I don't know what I was going to do instead, but it doesn't really matter, now, does it? Well, I got a review from al888 and it was such a great idea, I couldn't pass it up! I changed a few things, but I think you'll like it. Heck, I think everyone will like it~ You guys better like it... It took me FOREVER!

Way 3: Snow Part 1

Summary: Alfred decides the new world conference will be held in Colorado for some awesome skiing! But when Arthur doesn't show, he goes on a mission to find the Brit. Will he be too late?

Warnings: Yaoi, Arthur being slightly very uke (I've been trying to get off making him all -blushblushblush- uke, but I'm still working on it .), Swears, both American and British. Point of views switch often, but it's all in 3rd person.

Words: Gawd only knows Dx (too lazy to count)

Rating: T

Genrea: Angst, sexual tension, adventure (kinda), fluff. Non-AU

"And that's why we should have our next meeting in the snowy mountains of Colorado," the personification of America, Alfred F. Jones, finished with a huge smile. The other personifications stared back at him blankly, as though he had just grown another head.

The young nation had been dying to go on a vacation for the longest time, but his boss simply wouldn't let him. The world meetings had been piling up and because America was a world super power, Alfred had to be at each and every one. This was the perfect opportunity to get in a little vacation. Besides, the next meeting was in his country anyway. The best part? His boss had already agreed!

"And why would we do that?" Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England asked with a glare. A few other the others nodded in agreement.

"Because it would be awesome and fun, duh!" Alfred rolled his eyes as though the answer had been obvious. "And..." Alfred bit his lip and looked away. "Well, it's all paid for and set up so... You kinda can't say no. I mean, you can, but then you won't be at the meeting and your bosses will probably get pretty pissed at you for skipping. But, hey! We'll have lots of fun!" Alfred gave a thumbs up and his best 'hero' smile. Some of the others didn't care, some groaned, and a few were angry. Either way, the next world meeting would be held at Beaver Creak, Colorado for some world affairs and wicked skiing!

"That mountain is like freaking death on a stick! That one jump shows up out of nowhere and you just, like explode if you miss it!" A very hyper and excited Alfred shouted as he made his way up to a group of males at the bottom of a large mountain. His cheeks and nose were a bright rosy red from the cold and excitement. The others turned to him and smiled warmly, also red from cold and the rush of the wind.

"This actually was not a half bad idea," Francis smiled. "It was nice to get out of a stuffy meeting room for once."

"See?" Alfred laughed. "And you guys said it was a stupid idea!"

"Actually," the dark haired Spaniard said, holding a finger in the air. "It was England who yelled at you. And threatened you. And slapped you. But we were find with it!"

Alfred laughed again. "Yeah, he was pissed! It was hilarious how made he got! But he said he'd be here. Any of you dudes seen him?"

The group shook their heads. "Nope," the ex-nation of Prussia said. "That prick still hasn't shown up. He's such a party pooper."

Alfred blinked and then his expression took on a worried look. "He's not here yet? He usually comes on the first day."

Francis shrugged. "It was the Asian nation meeting today. There really was no need for L'Angleterre to come."

"Yeah, but Iggy usually comes even if the meeting isn't about him." Alfred said. "Plus, he always comes a day early to avoid traffic and stuff because those airports are nasty."

"And to avoid running into anyone," Antonio added.

"I'm sure he's fine," Francis assured, placing a gloved hand on Alfred's shoulder. "Want to go to the bar with us and get a drink? Maybe something to eat as well?"

"That'd be awesome!" Alfred smiled, trying to get the worry to go away. "Let's get going now. Then we can hit the slopes again before it gets dark and we turn in." The others nodded their agreement and made their way to the lodge. They didn't see the dark grey storm clouds in the distance.

"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Arthur Kirkland glared at the man and folded his arms, sitting back with a huff. His legs were crossed and his lips formed a dangerous scowl. They had been driving for hours and Arthur was certain the airport wasn't three hours from the resort. Actually, according to the map he had pulled up online before leaving, it should have only been a half hour drive.

"'Course I do!" the boy driving replied haughtily, picking up his hand from the wheel and waving It around. Arthur raised a large eyebrow, extremely unconvinced and finding himself growing more and more agrivated,

"Well we've been driving for hours and I know that the airport is not three hours from the ski resort." Arthur said in a dangerously low town, his eyes narrowing. "Do you even know the bloody area?"

"Of course I do!" the boy responded all too defensively. Arthur raised his eyebrow again and the driver noticed in the rear view mirror. He squirmed uncomfortably under the death glare he was now receiving. "I-I mean... I've had this job for... Three..."

"Three what?" Arthur barked. The boy jumped and seemed to shrink back in his seat.

"Oh... Well, uh... T-three days..." Arthur growled audibly and lunged forward.

"What do you mean three days? You've had this job for all of three days and you're supposed to be taking me to a very important meeting? How long have you even lived here? It's as though you've never been here before in your life!"

"Uh... Four months..." The boy gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Hey, uh, how about you get out here? It should be just over this hill." He slowed the car to a stop. "You don't even have to pay me!" He glanced nervously at Arthur, afraid for his life.

In his anger, Arthur jumped out of the car, grabbed his backpack, and slammed the door. Had he not been so furious, he probably wouldn't have taken the advice of the boy who had gotten him lost in the first place. "I wasn't going to!" Arthur shouted. The car then sped off, leaving Arthur alone.

Arthur sighed and looked around. He was in the middle of snow capped woods, surrounded by white and the green of evergreens. A hill loomed over him and the air was chilly. His breath could be seen in the cold air as he started to walk. The anger was ebbing away and he had a sinking feeling that the resort wasn't over the hill like the boy had said. Oh, bloody hell!

