Emergency Hotline (Book 1)

Chapter 3

America went in the police. Frustrated with the prank calls.

"Step on it." He commanded the officer.

They went most likely over the speed limit.

Liam/America didn't care. He hated getting prank calls. It was always prank calls to him.

Viktor? Yeah sure.

"Sir, we are here. What should we do? You didn't tell us the code Liam." The officer said as they both got out of the car.

"Code, prankster. I'll find the people behind this."

"Yes Liam. SCAN THE AREA!" He said, America saw the house.

Not the best one in the world be certainly not the worst.

It was made of bricks, and the roof was black.

He went inside, "Hello? This is the Dispatcher. We have the police." Liam said. Scanning the kitchen.

"Oh no! Russia never said this would happen..." A little girl said peeking out from the corner.

It was a country. Belarus, America was even more triggered.

Seriously? A country? Out of all people on earth.

"Hello..! I see you!" America said.

The little girl realized he had a flag just like her.

"Hi...I am, Brianna.." She said walking towards America.

"I am the same as you Belarus."

"I know. Just fun pretending to be a kid ya know? These humans are so gullible." She said giggling.

"Mhm. You know that I got y'alls prank call?" He said in a serious tone.

"It was like he said. It was a dog." She said smirking.

"Liar." He snapped back

"Maybe, maybe not. It was all Russia's fault."

"You do know the police are here?"

"Can't you convive them?" The pointed out, technically yes. But he'd never do that. It'd make the police mad.

"Fine. Where is this 'Russia' Brianna." He said in a ticked off tone.

"Upstairs, and thanks Liam." She said, running off.

America sighed, and walked to the stairs.

The stairs were crooked, they were spiral.

America tends to get nauseous climbing up stairs so once he got to the last step.

He fell to the ground.

"Woah. You okay?"

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"Woah.You ok.?" Said someone in front of Liam

"Yeah just—" As he got up see saw the flag, he stood in stone.

"Wh— oh." Said the flag, white, blue then red.

"So you're the one who did this." America said as he walked in front of the flag. The flag walked backwards.

"Look I didn't mean to—"

"I am sick and tired of people treating me this way. I am sick and tired of people like you." Liam said pulling out his gun.

He pointed it at the flag.

The flag was breathing heavily. He had his hands up. Then he laughed.

"What's so funny?" America asked.

"As an a American frat boy form..it makes it harder to believe you'll kill me." He kept laughing.

America wasn't having any of that.

They were 7 feet apart.

America was thinking about what he just said.

"Laugh and...I-I'll shoot!" America said, trying to act intimidating.

"You're funny. How old are you?" The flag asked out of curiosity.

"Classified. We have the police and they'll shoot you.!" America.

"You can't. We'd both be dead, it's the—"

"Act of two and two I know.." Liam said putting away the gun.

"Yeah. Believe me and I hate that rule too." The flag said.

"Ok fine, I'll let y'all off." America said, The flag look relived.

"Re—"

"No, I am keeping track of this in case it happens again."

"Darn. Would've made a great story for my future kids, man." The flag bragged,

"Name, age and birth of date." America said, pulling out his phone to write his report.

"Name Viktor or to you Russia, age 18. Birthday— no clue." Russia stated his information.

"What do you mean you have no clue?" America asked putting his phone away.

"Maybe I was like 12 when dad died, that was my birthday. And I chose not to remember that day." The flag said crossing his arms.

"Fine. I'll leave now. But you better not call 911 again unless there is a real emergency. It ain't no hotline for pranks."

America fussed, the Russian just found it hilarious. Made him have butterflies.

"Alright, but what if I just wanna call you..?"

"Har har. Not a chance," America said walking towards the stairs.

"I wouldn't go down those stairs—" As soon as the Russian said that, America fell on the first step.

"I see your point-" America said as the Russian helped him up.

"Yeah, this house has always been a disaster."

"What school do you go to?" America asked out of curiosity.

"Oh..it's like- Princeton University."