AN: My poor baby England! Please review!
America looked between where Russia had just disappeared to and England bewildered. "Dude! Did you just like mind speak with Russia?!" he cried.
Arthur smirked. "Don't be silly Alfred. There's no such thing as telepathy," the older nation replied with a smirk before strolling to the kitchen. "Didn't you say you were hungry Alfred?" he called to the shocked American.
America shook his head before rushing to the kitchen to see what England was making. He sat at the counter just like he did when he was a kid. Man, Arthur seriously needed to update his style. It still looks like how it did when he was younger.
"I have ingredients for fish and chips or beef stew. What would you like Alfred?" England asked as he searched through his refrigerator.
"Awe man, you don't have stuff for hamburgers?" America whined from where he sat.
"You're not eating those disgusting things in my house," Arthur retorted standing and giving America a look.
"Ugh, fine," Alfred said with a sigh. "Beef stew."
England smiled at him before getting everything ready. The kitchen fell silent as Arthur worked. "You know, you don't have to stay in those nurse's scrubs. You keep a spare uniform here. It's in the guest bedroom."
"I totally forgot!" America cried jumping off his chair. "Thanks man!" The blue eyed nation ran up the stairs heading for the guest bedroom. But he couldn't help but notice that England's bedroom door was partially open. "That's strange. England rarely leaves his door open," Alfred said to himself.
Slowly he pushed the door the rest of the way open. Frowning he looked around the room. A belt was tied to the legs of the dresser but had been cut. There was also blood on the floor near the dresser. Across the room he could see the red of England's old overcoat. It looked like it had been tossed aside.
"Alfred Fredrick Jones!"
America quickly turned to see England standing there.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Arthur asked him crossing his arms over his chest, his green eyes cold. "You know that my bedroom is off limits."
Alfred felt as if he were a child again, being scolded by England after he had done something wrong. But he couldn't help his curiosity. "What happened?" he asked quietly, motioning to the dresser, which had a fairly large dent in from when England had been struggling.
America noticed the immediate change in Arthur's eyes as he looked at the spot. "Nothing of your concern," England said quickly before walking over and slamming the door shut. "Now go get dressed. Dinner will be ready soon."
The younger nation went to do as he was told. But he couldn't shake the feeling that England was hiding something.
New World watched as England moved around the kitchen, preparing dinner for the two other nations.
"Soon my love," he whispered to himself as he turned away from the flat. "Soon."