"Where are you, England?" France questioned, twirling a pencil in his hands. The stuffy man was usually at meetings ahead of everyone else. It was quite unlike Angleterre to be tardy. America was absent as well, which raised a few eyebrows. The murmured commentary did not escape France; in fact, it was starting to irritate him.
"I assure you Hungary; England does not have any sort of schoolboy crush on America. If he ever did," France said smoothly, putting pressure on the pencil. "It has certainly dissipated by now. Besides, Canada and Greece haven't arrived yet either. Are you going to suggest an affair between them as well?"
France knew as well as the rest of the table that it wasn't the same. Canada and Greece didn't have as much history between them as England and America. However, speaking up about it shut most of everyone up, and France managed to be pleased with that.
Suddenly, the doors to the meeting swung open. A distraught Canada was there, followed by a rather calm Greece. "Have you all heard the news?" Canada asked, trying to hide his worry. Kumajirou was hanging lazily in the blond boy's arms.
"No, mon cheri, we haven't. What has you so worried?"
"America and England have been abducted."
France felt something clench in his chest. "Kidnapped? Who on earth would have kidnapped them" Out of the corner of his eye, France noticed the Russian tense up. The sight quickly went to the back of his mind.
"Well, the story is rather hard to believe, but true. The security cameras proved everything. America and England have been kidnapped by aliens. I think America's friend Tony was behind it, because he's gone…" He glanced around the room, and was surprised to see that very few people appeared worried. Sure, America could be annoying, but he wasn't that bad, and there was England to worry about as well. "too—hey, shouldn't' we be concerned about this?"
"Now I'll never get the money he owes me, aru."
"I hope they have pasta wherever they've gone." Italy said solemnly, and Germany resisted the urge to hit him.
"It's sad that this has happened to them. We cannot let their absence put a wrench in affairs, however. Besides, what can we do about it? We are unable to afford the money to go after them." Germany glanced apologetically at France. "I know you were on good terms with England."
"What you're suggesting is that we completely forget they've existed, then?" France asked with a smile that lacked his usual gleam.
"No, I'm saying that we wait until we can afford to go after them."
"We can."
Heads turned to see Russia, who was frowning contemplatively. "We can afford to go. If we all worked together." He looked towards all their faces and furrowed his brow. A slight whine worked into his voice as he continued. "You all don't want to go after them. I can tell, you know."
"So you agree we should pursue them?" France smiled. "That's excellent. Do we have any other takers?"
The rest were silent, although Canada squirmed in his seat. "I could help, but I can't come with you. I have to take care of things for America while he's away, eh?" His voice was soft. "I'm sure you could find something at Alfred's house that could give you a lead. Also, America and Tony visited me a lot. They've left a few weird things here and there, that might be, um, alien stuff..." He slouched in his seat. "If you want to check."
"Alright." France arose from his seat. "Russia, shall we go?"
"Mm-hmm~
France and Russia agreed to investigate America's house first. Getting into America's home was a bit of a challenge, what with the American agents running around like chickens with their heads cut off in search of their nation. "Watch this Russia, perhaps you will learn some of the people skills for once." France adjusted his suit and walked to a group of people dressed in black suits. After France sweet talked a few of the agents, they were allowed inside with an escort, whom Russia didn't fail to make incredibly uncomfortable. {France wondered if he should have come alone.}
"First stop, that alien's room." France said, cracking open the door. It was…exceedingly ordinary for a room that an extraterrestrial supposedly inhabited. "The agents said they didn't find anything, though we'll give it another look over. If his agents are anything like him, it'd be no surprise if they missed something."
"Like this?" Russia hit a small button on the wall, and the room shifted. Normal walls turned to reveal large, foreign computers. There were several containers holding preserved specimens of some alien life form that one wouldn't want to get caught in a dark alley with. One container held what seemed to be a cross between a tiger and a peacock. The Russian stepped toward the computer, looking over the keyboard. "Seems even the alien has an English keyboard. " Russia mused, searching for an "ON" button. France watched the man. Russia's change in demeanor after the news of America's kidnapping was strange to him. Odd. I never thought he would've cared, after that mess of a Cold War. France thought, continuing to search the room. Then again, he was going off and searching for England, and their history was just as spotty…
Eventually, underneath the bed of all places, France found the small device Tony had been using to monitor England and America. The screen was still on, displaying a rather loud America, silent Tony, and angry [no surprise there] England.
"?" France peered closely, watching the scene.
"So Tony, where exactly are you going to take us? To your home planet? Oh, I bet it's cool there! It's hot? No, I meant it sounds awesome, Tony."
"America, that alien didn't say anything!"
"You can't hear him England? Maybe he just doesn't like you."
"I don't like him either! I mean, it's-he could have asked before he-Ask him why he took ME."
"Well Tony? Ah, he says it's because you held up his plan. . .wait, what was that about babies?"
France tried a few of the buttons, wondering if the only thing it was for was surveillance. When the screen switched to some bizarre alien language, he nearly put it back before he noticed coordinates. "Ah, the universal language of numbers." He pocketed the mechanism, glancing back to Russia. "Any luck?"
"I'm just button mashing, really." Russia smiled. "This worked. Says here he has spaceships all around. Oddly enough, we've never noticed them. Maybe we could call them up?" He typed a few things into the computer. "Ah. . . It requires a password." His face darkened, smile still strong. "No matter, we'll go and get one and destroy all the others."
"I don't think we have to be that drastic. Try Alfred."
"Do you think it would be that obvious?" Russia questioned, typing the name in.
"PASSWORD ACCEPTED. WELCOME."
"Yes. When one is in love, the loved one is usually always on the mind." France said slowly, realizing the implications. Tony the Alien loved America. This made France feel slightly at ease. What he wasn't happy about was that meant England was expendable. How did France know about Tony's feelings? Just a look around Tony's room, and watching the conversation! It was easy for the Nation renowned for romance to spot infatuation, even on the face of an alien.
". . .in love?" Russia echoed. "Hmm. I don't think I like that."
The interior of the spaceship was predominately a bright blue color, with splashes of gold where the control panels were. It reminded America vaguely of the ones from Star Trek. Except real. He, England, and Tony were sitting around a table, finishing up lunch. {He had to remind himself to ask Tony how the food capsules worked. Complete genius! One drop of water and the food turned into a hot, delicious meal.}
"You know Tony, I'm a little surprised." America said, leaning back in his chair. His attention was on a sleeping England, who only a few minutes before was STILL complaining about being taken onto the spaceship. "Maybe tea helps him sleep?" He mused. There was a mug of tea near England, half full. "Weird that he didn't drink it all, huh, Tony?"
"Weird."
America laughed. "It's alright, I was getting sick of him complaining too. Besides, England needs his rest for all the cool things you'll be showing us! Like, do aliens have secret invisibility shields or something? I think so, because we should have been able to see them! Cloaking devices would explain everything, and maybe some sort of signal jammer. . ." America paused, taken aback by what he was seeing out the window. A restaurant stood outside, with the familiar sight of golden arches. "What? I don't remember making this deal. Hey Tony, what's the sign say?"
McDonalds. Over 1 billion Earthling burgers served."
"Aliens like McDonalds." America stated as they flew by. "England would be pissed."
A/N : When I say rewrite I mean minor editing. ._.
Ah, the whole Russia and the button thing worked out too easily, but I remember I was thinking about the old-timey spaceship shows were the heroes always find out what's happening….
Yeah. As always, I love you all.