The Library of Knowledge | TLoK Book One | Complete

Chapter 10: Red Eyes.

Monday March 9thhhh

Ugh- No matter how much I write it's never enough!

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America staggered through the bookcases, looking for the section his crazy son was in.

The assortment of torches were already making the gigantic room of books warm, but with America's running/staggering all over the place, he was sweating like crazy.

However, even if he had no clue where he was going, he would still be able to find Florida-Man through his bond with him, and the Library. It warned him if something was wrong, but with Florida's connection with him to top of it off, it made him unstable, and ten times more powerful.

He was feeling sick as well, like he would through up at any given moment, and he was facing his eyes going in and out of focus, something that initially wouldn't happen when trying to locate one of his children.

And that worried him.

He seriously considered taking off his sunglasses, but if Alaska, Japan, or even Florida-Man saw, he would have a lot of explaining to do.

The last time anyone saw him without his sunglasses on, was before USSR made him the guardian of the Library. He had gone through a ritual, and as a result he payed dearly. Alaska didn't know about that part, and America wanted to keep it that way for as long as he could.

So, with opting to keep his sunglasses on, and each step he took closer to his son, the harder it was to actually step. He already felt like his legs were going to give out, and from the overwhelming magic from the Library he felt sick. His head was starting to throb. He was going through a magic intake overload, and if he didn't stop it, or direct the energy somewhere else, he was sure his brain was going to explode.

But time. Time was also important.

If Florida finished the book he was reading, then what would happen? Would his people start to riot? Would he try to recreate a ritual and end up destroying everything? Or would he decide to go back to his father? America didn't exactly know what would happen to Florida-Man, and he didn't really want to.

So possible outcomes continued to cloud his mind, and the possible outcomes only got worse with every second he didn't see his son.

He kept passing the bookcases, looking into each and every hall, trying to find his son, but no to avail.

He was starting to get confused as he got to the end of the section, near the corner of the Library. He could feel the energy in his veins getting stronger, and he knew he was close.

He knew he would end up on the ground soon enough, result of collapsing, and he needed to find Florida before that happened.

Finally, after what had seemed to be forever, America finally staggered to the last two sets of bookcases, peering into the darkish hallway. The torches only lit up certain places, book's near the torches were illuminated, while books further away were rather caliginous.

He saw Florida, crouched at the very end on the floor, his back against the bookcase. He was wearing a coat that was covering his face like Alaska was previously, but the colour was similar to his flag.

America felt relieved his son was alive, but was also incredibly disappointed and angry. He walked over to Florida-Man, stopping to lean against the books a few times to regain his balance. When he finally got there, he almost yelled at him.

"Florida. What the absolute hell drove you to come here? With Japan as well? You didn't only put yourself in-" America lectured, but stopped when he noticed Florida hadn't said anything, or even looked at his father. "...Florida...?" He asked, dropping to the floor to get a better look at his son.

Florida-Man finally peered up at America, but only for a few seconds before he looked back to the book. America gasped. Sure, he knew that Florida was reading a book he was never meant to even touch in his life, but he didn't think Florida had read that much that quickly to affect his physical appearance.

Florida bared red eyes.

He no longer had those bright baby blue eyes he inherited from America (when he last saw America's eyes they were blue), they were a dark red shade, and that was bad. It meant his people were rebelling. That was why he felt sick to his stomach, that's why his own eyes were going crazy, with him going in and out of focus.

That had only happened when his Southern States went confederate those years ago, and as time progressed, America forgot that absolutely nauseating feeling. So feeling it again caused bad memories to reignite in his brain. Oh no, what about the States? Are they alright?

His son, as well as his other children were in danger, and he only knew two ways to stop it.