AMERICA
A loud thump resounded around the silent mansion grounds as America scrambled to his feet, looking around paranoid for all his belongings scattered across the grass in the dark. That stupid window seriously had a bone to pick with him and his balance.
Out of breath, he collapsed onto his back. The sky above was an unending navy blue, spare for a few stars, and a quick glimpse at his watch on his hand said 11:38 — leaving 22 perfect minutes to get to the meeting spot. The air smelled of crisp nighttime, an almost minty aroma of freshly cut grass and fertilizer.Time flies, he thought dolefully.
"I wonder how you're the older one sometimes," a voice sighed as Canada's frame emerged from the darkness. "You seriously jumped out your window?"
"The front door makes an annoying beeping sound!" America hissed. "What else was I supposed to do?"
"Then take the batteries out," Canada said matter-of-factly, tossing two lithium batteries in his hand.
"Whatever," America shook his head. "Did you put the note on the table?"
"Done and dusted. Although — you don't mind that I told Aussie and New Zealand, do you?"
"You huh?" America sputtered.
"They deserved to know," Canada said as he lend a hand to his brother. "Plus, if Mom and Dad get worried, they can vouch for us and say we're okay. Which they probably will. Listen, I didn't tell them much. Just the gist of it."
America stared at the skies blankly. "Yeah, I suppose," he said.
"Let's go then," Canada muttered, looking back at the mansion with melancholy. "The clock is ticking."
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When they arrived at China's extremely large and extremely red house, it was, to say the least, awkward. Russia and North fiddled with a map while Germany examined a pair of keys — and America and his friends, slightly more useless as always, discussed amicably what they had brought in ridiculously overdecorated suitcases. Luminescent moonlight filtered in through the cracks in the trees, leaving dappled spots on the ground like faculae on the sun.
Scarcely perceptible greetings were exchanged, but like always, the divide was present and daunting. The only two people with a fair distance between the rest were Canada and Ukraine — who lingered further away whispering to themselves.
A few minutes later China appeared from the front doors, irately spitting rapid fire Chinese into his phone.
"What the hell?" South side-whispered to America's ear. "He's speaking too fast."
"I only understood wo kao," America muttered.
"What does that mean?" Japan asked.
"Fuck," he replied expressionlessly.
"Ah," Japan said, not moving a single facial muscle.
"Alright," China spoke when he had hung up. "I've called my agent to bring us two vans. Who here has a driver's license? I can drive one, we need someone to drive the other. It's about three hours to Germany's house in the Northern area, by the way.
"I can," Canada volunteered.
"That's perfect," China nodded. "We'll," — he motioned to where Russia and the others stood — "take one, and you guys can take the other."
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