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Yes, they seem short now, but I can promise you they get longer the further we get into the story. But for now enjoy this chapter, where Francis finds out where the closet leads to.

Disclaimer: I do not own countries nor the characters, but the plot is mine.

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"Sacre bleu!" Francis said in awe. "Your closet is much bigger than I thought it was."

"Bloody hell. Bloody freakin' hell. No, no, no!" Arthur cursed while still trying to pull Francis back.

They were standing at the edge of a large meadow, where daisies and buttercups were sprinkled around the green field. Animals were grazing or simply standing in groups all around. But these weren't your typical animals. Horse-like creatures with a single horn on their foreheads stood with half-man half-goat creatures with a goatee on their chins. A brilliant clear blue sky hung over them and a gentle breeze had the flowers swaying.

This was no closet.

Francis stared in awe at the scene in front of him. He had seen many spectacular things but never something like this before. "This is amazing." He whispered.

"T-this? Oh, this is nothing." Arthur stuttered. He had long since abandoned the idea of dragging the French man out. "It's nothing at all. In fact, it's just a…a…" He looked around frantically. A what? A what?

"A dream! It's all just a dream!" he announced and waved his arms in front of Francis' face. "Wooooooooh!"

Francis swatted him away. "This is no dream. This is magic!" he yelled to the sky. The unicorns and fawns around them looked up, startled at the noise. Francis immediately ran through the field, stopping in front of each magical creature and calling out a cheery "Bonjour!"

As Francis pranced among the confused creatures, Arthur slapped his forehead and groaned. "Sacre bleu indeed."

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-Back in the Modern World-

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The door to Arthur's house slammed open. In strode a young man with blond hair, glasses, and a bomber jacket. He stopped in the entrance hall and grinned confidently. "Hey there! Sorry I'm late!" Alfred called out. No one replied. "Huh? Arthur?"

He walked around and opened doors. "Arthur!" he said into each room. "Sorry I'm late. Needed to settle a few things with Cuba but I'm here now. Ready to discuss our invasion of Korea's vital regions?" Still no reply. Alfred was getting worried.

He came upon the open closet door, where Francis and Arthur were currently in. Alfred peeked inside, found nothing and shut the door. "Damn, where is he?"

Soon Alfred had checked every room and couldn't find him anywhere. "Either Arthur decided to leave without telling me," he said, "or he was...kidnapped!"

He ran to the nearest table and jumped up on to it. Pumping his fist into the air he cried out, "This looks like a job for the hero!" After a brief pause in that form, he leaped off the table and ran out of the house to get his supplies, with no way of knowing that it would be Arthur and Francis doing the hero work very soon.

[End Chapter 2]

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The thought of Alfred showing up at Arthur's empty house was just too tempting. Can someone say sub-plot?

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