Chapter 1

His eyes widened as the carnivore bloodied his paws with its fresh kill, a whisper of denial passed through his lips.

"Oh Angleterre! Did you see Matheiu at the meeting today?!" Francis's eyes sparkled as he stopped the Englishman from leaving.

The man took a breath and crossed his arms. "What about him?" he asked, keeping his voice neutral.

Throwing his hands up in frustration France gripped England by the shoulders roughly, "What do you mean what about him?! Oh mon cher! Mathieu is absolutely adorable!"

England hung his head in jealousy, he kept his fists clenched. "France…"

France gave him a devilishly charming grin. "What? Oh don't be jealous Angleterre! There is plenty of me to go around!"

Green eyes glared into the slightly taller man's.

Releasing the Englishman's shoulders, France chuckled nervously. "Sheesh, mon cher! What's wrong with you today?"

England shook his head and closed his eyes, he turned and took a deep breath and tilted his head up, "France, we have been together for how long now?"

His eyes grew wide as he remembered his monogamous relationship with the green eyed man before him. "Oh yeah…" France smiled a charming smile and answered: "About a month… well… exactly a month today!"

"Glad you at least remembered that," he muttered under his breath. England opened his eyes slightly and looked to the floor. "I know you tend to flirt a lot, but sometimes… it's just too much."

"Oh petitami!!! Je t'aime!" France grabbed England and flung him into a dip, holding him tightly, "You know that!"

Green eyes widened as he blushed darkly, his hands flew around France's neck, "F-France!" When the blonde had dipped him, his leg flew up, throwing him even more off balance.

France quickly kissed England and held him up. "You know I would never drop you mon Angleterre!" He lifted the smaller man up and caressed his cheek softly.

England blushed darker at how romantic his boyfriend was being. He smiled slightly and sighed.

"So… Do you want to come back to my place petitami?" He gave his love another charming grin he was famous for.

The dirty blonde haired man blinked in surprise and shock. England's blush faded slowly to just his cheeks. "A-Alright."

France quickly picked up England bridal-style and ran back to his place, giggling like a school girl all the way there.

The blond man shoved his supplies into his bag with vigor. He slung it over his shoulder heading toward the boat off the shore of the land, 'I WILL find a new one!'

"Oh France… You will be mine…" Canada whispered to himself as he watched France carry off England. "Humph… What does he see in that guy anyway!?" He quickly left his hiding spot and tried to think of somehow… Someway… to tear apart England and France. "Maybe something… "Unfortunate" should happen to England." Canada snickered to himself as the plan formed more and more in his head.

The ice blue eyed man stepped off of the boat and looked around; opening his jacket, 'Hot…' he walked forward, wanting to run into someone.

On his walk home Canada noticed a small boat on the pier and a strange looking man. The blond haired guy seemed very odd and he had the strange feeling he should keep a good distance from him.

The man looked to his left and looked straight at Canada; he smiled and started walking toward him.

Canada backed up slowly and held his hands out in front of him. "Hi…?" This couldn't end well…

The man extended his hand. "Hi, I am Antarctica!"

He looked at the extended hand and nervously grabbed it. "I-I'm… Canada… Nice to meet you…?"

The foreigner gripped his hand firmly and smirked. "Canada… You're my new friend."

"Uhhh… You can let go now…" He knew this wasn't a good idea… He shouldn't have shaken this guy's hand!

Antarctica's eyes narrowed. "You're my new friend. Friends don't leave each other…"

Canada tried to yank his hand out of Antarctica's but failed miserably. Starting to panic, he quickly thought of his previous plan to get rid of England, "I know a guy that would l-love to be your friend too! Even go back home with you I bet!"

The blond stopped and looked at him critically. "Really?"

"Really! He's even cute too! His name is England. I can take you to him if you want." Canada's smirk grew as his plan started to fall into place.

Antarctica smirked back at him, "Alright," he let him go and put his hands behind him, crossing his arms and holding his forearms.

Canada started back toward France's place, hoping he wouldn't interrupt anything… Well ok! He wouldn't mind that really! Smiling he told Antarctica, "Come on! Hurry up!"

Antarctica smiled brightly and followed quickly after his new… acquaintance?

England smiled at his boyfriend and hugged him tightly, "I love you France," he closed his eyes and sighed in content.

"Oh my Angleterre! Je vous aime à!" France returned the hug and nibbled lightly and on England's ear. "So what do you want to do my petitami?"

The slightly shorter man shivered and smiled. "I actually have to talk to America. So I have to go soon, okay love?"

France pouted and looked at England with big blue puppy dog eyes. "I guess…. Promise to return to me soon?"

England smiled, "Of course." He kissed his nose and, getting up from his spot next to his boyfriend, said, "See you later my love."

Settling back onto his bed, France's thoughts wandered off to England's return. He smiled deviously once more and yawned. He couldn't wait!

