The American's Past |Revamp|

Part 3- despite everyone being crowded in a cabin thank god I can cook.

When North Italy opened the door they all expected just nothing to be there. Nope there was something as we peered in and saw a huge ass cabin. Now it was reminiscent of the kind of home Sweden and Finland had as in back whatever that was but made of wood and luckily had some updated technology. North Italy smiled and just walked in and said

"Ve~ it's so very warm!" And just simply left to go exploring. The rest of the axis trio left to follow him especially Germany who was shouting about being careful if this place is booby trapped. It was only a matter of time before everyone else piled in. Only Alfred, Matthew, and Russia stayed behind.

"So dudes....what the hell is going on?" Alfred asked hoping they knew answers

Canada shook his head "I-I don't know, I especially don't remember this happening if the spell is right."

"Like the one England cast? I mean it's been a while since I got in touch with my more magical roots but it certainly looked like a memory spell." America responded, scratching his head hoping He could remember what exactly was cast.

"Well it certainly is strange да? We should keep a look out and hope we get out of this place soon." Russia said with a small smile, oh Alfred hoped he was right. If this was a memory spell and especially a lengthy one it could possibly mean a very in-depth look in his past and Alfred certainly don't want the nations even though He did enjoy a lot of the nations other company like South Italy and Japan some secrets were meant to be buried.

Russia seemed to understand what America was thinking and patted his shoulder "we're always with you America, no matter what."

Matthew nods along "yeah you're my brother and I won't leave you alone."

He smiles and hugs them without warning which elicits a flinch from Canada and a bear hug from Russia. They stay like this for a bit before America finally lets them go.

Once he enters the home he sees quite a sight. Nations are scattered about the cabin, some inspecting the older furniture and reminiscing about the old technology. Luckily there was no one in the kitchen or what seemed to be the kitchen area. He inspected the cooking utensils and the only modern thing seemed to be a fridge. While he's thinking about it Italy was right, it's very warm here. Which is good luckily. When he opens the fridge he sees an onslaught of food....oh this is perfect. He's been itching for soul food. So picking out a few ingredients and familiarizing himself with the tools. After a while he finally got some Gumbo going. The savory and spicy aroma filled the living area and he sighed in nostalgia. Maybe he wouldn't be as good as him but it might be enough. Quite unaware of the people gathering around he opens the pot lid that's boiling over the fire and serves himself some. Until he looks up and sees China asking what he's making, and before he could get a word out people are gathered around. He chuckles and and simply gathered more bowls and spoons. At least he is useful for something.