[England isn't too far from America, unwilling to let the bitty colony out of sight. He too starts once he hears the commotion, but there is no magical safety zone for him. He can only keep his ears open while he explains to America.]
...I don't know.
[Not that it's much of an explanation.
England withdraws his knife from his belt -- he'd have to see about making a harness for it -- and glances down to America.] Stay close to me.
[That said, he slowly starts to creep to the end of the bookshelf, to see if he can catch a glimpse of whatever it is from around the corner.]
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...I don't know.
[Not that it's much of an explanation.
England withdraws his knife from his belt -- he'd have to see about making a harness for it -- and glances down to America.] Stay close to me.
[That said, he slowly starts to creep to the end of the bookshelf, to see if he can catch a glimpse of whatever it is from around the corner.]