England paced through out his meeting. It wasn't because his country was in danger. No Arthur had something else on his mind.
He'd left his little ward Vicky in the hands of Ivan of Russia. He didn't want to, but everyone else was busy. It wasn't till now that he feared for poor Vicky's life. That monster Russia was probably pulling her pig-tails and everything.
Oh, no. Mother of the Queen, no the pig-tails anything, but those precious curly pig-tails he'd worked so hard to make sure were even. Arthur's pace begin to get faster and closer to the door. Once the words "it's over" left his boss's lips; England ran to his Vicky.
It had only been a few months since Arthur tricked Vicky to come stay with him. That left France, or Francis to his friends (which Arthur was not), poor and unhappy. And France's unhappiness made England as happy as a school girl.
Arthur thought Vicky was just a pawn to get to France, but these past months had been so wonderful to England. Although no one could replace his dear America. Vicky always helped the time in-between Alfred's visits pass by quicker.
Then, Arthur heard a scream this scream shocked him out of his day dream and back into his reality. His Vicky was in trouble. He needed to get her away from Russia. But how?
To be continued.
