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After all, what use is there if he is caught by Canada? There is always while he is at work, but... well, if they were really so intent on keeping England's memories from him, they would surely lock away whatever might jog his memory.
However, Canada wasn't at home when he realized England would be at his house again. And as far as England knows, all they did when they got home was enjoy a meal, send England to his room (Oh, for the love of all that is good! Is he a kid or something?!), and stand outside and chatter.
He would've listened in on him, if he didn't know Canada was sure to hear the sound of a window opening. So England opted to simply wait, and then act on his own when he knew Canada wouldn't catch him.
And that is now.
The first place to hunt... his study would be a good start. He walks along the hallways, switching on lights to check the rooms, and shutting them when he's done.
He eventually comes across the study, a relatively neat room with a few books and papers lying here and there (It is nothing in comparison to the mess that is America's.) and he peers around, looking through the books. Most of them are just historical, relating to the history of mostly, Canadians, but then again, he is in Canada.
Nothing looks very personal though. Just some history logs, books, and some other random objects like a globe and a telescope.
“Odd... I figured most of his personal stuff would be in here because it's his study... or would hiding it in his study be too obvious?” England frowns; this isn't how things should have gone. Then again, he can't expect things to go perfectly as he hoped.
He lingers in the room, leisurely looking around, opening drawers and climbing on chairs to see higher shelves. England digs through the papers on his desk, papers about politics, the economic crisis - he must have been a government official in Canada, like his brother in America.
There is not much that points to his identity though. England stands, disappointed, and turns his heel, shutting off the light as he leaves, and tiptoes around the house, searching for more, anything.
England opens every door, every nook and cranny, rummages through it like a raccoon in a garbage can. He has to find it, anything, who he is, what he is, everything that he was.
He finds himself back at Canada's study.
All because there's a hope, he pleads in his mind, a hope that maybe, just maybe, there is something here he missed. Maybe something hidden in the books, yeah! England sits on the wooden floor, pulling out dusty book by dusty book, flipping through the pages, and before he knows it, it is almost dawn.
Despite how tired he is, he refuses to sleep, insists on continuing to search. It's as if it is almost an obsession.
And suddenly, a tattered, sepia-toned letter falls out of a book. Corners bent, edges burnt and ripped.
He notices it fell out of the page of an American history book, the one quoting the Declaration of Independence.
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