Texts from Distant Lovers

Chapter I

By: a super awesome person

It was a cold December evening on Earth. I park my metallic silver pickup truck in the parking lot in front of the entrance to McDonald's. I sigh, looking at my warm breath dissolve into nothing in front of me. I walk into the smells of soggy fries and greasy hamburgers at McDonald's. I order a meal and lean on the store's stone counter.

"Iggy r u there?" I texted my boyfriend, Arthur, on Kik.

"What do u want Alfred? Didn't u kno I'm cooking food?" Arthur replied.

"Dude, I thought we agreed on getting MY food?" I texted back.

"Listen I gtg now. Txt u back l8r. Dont ask questions." My blond boyfriend said.

I sighed again. For some reason, that last statement didn't sound like the Arthur/England I know. But then again, we were texting, so I couldn't hear the tone of his voice. I tuck my phone into my back pocket and look to see if my order had come yet. Sure enough, it did. I sat at a table near the children's playground and ate. This doesn't feel right. I feel so lonely sitting at a table alone without my Artie. I figured that since he was cooking English food I would be the only person to eat McDonald's, right? I watched the children play with their Happy Meal toys, smiling at their parents, and shouting, "See mommy!" or "See daddy!" Their happy faces look so cheerful unlike mine. After I ate, I sat at the table twiddling my thumbs. I pulled out my phone to see if Arthur replied.

"You there bro?" I texted Arthur. The symbol for "on device" lights up. I immediately start spamming with the message, "U there?" No reply. "Eh, screw it, he's probably eating food."

I go back into the frigid, cold weather and hop into my truck. In 15 minutes, I get to the house that Arthur and I share.

"ARTIE! I'M HOME!" I shout. No reply. "Hm…" I think to myself. I check every room until I come across a note.

"Dear America 3,

I have taken your lover prisoner for invading my country. Get him back before I do… "things" to him 3.

Love, France 3"

"That son of a bitch!" I scream. Francis/France has always hated England, but not enough to take him prisoner while I'm away! I'll go get him since I'm the HERO!

Author's Note: Yo, this is Noiz, and this is my first fanfiction on ! I'm so excited, yet nervous to see all the feedback on it but, hopefully the feedback is good. Sorry if it's too... how should I say it... fast. I did this fanfiction when I was extremely tired and I had equally fast editing and revision processes so the story might be sloppy. Other than that, that's all I have to say. Have a good day