Playing the Fool

Chapter 10

"I can't believe you just let him leave like that! Do you bloody understand how difficult it is to track this..."

Fuming Arthur stormed back out of the house, having just gotten back just a few moments before. Fallowing him out Alfred asked,

"Why are you trying to find Charlie anyway, what can he do to help?"

Glare back at the younger country, Arthur snapped.

"Charles... is that expert of poison and weaponry I was talking about with you before on the phone. I can't believe you let him just leave like that, what the bloody hell was he doing here anyway?!"

"Borrowing the gym upstairs, he said he does this everyday. In any case I wasn't aware he was the guy you went looking for, you never gave me a name."

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, England simply muttered under his breath for a little while. Eventally America asked

"Where are we going anyway, England?"

With a half smile England said

"If I know him, the one place he'd go after a work out would be... here."

Stopping in front of a small book store, there was a very familiar person curled up in the front window.  Deeply engrossed in a book, with a mug of tea balanced on his knee, reading glasses on the end of his nose the teen coolly turned a page as they entered the building. He didn't even notice as they approached, until Arthur cleared his throat. Pale green eyes flickering up to look at him, London smirked.

"This is the quickest you've ever tracked me down while I was on holiday, how'd you figure I was here?"

Before returning is attention back to the small red book in his hands. Arthur took away the teens book, who protested, before saying.

"I know you too well, and don't give me that look I'll give the book back once you agree to cooperate."

Removing his reading glasses, Charlie said with a hidden smirk under his breath.

"I sure you do, you do seem to know everything."

"What was that?"

Arthur asked drily, waving off London slid the folded glasses into his inner coat pocket saying.

"Nothing nothing, now tell me what you need my help in. I'm a terribly busy man, and don't have time for idle chit chat."

He said smoothly, mean while America thought back to the three hours they had just spent discussing just random things but kept his mouth shut. England rolled his eyes, 

"We shouldn't discus this here, I don't think America pulling out a blood coated dagger in here would be the best idea."

London now looked really interested, and was now circling the pair.

"A dagger? Really? That sounds most interesting, you really know how to make a holiday interesting I must say. Anything else? Was there a cryptic message inscribed on the blades hilt? Or maybe a secret vial of poison in the handle? Oh the possibilities are endless, lets go lets go, Pick it up! I want to take a look at it."

Charlie was know pushing them out of the store, before stopping half way to the door. Snatching the book from Englands  hand, he went over to the clerk and paid for it before returning to them. 

"I nearly forgot I was only looking, hadn't decided to by it yet but oh well let go!"

As London was tucking the book into his inner jacket pocket, America caught the books title. 

'How to get away with murder... that's a weird name for a book.'

He thought as the excited teen pushed them down the road, back to England's house.

(To be continued...)