Chapter 2


Antarctica finally found his warm fuzzy blanket that he always slept with at night and quickly snatched it up. He returned to England and gave his new friend a small smile. "I got you a blanket..." Slightly blushing at his sign of affection for his friend, he wrapped the warm blanket around the shivering man and sat in front of him again. "So will you talk to me now?"

England looked at his kidnapper and then down again. "You can't just force someone to be your friend. It just doesn't happen like that. You have to get to know them first."

"I... But... I..." He stuttered as he tried to find some way to counter this theory England had, "Well I can get to know you right here!!! That's it!" Antarctica gave him another creepy smile and gently lifted his chin up to look at him. "Why won't you look at me?!"

"Because I'm terrified! Who wouldn't if someone they didn't know suddenly took them forcefully and tied them up?!" He replied looking at him like he was crazy.

His smile slowly faded at the man's sudden outburst and he stood up. "Well. If you see it that way..."

England looked terrified and tried to struggle against his bonds again, 'He is insane!!'

Antarctica took out a small white cloth from his pocket and slowly approached England, "Maybe you'll change your tone when you wake up..." He suddenly pressed the cloth to the struggling man's mouth and nose and kept it there until he passed out. When his deed was done, he untied the unconscious man and dragged him into his bedroom. Antarctica picked him up gently and placed him on his bed.

"Night night my new friend..." he said, leaving the room and locking the door behind him.


Canada sighed as he ran his hand through his blonde hair, 'I can't let them get hurt! I have to help them somehow...' He had stowed away on France's boat and was just hoping he wouldn't find him. He didn't know what to do to help but he knew he was going to try. Canada took a deep breath and shivered. 'Didn't know it was going to be this cold...'

France sang. "Oh la mer! Comment joli! The sea... How I love you... Even if you are freezing cold..." He smiled happily as his boat docked at the frozen harbor and he threw a line to the pier. Ruffling through his supplies he suddenly heard someone shivering. "Oui! Whose there!" He stepped back from the breathing box and called again, "Come out!"

Canada sighed and got out from the supplies he looked at France guiltily. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to help"

Breathing a sigh of relief France approached Canada and put a hand on his shoulder. "Je pardonne, I'd rather have you stow away than Russia!" He finished gathering his supplies in his of course flashy carrying bag and motioned for Canada. "Mathieu, if you wish to help, carry some supplies and venez s'il vous plaît! Hurry up!"

Canada rushed. "I'm hurrying!" he felt a little bit of relief now that he didn't have to hide.

France smiled at the boy's relief from his forgiveness. He really had an impact on him; of course... he did for everyone! Chuckling with his own pride he hopped gracefully off of the boat and started to walk. Suddenly he realized how would he find his Angleterre?? This was a huge snowy wasteland! How could he find his little ami in all of this snow! In the middle of his inner chaos he looked to the right of the pier and saw a decent sized house, with a tall, very pale blond man locking the door behind him. "Oh! Je le savais! Of course I knew that!" He smiled back at Canada and started quickly toward the kidnapper.

Canada blinked and ran after him, stumbling as he went. "France! Wait a second!"

Freezing in mid-stride, France turned around and gave another charming smile to Canada, "Oui mon ami? What is it?"

"What if he doesn't let England go?"

France's eyebrows raised and he questioned Canada. "Mathieu, what do you mean?"

"Because he tried to take me against my will, so if he had England… then he might not give him up so easily," the blonde said rubbing the back of his head.

Patting the top of Canada's head, France continued smiling at him, "Mon ami, my love for England alone shall give me the strength to rescue him from his captor!" He struck a heroic pose and glittered a bit but soon he felt a presence behind him. "Oh… Mathieu, there is… someone behind me, none?"

Canada sweat dropped and nodded. "Yes France, there is someone behind you."

"Hi! Will you be my friends too!?" Antarctica poked Frances back hard and continued, "You better be my friends… Or else…" he laughed to himself, "Just kidding!"

France looked around, smile still stuck on his face and spoke, "Oh… But… mon ami… I'm looking for MY friend… Maybe you have seen him, oui?"

Canada slowly shrunk away from the blonde, he was about half way behind his friend when he looked back to Antarctica and noticed his eyes were focused on him.

"Ahhhh! My friend that brought me my best friend! I'm so happy! Now I have lots of friends!" Antarctica swung his arms around both men and continued, "Let's all go back to my house and we can have a tea party! Everyone likes tea parties!"

France felt uncomfortable with this strange man's arm around him, yet when he tried to pull free he was met with an odd strength and a smile that concealed a death glare. He coughed uneasily and spoke again, "Oui mon ami… That would be very fun… Right Mathieu?"

Canada was shaking not only because of the cold now, "Y-Yeah," he squeaked timidly.

"Yay friends!" Antarctica chirped happily as he dragged France and Canada to his house.

France kept smiling and thought to himself, 'As long as I have mon Angleterre in the end… I don't care what happens."

Canada bit his lip and took a deep breath, 'Don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out.' He repeated in a mantra in his head.

Kicking open the door, Antarctica brought the two men to his living room and left them, "I'll be right back!"

France whispered quietly to Canada, "Let's find mon Angleterre!" He continued looking through the cold house in random rooms until he finally happened upon Antarctica's bedroom. England lied there unmoving and France could only think of the worst. "Angleterre! No!!! You can't be!" France burst out sobbing at the sight of his still lover.

