paper, hand on his chin in a thinking pose.
Suddenly, England snapped his fingers. "Hey, maybe it's up-side down!" Canada facepalmed while England flipped the paper over and read it again. "This looks like Russian. Maybe China can translate it for us; he's the closest to Russia."
"Why not just ask Russia?" Canada tilted his head curiously.
"We can't trust Russia, because it's definitely his handwriting. For all we know, Russia could have kidnapped America." England whipped out his cell phone while shoving Canada into the car again.
Somewhere in a locked, concrete room, Russia sneezed while tying up a struggling America. "Someone must be talking about me again. I'll kill them later, da?" America managed to kick Russia while he paused to sneeze, and Russia hit him in the face with his led pipe.
China's phone started to ring, and on the second ring, China answered with an "Aru?" Seconds passed, and China responded with "I'll be right over, Aru." and he hung up.
"Who was that?" Japan asked. Japan and china were in the middle of another battle when China's phone went off.
"Britain. He wants me to translate a document concerning America's disappearance." China called Ke Li back into the Poke ball.
"America-san is gone?" Japan took out his cell phone and texted Italy.
"Yes. Do you want to come too, aru? We can finish our battle at Britain's house." China opened the front door and stepped out.
"Hai." Japan put Yuki back into the Poke ball, stepped outside, and locked the door behind him.
"Germany! Germany!" Italy ran down the hall from the kitchen, where he was making pasta, with Penne riding on his shoulder. Germany was just getting in the door with groceries, and was setting them down when Italy went tearing off in his direction. Herbert was left behind during Germany's little outing, and calmly followed behind the ecstatic Italian. "Japan texted me! And guess what he said, Ve!" Italy was waving his cell phone through the air like he would a white flag.
"What now, Italy?" Germany took the phone out of Italy's hands and read the text.
"Ve, Japan said America's gone missing! He and China where going to translate a paper with information, and he wanted to know if I wanted to come along too! Ve, but I couldn't decide because..." Germany tuned out Italy's ranting, reading the same thing in the text. "... and he always burns them." Italy finally finished, taking a deep breath.
"We're going. Text and tell Japan." Germany handed Italy back his phone, and then proceeded to put the food away.
"Ve~!" Italy skipped off down the hall, thumbs a blur as he texted Japan a whole paragraph.
It was around noon when everyone arrived at England's house in London. Both England and Canada (yes, he was forced to go) were equally surprised that not only had China showed up, but so did Japan, Italy, and Germany, all of whom had their own Eevee. At first, when China and Japan had arrived, they had been having their Eevees fight, but now they were getting along. Everyone had just gathered in a crowd, talking, doing nothing, and generally ignoring Canada, except Justice, who was now perched on Canada's shoulder.
"Never underestimate the power of gossip to draw in a crowd." England sighed and facepalmed.
A/N: I don't think I made my deadline. Oh, well...
My new year's resolution: Write more!
Sorry for the huge delay in getting up the next chapter, but I found that I can't simply force myself to write. I have to kind of make a circle of ideas and tease myself back into one story or another. I hope the next one won't take so long to write!
READ ON!
-SA