France POV
"Hmmm. Zis' will never do."
France tried the window once more to be sure. It wouldn't budge.
'Now why would ze window be nailed shut like zis'?'
The window was indeed, hastily nailed shut. It didn't look like the nails would even come out with a claw hammer.
'Not zat we have one available.'
France decided to keep looking. He passed the front door and looked out. The strange people were still out there. Then one noticed him and alerted the others. They worked themselves into a frenzy at the sight of France, who could not resist making ridiculous faces at them.
"Ohonohon! You are out there and I am in here! Come at me if you can you filthy losers!"
This ridiculousness continued for several minutes until France finally grew bored.
"You no longer entertain moi. Au revoir!"
France went down another corridor, looking for an exit. He found more windows that were nailed shut.
'Dis is verging on tres stupide.'
He kept going. He never before realized that America's meeting halls were so large.
'We only ever use de kitchen, meeting hall, and guest bedrooms anyway. We shouldn't need any others!'
France started opening doors. Most looked empty, others were the afore mentioned guest rooms. He even ran into a sizable library once.
'Amerique can read?!'
France continued and found a set of large oaken double doors. He regarded them curiously.
'Probably not an exit, but possibly a break from this monotone job.'
Through much grunting and pushing, France managed to get the doors open. This revealed a very large room complete with a grand king sized bed, state of the art entertainment system, wood panelling, and a chandelier. A freaking chandelier!
"Does Amerique have a room like this in all his meeting halls?!"
Although it was a luxurious room, it had nothing that could be used as escape. The windows in this room were all barred from both the outside and the inside.
'What would make Amerique go that far with his security?'
France then made his exit and went down yet another corridor, finding nothing else of note. He turned another corner and found a back door.
'Could dis provide escape?'
Apparently not. For it was also fastened closed. Not with nails or bars though, but with super glue.
'I honestly don't think I will find an exit here.'
Just as France turned his back on the door. The light in the hall seemed to darken. He heard wheezing and gasping sound somewhere near him. He whipped his head around, trying to find the source of such a horrid noise, and he found it.
It was a ghastly corpse looking figure. It looked as if it was being eaten away by sand, along with having remnants of clothing in a few places. It looked at France with black holes where it's eyes used to be and whispered in a rasping voice, "Kill me."
"Non! I am to young and beautiful to die!" screamed France. He started to flee in the direction of the stairs leading up to the second floor. The thing gave chase. It had a loping gait, but it was really fast. France turned a corner and caught view of the stairs. "Oui! I am saved!" But alas he was not saved yet. Another glance over his shoulder showed the thing was gaining on him. France kept running. Down the hallway and up the stairs he went. But France tripped on the fifth step. He felt the thing latch on to his ankle. It's grip was very strong for something that had the appearance of disintegrating. France kicked it in it's half-a-face and felt it's grip loosen. He took his chance and tore himself away from it and continued climbing the stairs. France reached the top and turned to see it was pursuing, but instead witnessed it crumble and blow away like sand.
"What was that?!" France exclaimed. He stood for a moment catching his breath. "The danger is past now. I must go back to the meeting hall.
I am way too mean to France I think. Any french words he may have uttered were put there by me, not google translate. It was just anything I could remember from my studies, and that I thought would fit so... yeah.
I might even put another chapter up today! I really have nothing else to do.