I think I killed any and or all good feels I had while writing this...
This house was once inhabited, believe it or not.
That garden once held vegetables of many varieties, and was once home to an apple tree that would bear fruit so perfect, the fruit would be used to make award winning apple pies. Closer to the house would be flower beds, home to flowers so wide in variety and color, you would not believe your own eyes.
The owner of this estate had a rather, unique friend. This friend was from a different planet, and spoke only in a way that would seem rude to the rest of us. Shortly after the owner of this estate disappeared, he flew off, never again to be seen.
But that has passed, and now the house is up for demolition. Weeds have taken over the flowerbeds, and disease has killed off the apple tree. No one lives here anymore, and no one will.
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Lately, America has been so tired, he didn't even want to leave his bed.
Why he was so tired, he had no idea. Sometimes he would sleep through an entire day and not even know it.
He called Canada and found that his northern twin was having the same issue. They both tried to come up with a way to get back to a normal sleeping schedule, but neither of the two could think of anything other than to sleep the exhaustion off.
So that is what the two nations did. They slept and slept. They slept through angry phones that needed recharging. They slept through emails nagging them to go to meetings. They slept through all of this, and yet they felt no less tired.
They would dream when they slept. They would dream of a large courtroom. They would dream of the sounds of a gavel, being swung down with a sentence for the accused. They would bream of being blind, only relying on their hearing to pick out the nuances between each word that was spoken. They would dream these things and wake up in a panic, forcing themselves to calm down with false words and murmurs of "It was just a dream."
One day, the two went to sleep, and they never woke up.
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"Are you sure this is America's home?"
In front of the trio stood a home with flowerbeds that were being overrun by weeds due to an unintended negligence and a porch that looked as though it could use a good sweeping. The tree had dropped apples that were beginning to rot.
England walked over to the tree and looked up at the apples.
"I'm not sure anymore."
The trio walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, Japan rang the doorbell again. No answer came after a few minutes of waiting.
England then lifted the doormat and picked up a key. He then proceeded to unlock the front door, and held it open for France and Japan. The two walked inside, and England closed the door behind himself.
"Where should we start looking for America-san?" Japan asked.
"Maybe he is in his kitchen, making another of his homemade pies." France said.
The trio then walked into kitchen. They saw ingredients for a pie strewn across the counter. A whole pie sat in the center, the top crust made to look like a smiley face.
"He is not in here." Japan said, his voice betraying the smallest hint of shock.
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"So where else should we try looking America?" France asked. The group had finished searching the rooms on the ground floor.
Silence descended upon the group as they thought. After a few minutes, Japan spoke up.
"Well, last time America visited my place, he did mention something about being overly tired lately, but I merely thought that it was because he was staying up late playing videogames."
"I thought the same thing when he visited my place during the Jubilee." England stated.
"We have all been mislead by our previous notions of America." France stated.
The other two nodded in agreement. What had once been thought of as an issue of America staying up late to watch movies or play videogames was clearly not the case this time around.
"I was just wondering this, but don't you two think it is odd not one of America-san's people was fully awake." Japan asked the western nations.
"I hadn't quite noticed this myself, but now that you point it out Japan, a lot of America's people did seem out of sorts." England agreed.
"With this information, we should check America's bedroom, non?" France suggested. Japan and England nodded in agreement, and the trio made their way up the stairs to America's bedroom. When they reached the room in question, they were surprised to find nation they were looking for asleep in his bed, with a blindfold next to his head.
"What the bloody hell does he think he is doing?"
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We are now at a different house, in case you could not tell by the change in foliage and how the garden consists of a few flowers and many Maple trees.
The one who lived here once owned a small white bear. Since the time of the owner's disappearance, that bear has wandered off, in search of his caretaker. The bear eventually adapted to the wild, and has been living alone ever since. He occasionally comes back to this house, and asks the falling door:
"Who were you?"
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France and England approached the garden of the less noticeable North American, England with a phone in his hand.
"Japan just got America into a plane. They should get to where Germany said the next meeting would be in a few hours." England informed France as he tucked his mobile into his pocket. France just stared at the door.
"France, are you okay? You don't have to go inside if you don't-"
"No, I must see if Canada has been affected by the same thing America has." France interrupted. He then opened the door and England followed. Instead of searching the entire ground floor first, as they had done at America's house, France immediately ascended the stairs and made his way to Canada's bedroom, with England trailing behind.
Canada's bedroom door was slightly ajar, and France carefully pushed the wood aside. Inside, Canada's pet polar bear was pawing at the nation who was as dead asleep as his southern twin.
"Please, please wake up. I am hungry. Who are you? Please wake up. You are scaring me..." The polar bears soft voice could not be heard by the two nations currently in the doorway, but the pawing was quickly becoming more frenzied with each plea for Canada to awaken. England walked around France, and made to pick up the bear.
"Come here Kumajirou. I'll get you some food." England, carrying a squirming Kumajirou, left France with a sleeping Canada.
"My darling Canada, what has happened to you and your brother?"
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