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"Let's go find that idiot."
Well, it had seemed like a good idea when he said it. Of course, some things are easier said than done.
England shook his head and sighed in exasperation. The problem was, they had know idea where America went. He'd questioned Canada extensively, but he only said no, his brother hadn't told him anything.
"Where the bloody hell is he?" England snapped and hit his fist against the table. He snarled and ran his fingers through his wild hair.
"U-Um, maybe he..." Canada started to suggest something, when he suddenly got a faraway look in his eyes.
"Canada?" England touched his shoulder. He didn't respond. "Canada!" England grabbed the other shoulder and stared into his eyes. They were glazed over and unfocused. "Canada!" England cried again and shook Canada's shoulders. Those eyes were really starting to scare him.
There was silence for a moment, but then Canada seemed to wake up. He broke out of the trance with a snap of his head and blinked a few times. "England?" He frowned in confusion. "What's wrong? You look so scared. U-Um, could you let go of me? It kind of hurts..."
England sighed in relief and let his hands fall to his sides. "Ah, sorry, you just suddenly went into some sort of trance..." He broke off as he saw Canada's calm expression change to wide-eyed surprise. "What?"
"I... I know where America is...!" Canada managed to gasp.
"What? Where?!" England more demanded than asked. He didn't even care about how Canada knew. He'd ask later.
"H-He's..." Canada scratched his head in thought and then continued. "He's..." He hesitated again and gave England a look of pity.
"Where is he?!" England was about to start shaking him again, when Canada finally answered.
"He's... At... That place..." He looked England straight in the eyes and said, "The place where he won his independence."
England's eyes widened and covered his mouth with his hand. That place? Why? His hand went up to his eyes as he tried to process the information. Why was America there? "Ah, Canada, how do you know that?" England asked as calmly as he could.
"Um..." Canada looked at the floor again. "I'm not sure... I suddenly had this feeling, like America was calling me or something... He sounded like he was in pain..." Canada blushed and grinned weakly. "I don't know..."
"Well that happens a lot with those Italians, so I guess that makes sense..." England reasoned. "The point is, we know where he is now. Let's go get him." Canada smiled and nodded. England wasn't quite so optimistic, though.
What is wrong with him?
Well, it had seemed like a good idea when he said it. Of course, some things are easier said than done.
England shook his head and sighed in exasperation. The problem was, they had know idea where America went. He'd questioned Canada extensively, but he only said no, his brother hadn't told him anything.
"Where the bloody hell is he?" England snapped and hit his fist against the table. He snarled and ran his fingers through his wild hair.
"U-Um, maybe he..." Canada started to suggest something, when he suddenly got a faraway look in his eyes.
"Canada?" England touched his shoulder. He didn't respond. "Canada!" England grabbed the other shoulder and stared into his eyes. They were glazed over and unfocused. "Canada!" England cried again and shook Canada's shoulders. Those eyes were really starting to scare him.
There was silence for a moment, but then Canada seemed to wake up. He broke out of the trance with a snap of his head and blinked a few times. "England?" He frowned in confusion. "What's wrong? You look so scared. U-Um, could you let go of me? It kind of hurts..."
England sighed in relief and let his hands fall to his sides. "Ah, sorry, you just suddenly went into some sort of trance..." He broke off as he saw Canada's calm expression change to wide-eyed surprise. "What?"
"I... I know where America is...!" Canada managed to gasp.
"What? Where?!" England more demanded than asked. He didn't even care about how Canada knew. He'd ask later.
"H-He's..." Canada scratched his head in thought and then continued. "He's..." He hesitated again and gave England a look of pity.
"Where is he?!" England was about to start shaking him again, when Canada finally answered.
"He's... At... That place..." He looked England straight in the eyes and said, "The place where he won his independence."
England's eyes widened and covered his mouth with his hand. That place? Why? His hand went up to his eyes as he tried to process the information. Why was America there? "Ah, Canada, how do you know that?" England asked as calmly as he could.
"Um..." Canada looked at the floor again. "I'm not sure... I suddenly had this feeling, like America was calling me or something... He sounded like he was in pain..." Canada blushed and grinned weakly. "I don't know..."
"Well that happens a lot with those Italians, so I guess that makes sense..." England reasoned. "The point is, we know where he is now. Let's go get him." Canada smiled and nodded. England wasn't quite so optimistic, though.
What is wrong with him?
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Oh noes.
England is going to the independence place..
PLEASE DON'T HAVE A BREAKDOWN IGGY! ;v;