England and Prussia POV
"Hmmm. It's locked. Let's fix that shall we?"
"BANG!" Went the door as Prussia gleefully kicked it down.
"Now was that really necessary?" scolded England, "The key was hanging on a hook right there!"
"I know. I just enjoy kicking down doors. Who doesn't?" Prussia responded.
"Oh whatever. You go first then since you are apparently so eager to get into to the basement." said England.
Prussia looked into the basement. He couldn't even make out any distinct shapes because it had no light.
"It looks really dark in there...,"mumbled Prussia to himself. He turned to England, "Your just scared of going in first!"
England spluttered indignantly,"W-what! I am not!"
Prussia put on a smug face, "It's okay England. I don't think any less of you."
England looked insulted and said, "I am not afraid and I'll prove it to you!"
He marched forward and promptly fell down the flight of stairs that he was not aware existed. You could hear him falling down what must have at least been thirty steps before landing with a loud, "THUD!"
Prussia was laughing so hard that he had to support himself on the wall. "Kesekesekese! I can't believe that your luck is that bad!" he managed to gasp.
"Oh, belt up will you?" England said from below, "Hurry up and get down here. I think this room is much bigger than we previously thought."
Prussia carefully made his way down the stairs. "Is there a light switch?...Aha! Here it is!" He flipped it, but nothing happened. Prussia did this a couple times before giving up on it. "Great. Now what?"
"Not a problem." said England.
The room was suddenly illuminated by a shining light on the end of what appeared to be a stick England was holding.
"Hey, cool stick. Where'd you get it?" inquired Prussia.
England looked thoroughly annoyed now, "It's. A. Wand."
"Wand? What happened to the toy fairy wand you were entertaining yourself with?" asked Prussia.
"Hey, that one was real too! But... I snapped it by accidentally sitting on it." said England sadly.
"You really do have the worst luck."
Further search of the basement yielded few results. Prussia did find a long sword though. Which he decided to keep much to England's dismay.
"It'll come in handy!"
"Have you ever heard the term, 'Bringing a knife to a gun fight?'"
"But this is a sword! Just the idea of having a sword is nearly as awesome as me!"
"Whatever."
They were about to give up, but then England spotted something.
"Oh? What's this?" exclaimed England.
Prussia popped his head out of a large box he was rummaging through,"Uhhh...It's a door Mr. Holmes. Are you familiar with the term?" He said dryly.
"Yes I have seen a door before for your information!" retorted England, "But it's been used recently."
"How can you tell?"
England looked at him like he was an idiot, "The doorknob isn't covered in dust."
"Oh. Well... I knew that. I was just testing you." stated Prussia.
"Right. And I'm Saint Nicholas." said England.
"England if you were Santa Claus, he wouldn't have the reputation of being jolly."
"We're not getting anything done! Let's just open the door. Prepare yourself." England ordered.
The door opened easily on it's hinges to reveal a walk-in closet. It had a barred door that was probably locked before. But now it looked as if Wolverine had broken in and ransacked the tiny cell. The ruins of a pedestal were evident, and a small chest lay to the side, broken open by something of immense strength.
"Wonder what was in it?" pondered Prussia aloud.
"Perhaps this could shed some light on the subject." said England as he picked up a torn piece of animal hide.
"Where did that come from?" asked Prussia.
"Looks like it came from a piece of clothing. Possibly off one of the people prowling about outside." stated England.
"The thought that they can get in disturbs me." Prussia said.
"Same here. Well, I think we've found all that we can here. Let's go back to the meeting room."
Yeah, I know. These chapters are short. I'm trying to remedy that, but for now they will stay this way.
So, ya'll know the drill. Thanks for reading, please review.