The Other World (Countryhumans Fan-fiction)

Farther To Fall (4)

"This is the place." China muttered. He peered at the shady building from around the corner, crouched low to the ground. America was behind the personification, pulling out various weapons to make sure they were in order.

The building was nothing special, if not a bit sad. It was a three-story building, made exclusively out of concrete. There were a few windows splattered here and there, but only on the top floors. Overhangs built into the building's walls.

China and America were both out of breath, their little immature race getting to the both of them. In the end America had won, but you would never hear that from China. He didn't have as much pride as the American, but he was still a relatively proud man.

Catching America's attention with a puff of smoke, China made a quick "go" hand gesture. What China hadn't mentioned before were the several police cars surrounding the building, the murder of Farahmand still under investigation. There wasn't anybody in or around the building, due to the time of night, but the duo still had to be careful. They couldn't leave any more incriminating evidence.

Stepping in front of China, America took the lead. Pulling up his mask to cover his mouth, he dashed to the closest wall of the building. The two had already figured out where all the cameras were, so they had to plan their next steps carefully to make sure they were always in a blind spot. There weren't many, but then again, that's what America was for.

Once America made sure China was beside him, he carefully took off his sunglasses, stuffing it into a back pocket. Making sure not to make eye contact with his partner, America turned to face the first camera.

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen.

Crack!

The camera's red light flickered off, the camera dropping it's head down. It was like the machine just... shut down.

Peering at America closely, China watched the personification carefully. No one fully understood America's power, but everyone knew it was powerful. China knew that keeping a power under the wraps was a strategy move, as even China had attempted to do the same back then, but that never stopped his curiosity.

In fact, it just fueled it. What was America trying to hide? A weakness?

China narrowed his eyes as the duo started to move again, slowly but surely. Cameras dropped all along their path, and they made it to their desired room in no time.

America tried the knob, but to no avail. It was locked.

"Should we kick the door down?" America asked quietly, his back still facing China.

"No. Here, I got this." Digging through one of his pockets, China pulled out several tools. They were lock-picks, but customized, in a way. They were used by China and China only.

Kneeling down to eye-level with the doorknob, China carefully inserted the tools into the door lock. He moved close, delicately twisting and turning his lock-picks. His ears strained for any sort of click or sound.

After a few minutes of complete focus, the lock clicked and the door sprung open.

"Finally." America muttered. He had his glasses back on. "I was wondering how long it was going to take."

China shot a glare at America, straightening up. "You've obviously never lock-picked before."

"Why would I?" America grinned, giving China the honors of stepping into the room first. "I don't need to."

The room was dark, and a bit chilly. Investigation tools were scattered around the room, and a few parts were taped off. At least France and UK had already gotten rid of the body themselves, so there was none of that crap.