The G8 conference began and the country representatives were discussing the usual topics: treaties, country affairs, pacts, etc. A knock on the large, double doors broke the countries out of their discussion. Alfred, being the loud person that he is, yelled for the person to come in.
"Excuse my interruption, but I have very urgent news regarding Mr. Kirkland.", the messenger informed. "Please bring it to me.", Arthur stood and motioned him to come over. The messenger brought an envelope over to Arthur.
Arthur opened the envelope and read the contents inside carefully. His eyes widened and his body began to tremble slightly. Francis noticed Arthur's sudden change in behavior. "What's wrong, Angleterre?", Francis asked with a concerned tone. "My country…is in chaos…", Arthur's voice trembled. Francis gasped.
"Dude, what do you mean?", Alfred demanded. "There is a deadly virus spreading throughout Great Britain.", Arthur stood there in shock. "What kind of virus? Is it the plague?", Francis asked panic clear in his voice. "They're not sure, but my superiors already evacuated most of the British population.", Arthur informed.
"So what are you going to do, man?", Alfred questioned. Arthur's expression turned into a serious one. "I'm going to go investigate the situation personally.", he said sternly. "Non! It's too dangerous. What if you get sick, Angleterre?!", Francis exclaimed. "Francis, the virus isn't airborne. You have to come in contact with an infected by their blood or saliva.", he informed Francis. "But you could still get it…", Francis feared for Arthur's well-being.
"Well…you could accompany me, but either way I'm going with or without you, Frog!", Arthur sternly informed Francis. "I understand.", Francis sighed. Arthur excused himself from the rest of the meeting to get prepared for the trip back to Britain. Francis thought long and hard about accompanying Arthur for this voyage and he decided to go.
After the meeting ended, Francis headed over to the hotel that Arthur was staying in for the conference. He arrived at his door and knocked gently. "Come in…", Arthur half-shouted as he was packing. Francis walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "I'm going with you, Angleterre.", he spoke with a serious tone.
Arthur stopped packing and turned to meet Francis' gaze. "What did you say?", he was shocked that Francis took what he said earlier seriously. "I said I was going with you.", Francis repeated. "This could be quite dangerous…Are you sure you want to do this?", he asked Francis. "Oui…I'm up for the dangers that lie ahead.", he smirked.
"You crazy git…Well you better get packed because I'm departing soon.", Arthur informed. "I will immediately. I'll be back soon. Au revoir.", And with that, Francis left the hotel. Arthur sighed. 'I hope Francis and I know what we are up against…We may or may not ever come back.', Arthur cynically thought as he slammed his suitcase closed. He sat down on his bed and waited for Francis to return.