England closed the front door quietly and sighed in happiness, 'I love him so much!' He was so immersed in his thoughts he didn't notice the two figures that were approaching him.

"There he is!" Canada whispered coarsely to Antarctica. "Just grab him and I'll help you take him home!"

Antarctica smiled and nodded as he started going towards England.

Canada motioned for Antarctica to wait. "Wait a second… This is too close to uhhh… Another of his friends that would hog him all to himself! Let's wait a block or two."

"Alright," he waited with Canada until the man told him to go for it.

"That should be far enough…" Canada grinned and started to wave. "HEYYY ENGLAND! Over here! There is someone I want you to meet!"

The man in question looked up and saw Canada; he stopped walking toward America's European apartment and turned, "Alright, but it has to be quick. I have to talk to America." He walked over and looked at the stranger. England smiled and extended his hand. "Hi."

Antarctica took his hand and pulled him towards him. He lifted the smaller person and carried him on his shoulder.

England's eyes widened, "H-Hey! Put me down!"

Canada randomly pulled out a chloroform filled cloth and held it against England's mouth and nose, "Night night…"

The hands grabbed onto his wrist trying to take it off. England tried holding his breath to not pass out, but didn't succeed. He inhaled trying to kick the man holding him and push Canada off at the same time, 'Please…. Help me… France…,' was his last thought before passing out.

Antarctica smiled happily as he carried the now limp body to the boat. "Thank you Canada!"

"Anytime, friend!" Canada smiled at the blond haired man who had just helped him make his plan possible. Now all he had to do was to go get France... And convince him that England left him.

England awoke shivering, he didn't know where he was all he knew was that it was cold, he opened his eyes slowly to find ice blue eyes staring back at him. He tried to jump backward, but realized he was tied in place in a chair, "W-who are you?"

Antarctica smiled, "Your new friend!" He stood up from the chair he was in that was located in front of England and walked around him, he hugged the terrified man and laughed, "And we are going to be best friends forever!"

France was running toward England frantically, failing to catch him. "Angleterre! Don't leave me! Please!" He woke in a cold sweat and jolted up in his bed. Looking at his clock it was almost 2 in the morning and England still hadn't been back. The dream and absence of his petitami worried him but he had to wait till morning to do anything. Lying back down in his bed, France tried unsuccessfully to fall back asleep.

He couldn't sleep at all; he gave up and muttered, "On n'aime que ce qu'on ne possède pas tout entier. Of course it's always like that..." France got up and quickly took a shower, unaware of a pair of dark blue eyes watching him through his window.

Canada's eyes widened and he grinned perversely. He whispered to himself. "Now to keep him from looking for that guy..."

France wrapped a towel around him and shook his head, letting water fling everywhere. He looked in the mirror and thought he needed a shave, but he could do that later! England was surely in trouble! He always came over when he said he would. He continued to his closet and picked out his so called "flashy" outfit. England just was jealous...

Canada waited by the front door thinking about what he wanted to say, the door opened and he looked up under his lashes. "France?"

"Oh Canada! What are you doing here so early? Not that I mind of course," France grinned at the dark blue eyed man in front of him as he ushered him inside. Maybe Canada knew where England was! "Hey! Have you seen England?"

Canada took a deep breath, "France there is something I need to tell you." He looked dead straight into his eyes. "England was with America." he said quickly, trying to keep up the act.

France's smile froze on his face as he took in what Canada meant, "Oh Mathieu... I'm sure you're mistaken! My Angleterre would never..." His smile faded from his face and his eyes turned gloomy, "Really....?"

It almost killed Canada to see his crush like this, but he needed France to be with him! "Yes. I'm sorry France..." The green-eyed man went forward to hug him comfortingly but stopped when he pulled away, "France?"

Tears welled up in France's eyes, "How could he do this to me! I...I've never had this happen before... Oh Mathieu..." He put his face in his hands and mumbled; "What do I do..."

Canada would have been jumping with joy at how well he plan was going, but he couldn't, seeing as his love was breaking down in front of him. "It's alright France. He doesn't deserve you. Anybody who does this kind of thing doesn't deserve you."

France leapt at Canada and smothered him in a hug. The green-eyed man was very sweet and France had liked him for a while, he kissed Canada's cheek and pulled back. "Thank you mon cher... But I think I must talk to Angleterre myself."

Canada's eyes widened in terror. "But what he did to you! I would never talk to him again!" he said desperately trying to steer France away from confronting someone about it. 'Oh no what if he finds out?! He'll never talk to me again!' he thought frantically.

"Oh mon amant~! You are simply adorable!" France leaned in toward Canada and gave him a charming smile as he winked at him. "Everyone knows you never leave loose ends in a relationship!"

The blonde man stared at him wide eyed, 'He will hate me... never talk to me again...'

"So where is England anyways mon cher?" France stood up and grabbed his coat that was hanging by the door of his house. Somehow it was already starting to get light out, had he been stalled that long?

