Finding the Book

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Hey guys, this is my first Hetalia fan fiction and I hope that you like it. I haven't decided on all ships yet but if you have any suggestions for ships then I'll consider them. This is a diary reading fan fiction, so if you dislike that please don't read this. Without further ado, lets begin.


In a large room there was a brilliant flash of light and a large group of people suddenly appeared. Once the people began to get their bearings there was another flash of blinding light that illuminated the room.

"Bloody hell! What happened?"

"Angleterre, I thought you liked playing with magic?"

"I didn't do this! Does anyone know what happened?"

There was silence for a few moments before everyone started arguing amongst themselves, leaving England to ponder the situation alone. He looked around the space, taking note of everything in the room. There were four wooden doors in the room (one on each wall) but no windows, there was a large table in the centre the room, several comfortable looking chairs and sofas, the carpet appeared soft and there room was well lit. The room seemed relatively normal except for a leather-bound book sitting innocently in the middle of the table which he decided to ignore for now, instead he opted to inspect the other rooms.

The first door that he chose to inspect was the one behind him. It had a simple design and no lock. When England pushed the door it swung open to reveal what appeared to be a leisure or common room with several neat bookshelves, a stack DVDs and a few games consoles. The sofas and armchairs appeared to be reasonably comfortable and there were several coffee tables scattered around. There was nothing overly special about the room except for the lack of windows, prompting England to leave and look around somewhere else. He decided on the door on his left when he excited the room.

Inside the second room he discovered a kitchen. There was plenty of food in the fridge and the room appeared very clean, leading England to become more suspicious of the building. There were no windows in this room either. England checked the appliances and sink, finding everything in full working order. There was an excess of plates and cutlery as well as various pans and cooking utensils, a fairly normal kitchen. With a sigh, he decided to look in the next room to his left.

The third door lead to a corridor which had four doors leading off from it. He discovered that they were toilet and shower rooms (one set for males and one for females, he presumed, but there wasn't anything different between either set of rooms or any signs to prove his theory). The both of the toilets contained a row of cubicles with a row of sinks opposite them; the shower rooms had two rows of shower cubicles (there was a proper door on the outside and a shower curtain partitioning the dressing area and shower) facing each other and a bench in the middle of the room. There was a surplus of toiletries but he ignored the discovery as it was so similar to what he found in the kitchen. All that was left for him to check was the forth and final door, which he suspected would lead to bedrooms. 

Sure enough, the final door did in fact lead to a long corridor with many doors leading off from it. He inspected the first room and discovered a reasonably sized bedroom with a two beds, two wardrobes, two desks and two chairs. The bed was comfortable when he sat on it and the wardrobe was empty, perhaps what ever magic had brought them here would fill their wardrobes when they chose bedrooms. The room was unremarkable and he checked some of the other rooms briefly before reaching the conclusion that they were all the same. None of the bedrooms had any windows and he briefly wondered if any of the other nations would have decided to have a look around or if they were still arguing. If any of them had decided to look around would that have noticed any of the weird things that he had? He was slightly disappointed that no one had followed him, even to make fun of his scepticism.

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