Canada went forward and checked his pulse, "France… He's still alive!"

Almost taking flight out of sheer happiness, France soared over and jumped on top of England. "Mon petit ami! Wake up!!!" France straddled England and pressed his forehead against his lovers.

England grunted and slowly opened his eyes. Once they registered the blue eyes, he sucked in a breath and flung his arms around France's neck, "France!" he buried his hands in his hair, "Oh bloody hell you're finally here!"

France captured England's lips in a passionate embrace. His tongue teased his lover's lips, asking for entrance. His mind fogged with lust and passion and he forgot everything that was happening around him.

England had almost forgot what it was like, and he opened his mouth to let the foreign tongue invade his mouth, he moaned quietly into the kiss and placed both of his hands on either side of his love's face. He pushed France away gently and opened his eyes, England smiled in happiness and hugged him tightly again.

Canada shifted awkwardly from one foot to another as they made out on the bed. He had still been standing beside them and didn't really have the heart to interrupt.

"Ah friends! There y… Oh... oh my!" Antarctica entered the room with a tray of tea and cookies as he saw France and England, "Well… My friend is very close friends it would seem!" France barely snapped out of his haze to notice the kidnapper entering the room. Antarctica slowly approached the bed and had lain down next to England and France and spoke again quietly, "Can I join?!"

France looked at him with a mortified expression then looked back at England.

Canada would have busted out laughing at the expression on England's face, but seeing how freaky the situation was he chose to keep quiet.

England's face was half mortified a fourth terrified, and the other fourth just looking sick. He looked at France with pleading eyes.

France wanted this weirdo away from him. He quickly thought of a solution and even pay back Canada for getting them all in this situation in the first place! "Oh… I think we are a little busy… mon ami, but Mathieu over there has no one to love at all!" He smiled at the strange man and kissed England quickly once more.

Antarctica kept a small smirk on his face as he sat up. Looking at the man standing next to the door, he chirped, "Oh Matthew! Can I kiss you?" Before waiting for an answer, Antarctica charged toward Canada with arms out reached. Reaching the young man, he wrapped his arms around him and pressed his lips firmly against Canada's.

Matthew's eyes widened as he felt an arm snake around his waist, his hands were on Antarctica's shoulders frying to push him off.

France reclined on the bed next to England and watched the scene before him. Antarctica held onto his target tightly and forced his tongue into Canada's mouth. He trailed a hand down Canada's body until he reached his butt and firmly squeezed.

Canada squeaked and shut his eyes tightly; he tried to wiggle out of the grasp but to no avail, 'Lemmegolemmego! FRANCE I HATE YOU!!!' he thought trying to push away from Antarctica.

"Oh Canada…" Antarctica moaned into the kiss. He pulled the younger man to the floor and pinned him tightly against it.

France's eyes bulged as he watched Canada and Antarctica. Looking to England he asked, "Should we stop them?"

The blonde's eyes were wide and frightened, 'Oh no!' He tried really pushing the man off of him, 'Help!'

England looked back at France and nodded.

Sighing loudly, France sat up with a grunt and scanned the room. His eyes landed on a sturdy wooden chair and he quickly dashed to pick it up. Sneaking up behind Antarctica, he hit him and with a loud *WACK* the kidnapper was out like a light. Antarctica fell hard on top of Canada and a huge bump appeared on his head where France had hit him.

"Well that was easy enough!" France smiled charmingly at England and winked at him.

England rolled his eyes smiling and sat up.

Canada pushed him off and stood up fast, his breathing was slightly labored and his eyes were wide with fear. The brunette stood up, blinked and then sat down again, "Whoa…" he said quietly.

"Hmm?" The Frenchman looked at England happily. "What's wrong mon ami? The kidnapper is out cold!" France walked over to him and pressed against him again, making him lay down. "I say this is cause for celebration…"

England rolled his eyes, smiling slightly, "Bloody pervert." He pushed the Frenchman off of him and sat back up, the dizziness came back and he shook his head to clear it.

"Ruin my fun…" France grumbled under his breath at the Englishman. He pondered how long Antarctica would be out, even though he didn't really care much. He was more focused on the disheveled state his lover was in. His hair was damp and messy and his clothes were wrinkled and slightly torn at some places. "You look really hot Angleterre!" He announced in a lusty voice. Suddenly he remembered Canada in the room and looked back at him, "Wow… So do you Mathieu!" His eyes widened at Canada's even more disheveled state and he found himself liking it almost as much as his England. Boy… This was his lucky day!

Canada blushed and started to straighten out his outfit.

England rolled his eyes and smiled, "France, you're a perverted bastard." He stood up, finished with his dizzy spell, "Can we go now?"

Sighing again, France grumbled to himself about being teased and tortured. He stood up reluctantly and hooked an arm around England's. He next walked over to Canada and offered an arm out to the still shaken young man, "Shall we depart mon amis?"

"Uhm… Yeah." He gently took the arm and walked with them out of the room.

France dragged the three of them out of the cold, lonely house and into the frigid cold air. "Well mon amis... I'm not sure this is any better than inside..." He led the way to the pier that he had left his boat at only to find... His boat was no longer there. "Uh... oh...."

Canada blinked at the lack of ship, "W-w-where d-d-did it g-go?"


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