Chapter 9, A Nightmare and Payback
In out, in out, in out. The process going over and over again, it felt like days being in this god forsaken house. London continued the breathing exercise as he peered out the door. Nope, he sighed in relief. The monster, the thing, wasn't there anymore. Though he kept the sword close by, you never know. He peered out and finally stepped out of the closet he hid in. He looked around.
"How many times has time reversed now? Two? Five? Ten?" he muttered to himself. He froze as he heard footsteps, and dashed to another room.
"Sorry, but I need to set the hero a good example".
He froze at those words behind the door. The voice he knew so well. A violent flash of green light swam it's way through the cracks of the door.
"England, how many fingers am I holding up?"
"...I'm sorry America. I can no longer see...".
London let the tears fall, no. That was a lie, he knew well enough what he was going to do. They were twins for god sakes, twins that survived a thousand years of battle and survival. Reading each other better than no one else can possibly could. He knew, oh how he knew what was going to happen. He wiped the tears and waited.
Here he was, hiding behind the bushes as the countries breathed a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes, the screaming ripped through his ears.
"WHY?! WHY? WHY DID YOU LIE?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS IF YOU KNOW YOU WEREN'T GOING TO SURVIVE?! WHY ENGLAND?!"
He opened his eyes again at the smile Albion, England, Arthur, his brother, was giving everyone,
"Don't blame yourselves chaps, it'll all get better soon". They made eye contact, and he was gone. London, got up and muttered a spell. To make all the pain go away. To wipe all the countries memories of this day. This cursed day.
London ran a hand through is forever messy hair. Posing as a country was hard enough, posing as the short-tempered mildly violet England was harder, he shouldn't have to do this. No it shouldn't have been easy, he should have snapped at frog face, threaten to castrate him, he should have glared at Germany with all his might, he should have long set Belarus on Russia, he should have snapped. But he made a promise, and a gentleman must always honor their promises.
"Hello Will".
He shot up from the seat seeing a smiling England. He smiled a true smile for the first time in years,
"Hello. Brother".
London woke up with a start, he hyperventilated slowly trying to take it as slow as his body was willing to allow. Luckily he hadn't went to the point were he was going to fall off the tree, that would have most definitely been bad.
"Will? What is it?" Asked England looking at his brother with a worried expression. London shook his head and smiled weakly,
"It was nothing, just re-calling some old memories". England raised his eyebrow, Uh oh, thought London.
"What memories?"
"The house," whispered London in hopes that his brother wouldn't here, which was quite a meek wish as England was trained for sharp ears whether it was trying to avoid their brothers or listening to the soft-voiced faes. England nodded and left it at that to the relief of London.
"Ahem anyway, what are our next plans?" Said London to keep his mind from recalling the incident.
"I want to scare frog face, America and the other countries," said England simply. London smiled, a mix between evil and mischievous, not a good sign.
"Well All Hollows Eve is coming up is it not?"
"Ah yes, for once I shall relish in the fact that you were raised by Elves. I like where you're going here Camelot dear~" said-no purred England.
"Hehe yes and I'm sure we can ask Hungary for help, I have my ways to...pursade other nations~" said London in his, Moriarty voice. The voice were you just know that something is going to happen, something evil. Just plain evil. One way to detect the fact that London has gone from regular London to Moriarty London is to keep track of his voice, it just gets deeper along with the accent somehow.
"Revenge is a dish, best served cold~" said London already walking back home, well to the actual home. England doesn't really trust anyone enough to give other nations his actual address, only the colonies have been in that house. Though they do not remember specifically where it is.
Finally after a few minutes of medium paced walking they arrived at the manor. Yes manor, where do you think these two lived in the Victorian times? A house in the city? I think not! It just wouldn't make sense for an empire like that to have one measly home in the city. They walked into the house with the same air of high-class and power they had during the Victorian times, during the time where they had not been countries, but Empires. London breathed deeply,
"We're back". England nodded,
"Too bad we're going to have to sacrifice heaven to give one hell of a scare to the other countries". London laughed, evily.
"I'll work something out," shrugged London, briefly going into his normal self before going back to Moriarty mode. He brought is hand to his chin and snapped his fingers,
"What was that ghost America was so afraid of? Mary was it?" England nodded his head,
"Bloody Mary I believe".
"What else? Slenderman, Jeff the Killer perhaps? Maybe the grudge? A splash of zombies here and there, call in a few favors? Ahha!" London clapped his hands in realization. In which England raised an eyebrow at him,
"What?"
"Ever heard of Amnesia?" London said smirking.
Through out the night the two wizards worked to make the manor a house of night mare, it was a simple matter to send a dream message spell to the other nations. It was set, they had a (pardon the pun if you watch Yugioh) field spell that allowed the ghosts to be seen and solid, of course they had asked them first if they would like to scare some nations. There was a clay model of Slenderman which was possessed by a ghost. There were Amnesia monsters everywhere, as far as the infamous barrel. They asked a certain witch they knew to disguise herself as Jeff the Killer, a ghost was playing the grudge, it, was, perfect.
"Well," London said as he rubbed his hand together and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red a ragged with a bloody scare going through his eye, his clothes were ripped and torn with both red and black blood, in other words he looked horrible, but it was perfect for the greatest prank in the world. England looked the same, but worst after all, he is one of the main stage actors. They were nearing, he can feel the presence in his lands. He positioned himself over the blood stained stair case and turned to England,
"Ready to have fun Albion?" England smiled,
"Let the horror house of the century, begin".
I am so sorry for being late, time slip by sorry. Thank you Mighty Agamemonon for pointing out my mistake, I will fix it as soon as I can, and thank you once again TrickOrTreat for you know what. I own nothing but the story line and London. Good bye, review, follow or fave, whatever works for you.