A/n: Wow, this is my first author's note, ever! Ok, first off I would like to apologize for the lack of action going on in this very short chapter. Don't worry the story IS DEFINITELY going to pick up soon. XD

Second of all, I know things can be a bit confusing if you are not familiar with the plot of Mousetrap, so I have decided to add a little synopsis/prelude at the beginning of the entire story. In the synopsis I explain the basic plot and original characters, but I don't want to reveal to much about the events since it will ruin the suprise that unfolds. Therefore, at the end of the story I will finish summarizing the original play's events, that way the story won't be ruined. If you are familiar with the play it helps add to some of the subtle humor I worked in, so if you have time and are interested in it, then I suggest you run to the nearest library and pick up a copy of the famous English play by Agatha Christie!

Ok, to end this super long author's note I just want to say: Enjoy the show-ehrmm- I mean story.

After I left Iggy in the kitchen, now safely assured that the house was not going to be burned down by what he calls cooking, I quickly hurried to my- our room . . . oh my god how nice it was to be able to call it OUR room! Finally. I was so glad my grandmother had left me her place in England, because . . . well now I could finally truly share a piece of property with England himself! I mean the Arthur-England of course, not the . . . oh you know what I mean. Anyways, now we finally could own something together, something that was not just America's-which-was-shared-with-England or England's-which-was-shared-with-America BUT Something-which-was-England-and-America's!

As I picked out a nice, but still warm, pair of brown khaki pants, a clean long-sleeve t-shirt with the American flag on it, and a warm hoodie declaring "Hero" on the front (a gift from Arthur . . . well I picked it out, but still-) I thought. Yes, I do that sometimes! Anyways, I thought about Agatha, my grandmother . . . though technically she wasn't ever my biological grandmother, you know with me being a nation and all, I still always called her my grandmother. She had been a sweet old woman, a great friend, and a big help whenever I needed advice on Arthur . . . and dating and stuff. I mean, I don't even remember how I first met the woman of duel nationality, part English and part American! It wasn't like she had found me lost-in-the-stupid-streets-of-London-in-the-pouring-rain-bawling-my-heart-out-and-cursing-the-world-after-a-really-bad-fight-with-Arthur, or anything like that . . . but IF she had, then she would have taken me to a nice, warm, and cozy coffee shop, ordered me some hot chocolate and edible scones, and sat down to talk with me. Yah, and then she would have somehow managed to get the confused counter person to fetch a warm towel from the back room storage closet, given me some awesome advice, and drawn a map of the surrounding area so that I could get back to where I was staying.

Yah, Agatha was a great woman, bless her soul in heave. I sure would miss her. I sighed as I finished pulling on the warm hoodie, and flopped onto the bed. I let my mind fill with countless memories of our afternoons together over the past ten years or something like that . . . human time kind of blurred in my mind since as a nation I lived so long in comparison.

She had left this manor to me in her will, and shortly after I had the FABULOUS idea to turn it into an inn. It was too beautiful a place to leave unoccupied during the time Arthur and I weren't staying in it, so I thought Let's turn it into a bed and breakfast! I mean, Arthur and I needed a break from our time-consuming jobs as nations, and what better way than fixing up the old place and getting the inn started. It was not like we would be able to always live here and run it, no we would eventually have to hire some people to do that for us, but why not at least get it going and on its feet.

Yup. Then, I faced the hard part . . . convincing Arthur. So, how did I do it, you ask? Let's just say, I have my ways. Oh! I jumped up off the bed. Was that the doorbell? I quickly scrambled downstairs. I mean, not that I was worried Iggy would accidentally insult and/or try to use some magic-curse-thinga-ma-bob on our first guest and scare them away . . . heh. No, nothing like that! I was just excited. Yah. That's it! Super duper duper excited.

But, that doesn't mean that as I scrambled down the stairs I didn't send a mental message towards the front hall along the lines of: Don't worry guest-tiieee! The HERO is on the way!