AN: Gah... it's short again. Sorry! Please review!
America could tell there was something off about England, but he couldn't figure out what. Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders, quickly following the older nation to his house. "I say we should go directly after him," America stated, voicing his opinion.
"We are," Britain retorted, grabbing the American by the wrist. He mumbled under his breath, "I have a feeling he'll be going back to my place."
America followed quietly this time, observing the nation very carefully. "Okay, bro," he muttered in response.
Reaching England's house, the trio stepped inside, looking around abruptly.
"There is nobody here," Russia commented, waving his hand.
"Good," Arthur sighed in relief, hoping for as much. He wanted to just run and hide from this nation, but he knew that wasn't an option. If he didn't go to him, then he knew New World would come to them.
"What's for dinner?" America looked up at the clock, realizing it was already 7pm. "I'm hungry."
"Just a moment, America." England looked at Russia, almost as if they were speaking telepathically.
"Agreed." Russian smiled as he slowly disappeared into the living room.