Chapter 16
Unable to see, England walked in the direction that he thought the kitchen was in. Unfortunately, the place was still messy from the last time America had been there. It didn't help that there was mildew or mold or something on certain parts of the wall. England suddenly tripped and stumbled into a room. He fell onto the floor, where he began to nurse his injured toe.
"Alright try the lights now!" America's echoed to where England sat. Rising, he searched the walls for a switch, but came up with nothing.
"Must have a pull switch," England muttered to himself, reaching above to find where the string was. Privately, England was grateful for the darkness, because he'd hate if anyone could see the embarrassing position he was in. Finally, his hand brushed the thin rope and, and he yanked. A soft, bluish filled the room. It seemed to be an attic of sorts, with ancient-looking items placed around the room, most covered with a cloth. England also noticed the spiraling staircase in the corner, signaling that there was more. Only a tad curious about the room and more wondering where in the house he was, England began to leave. That was, until he noticed a wooden doll out of the corner of his eye. Surprised, he carefully picked it up. With fading paint, it looked like one of the dolls England had given America when the latter was a colony. England thought that America had destroyed the dolls with the house. But then again, America was a very surprising person, wasn't he. As England walked down memory lane, he didn't notice the soft footsteps approaching his location. He didn't even notice the presence of the other person until a gently laugh met his ears.
"Nice going, old man, you found my storage closet. But you do know that the kitchen is in the other direction, right?" America asked.
"Wha- yeah! I… I was merely confused because of the darkness, that's all," England covered, before processing the rest of the American's statement. "I am not old!" he shouted at America.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Iggy. So, I take it you can find your way around now that the lights are on?" America asked, giving England an I-don't-believe-you look. To be honest, England didn't have a clue where he was, but he wanted to delay admitting it for as long as possible. So he changed the subject.
"Speaking of that, how come the lights are on? I wouldn't think that you'd pay an electric bill for a house you don't live in," England questioned.
"You really don't know? I thought you were smarter than that, Iggy," America said, surprised. He thought it was pretty obvious.
"For the last bloody time, my name is England, not Iggy!" England shouted. "What do you mean, you thought I was smarter?" he asked, calming down.
"The place is hydro powered by the stream out back. I thought it would be obvious with the mold and stuff," America stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Now do want that tour now, or when you fall up the stairs to the attic and say you were looking for the basement?" he asked. England gave a reluctant 'yes' and the duo was off. But not before England had memorized the location of the storage room, that is. He had a lot of investigating to do.
Done! As you can tell, this was a really short chapter. It alos took awhile. I have an excuse. I've been rewatching Darkwing Duck (which takes awhile to watch, considering there's like 90 something episodes, literally) and Wild West C.O.W.-Boys of Moo Mesa (tell me if you've seen them and who your favorite was in the show(s)!), and have been having issues keeping myself comepletly focused on Hetalia. Marzy, come here (Gives Hug). Only somebody who had read the comic strip Lithuinia's Outsourcing series would have commented on the fact that I didn't have Russia call Lithuinnia his ex. I have nothing else to say. Ciao!