Canada stayed at the door staring at nothing. 'I have to tell him... I have to tell him the truth...'

"Mathieu?" France looked back at Canada only to see him staring blankly back at him, chuckling slightly, he walked to him and took the man's face in his hands and pressed his lips against his. "Merci for watching out for me, mon amant, I will not forget this."

Canada's eyes widened and unspeakable warmth spread throughout his body, he thought he would have felt on top of everything when France had kissed him, but it only made him feel worse. The man he adored was about to walk out when he grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. Canada bowed his head as he felt tears start to prick the back of his eyes, still holding onto France's jacket.

Seeing Canada's distress France was worried, "Oh what's wrong, amant? Have I done something to upset you?" He grabbed Canada's hands and tried to look into his eyes that were hidden behind his hair. Failing, he let go of one hand and caressed the green-eyed man's cheek. He held his chin in his hand and brought his face up enough so that they looked eye to eye. "What's wrong mon cher?"

Canada burst into tears. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" He leaned forward into France's chest, "I sorry! I wasn't thinking straight! I swear!" He bawled into the taller man's chest, "Please forgive me...please..." His breathing was very irregular due to the crying, but he just wanted to tell France now, "I'm so so sorry..." he whispered clutching on to the jacket.

France eyes widened and he hugged Canada to his chest tightly. "Oh mon cher! Don't cry! What are you talking about?" He thought to himself. 'What on earth is going on?'

Canada shook his head. "I'm so sorry..." he was crying hysterically now and shaking, the blonde now had the hiccups that come with the intense crying."I was going to get kidnapped by someone but I told him I knew someone who would let him and I led him to England and now he's gone! I know you won't ever talk to me again but I wanted you for myself so I wasn't thinking straight I'm sorry!" he said quickly as to the crying, various hiccups were strewn through the run on sentence as he said it.

"WHAT?!" France couldn't believe what he was hearing and thousands of questions poured through, "You did... what?! How could you? Where is Angleterre! Who took him?"

Canada sobbed even more, "I'm so sorry! I really like you and I was jealous please forgive me!" He put his hands over his eyes, "A nation called Ant-Antarctica. He tried to take me at first but then I thought if England was out of the picture you would like me more!"

"Oh mon cher... You know Angleterre is mon petitami~! Of course I like you, but I'm with someone!" France put his hand on Canada's cheek lightly and continued, "I'm going to go find Angleterre. But when we come back, you will have to be... punished!" France chuckled at his implications then set out to go find his England.

Canada knew he would have deserved this. "France!" He ran and caught up to his love. "If it helps any, he went on a boat." The blonde wiped his eyes and sniffed. "I'm really sorry," he whispered again.

Taking Canada's face into his hands, France stared passionately into his eyes. He pulled the shorter man to him and softly kissed him farewell. "Adieu mon cher,"

"Bye..." he whimpered brokenly. Canada watched as France left him standing there alone. Then he started thinking, 'Antarctica looked like he didn't want to let me go and he would have actually taken me forcefully like he took England...what if he doesn't let England go?' Canada's eyes widened, "Oh no..."

Antarctica let a little smile slip as he stared at his new friend. He was actually happy for once! He pondered out loud, "So what's your name new friend...?"

England looked at him warily. "En-England," he gulped and cursed at himself for stuttering. 'I want to go home; I want to be with France.' He thought pitifully and looked down as to avoid contact as much as possible from the man who had kidnapped him.

"England! That's a good name... We'll be best friends!" He was so happy he had trouble hiding it but quickly regained his composer and kneeled down in front of the other man. Antarctica tried to get him to look at him but failed.

"You know it's rude for friends to avoid looking at each other....." He spoke in a monotone voice.

England closed his eyes tightly; he really needed to get out of there. 'I don't like this feeling I have right now...' he thought to himself. He knew something was going to happen.

He was getting frustrated and grabbed England by his hair, pulling his head back to look at him. "Now, now... You don't want to be rude right? Bad things happen to rude people~! I just want to be your friend." Antarctica gave him a creepy smile and released his hair, patting him on the head.

England opened his eyes and looked at the man terrified. 'What am I going to do?' he thought desperately, he was still freezing cold, and he was still tied to a chair, nothing was any better about his situation.

"And now you refuse to talk..." Antarctica sighed. He suddenly noticed the bound man was shivering and went into the other room to fetch something warm for him.

England watched him go and tried to struggle out of his bonds, he gave up after a few tugs and sat there, 'France, where are you?' he thought sadly.

"Il congèle le froid~!!!" France held himself as the wind picked up again. "Why couldn't Australia have kidnapped my Angleterre? Or Egypt!"

After a few hours of sailing in continually colder weather, France saw a snow covered pier on the horizon and yelled, "I'm coming for you mon amour~!!!!"

Okay, so this is a RP with my friend jess and i; and we decided to put this up on this site. (: tell us what you think of it!

-HEP-