And with all the courage in the world you could get, you formed a twisted smile of your own and said:
"You have a ten minute head start~"
You eyed the man with distrusting eyes, but stood and eyed the door. The 'other' England, as you decided to call him, moved out of your way, giving you full access to the door. Warily, you made your way to the door.
"You have ten minutes before I come after you~" He said in an almost sing-song voice. "Use what time you have to prepare yourself, love."
With a scowl on your face, you threw open the door and bolted down the hallway, his twisted laughter echoing behind you. Without glancing over your shoulder, you ran straight for the front door. Of course, it was locked. Next option. You bolted to the living room, looking for something to use as a weapon. With nothing in sight there, you made your way to the kitchen. At least you could find a knife there, right? As you were searching drawers for a decent weapon, you heard the other England's voice.
"Tick tock on the clock, love~ Your time is running out!" He added a small chuckle at the end that sent shivers down your spine.
"Damn it!" You cried, still searching for something to use. Finding nothing, the next place to check was the closets.
First the broom closet in the kitchen. You flung it open, only to find a broom, a dust pan, and chemicals for various things, along with buckets and cleaning supplies. You groaned, knowing he would soon be coming after you.
The next closet was the bathroom closet, though you had no idea why there would be a weapon in there, and decided to skip it.
The third was in a random room you hadn't noticed before. It was a library. Did he like to read..? No! Weapons! Must find weapons! You searched frantically for anything of use, and found nothing. It was as though he hid all weapons in advance to this little 'game'. You sighed and contemplated your options.
In a few minutes, he would be coming down those stairs to find you unprepared and unable to defend yourself much. All you had was physical strength, which still wasn't up to par due to being tied up for who knows how long. You sighed in frustration, but refused to admit defeat. You were going to get away and back to your England, and you'd be damned if you didn't.
"Come out come out wherever you are, ______~"
You jumped and sprinted out of the room, forced into plan B: Hiding. Left, right.. Which way do you go? You went right and further down the hall. You noticed a door under the stairs, and flung it open. Inside were various things, but one thing in particular caught your attention: an aluminum baseball bat.
Carefully you grabbed it and shut the door without making a sound, then started back down the hall. You heard his footsteps approaching down the stairway.
"You can't hide from me, love~"
You could imagine his twisted grin on his face as he said that, which made you shiver. You looked over your shoulder to see his shoes at the middle stair. You shrieked silently and continued into another hallway off of your current one. This one was more ominous, probably because of the poorer lighting found here. As you ventured further down it, features got harder to make out, and your hand ran along the wall instead. The only noise to accompany you was the sound of your heart beating against your chest. Then your hand hit something. It was a doorknob.
Quickly, you opened the door and hid inside. You felt scared, but slightly safe here. From what you could feel, you were in a cramped storage closet. The air smelled musty, and you couldn't tell when the last time was it was opened to air out. Your elbow hit something in the closet, and something yelled out:
'CALL 9-1-1 NOW!'
You shrieked and tried to get it to stop as heavy dub-step played out after the scream. You heard footsteps approaching, and knew it was no use. The music continued to play, seeming to fit this scene almost too well. Your heart pounded so hard it threatened to burst from your chest. You readied the bat over your shoulder, preparing a great swing for the man waiting on the other side of that door.
The door knob was turned, and the door opened, but due to the darkness, you couldn't tell. The other England sighed when he heard the thing playing music.
"Stupid thing.. It always does that.." He started groping around for the music-playing whatever it was, nearly touching you in the process. You held your breath. The atmosphere between you two allowed you to be able to feel how close he was to you, as well as to almost touching you. He continued to feel around, and found the thing rather than you. He stopped the music and set it back in the closet. Hesitating for a moment, he stared into the blackness of the closet, but directly into your eyes. You didn't dare make a move. Slowly, he closed the door and you heard footsteps wandering away.
Once you could no longer hear him, you opened the door and stepped back into the hallway. You hurried toward the well-lit hallway only to find something fall over your mouth and nose. You started feeling drowsy. He had used chloroform, that son-of-a-
You passed out, but not before you heard his voice say:
"England one, ______ zero~"