Alfred set down his money for the food and drinks he had ordered. He smiled at the bar tender as she started to clear away the dirty plates. The American stood and turned to his friends as they too got ready to leave.

"Wanna hit the slopes one last time before it gets dark?" Alfred asked the other three. "We could go grab mattie if he's here, but I ain't doing no bunny slopes!"

The others chuckled and made their way out ofg the bar and into the main lobby of the hotel. It was a nice resort with a log cabin feel. High beams of wood decorated the triangular pointed ceiling, both for support and beauty. A fire crackled in the brick fireplace in front of wooded living room furniature with comfortable cussions. Fake animal heads decorated the walls along with scenic paintings of snow capped mountains and well word trails. Young men and women walked around the lobby, offering hot chocolate and snacks to the tired skiiers who were seated in the comfortable living area.

"Mon cher Matthew should be here," Francis said, glancing at the clock. "His flight landed an hour or so ago. Shall we go ask the lovely lady at the desk for his room number?"

"Sure, as long as you don't rape the poor woman," Alfred teased. Francis put his hand over his heart in mock offense as though he had never harassed anyone before.

The young blonde looked up from her work as she watched the four approach. She had a kind smile on her face like the other workers. "Hello. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, actually, you can, chick," Gilbert smirked. "We're lookin' for this awesome kid named Matthew Williams. Can ya look up his number for us and call him down?"

The girl looked at him warily and then at the other three. "Sure, but may I ask who is calling on him? And why?"

"His brother Alfred," Alfred said, pushing Gilbert out of the way with a smile on his face. He left it at that, knowing his brother might not come down if he knew the so called 'bad touch trio' were also asking for him. "We wanna know if he wants to go skiing before it gets dark."

"Oh, I see," the girl said, now looking troubled. "I'll still call him, but I'm afraid you cannot go skiing. A blizzard is coming and it is already snowing badly. Safety concerns prevent us from allowing anyone on the slopes at this time. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Oh, well, in that case, I'm just going to head up to my room." Antonio said. "I have a presentation tomorrow anyway, so I should probably get started on it." He laughed and Gilbert gave him a high five. Alfred and Francis nodded, figuring they'd head to their rooms as well.

"Hey, Francis?" Alfred asked as they walked down the hall towards their rooms. "You think Arthur's alright? I looked out the window... It seems pretty nasty out there." He didn't look at the other male, not wanting to show the worry on his face.

Francis looked at Alfred for a moment, judging the expression on the younger nation's face. He could tell that Alfred was worried. There was nothing Alfred could do to get the worry off his face. They approached the Frenchman's door and Francis pulled out his key card. He unlocked the door and turned to Alfred with a soft smile.

"I'm sure he's fine, mon ami."

"But he's not here yet!" Alfred said, his voice rising a little. "He should have been here by now! What if he got caught in the storm? What if he's stuck out there and can't call for help! What if—"

"Alfred, Arthur is a smart man," Francis said, cutting him off with a soft smile. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "He probably got a different hotel for the night to avoid the storm. He'll be here tomorrow just fine, I'm sure. Now, go to bed Alfred." Alfred sighed and nodded. He mumbled a 'good night' beforen walking back to his own room. He still had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was horribly wrong.

Opening the door, he was greeted with a rush of warm air. He walked further into the room and went to the little kitchenette. All the nations has a suite for this trip. They were nice and continued the log cabin feel from the lobby. The kitchenette was mostly wooden with a red throw rug. The whole of the kitchenette and living room was hardwood with a few knit throw rugs.

Alfred took a cup of coffee and sat down heavily on the living room couch. He turned on the television and turned to channel to a movie. He couldn't really focus, though, as the feeling simply would not go away. He glanced out the window every other minute, watching the snow pile up.

His feet felt like lead as he trudged through the snow. The foot prints he left in the snow were quickly covered up by the raging blizzard. Wind whipped everywhere, blowing his hair wildly and threatening to claim his coat. He kept his long jacket pulled up to his nose, not that it helped keep him any warmer.

Arthur was tired, miserable, and cold. All he wanted was to find the hotel and climb under the warm covers of the bed. He would have given anything for a warm cup of tea or extra clothing. His usually light back pack felt like it was filled with bricks. He had half a mind to just drop it, but it had all his stuff for the meeting.

He coughed and shivered, trying to stay warm. He couldn't see a foot in front of him, but he also couldn't reach out his arm to be sure he wasn't going to bang into a tree or something for that would take his hand off his coat and keep him from getting much needed warmth.

Suddenly, he felt a crack. He blinked and stopped, looking around. Another crack echoed through the empty forest. Then, the ground under his feet bent down. Before he could do anything, the ground collapsed under him and he was falling. He closed his eyes tight and braced himself. He didn't even think to shout or yell. His senses were deadened and no one would hear him anyway.

He landed in freezing cold water. His ankle hit the bottom first and twisted painfully. Finally, he was able to yelp in agony as he struggled to stand. He looked up, wiping water from his eyes, and saw that he had fallen about seven feet into the small creek. He was completely soaked now and was even colder than before. He felt in his back pocket and pulled out the shattered remains of his phone. Great. Even if on the off chance he had service out here, there was no way he could call for help now.

Gripping the edge of the bank, he manged to stand on his uninjured foot. He pulled himself out of the water and grabbed his soaked backpack. Clutching his coat, not that it would help much now that it was drenched, he trudged forward a few steps before collapsing in the snow. Groaning in pain, he dragged himself over to a tree. Slumping against it, he leaned his head back. He was going to die; he just knew it. He was cold and tired and now his ankle was in complete and utter pain.

He started to slip out of consciousness. "Alfred..." he mumbled, his words slurred. "Where the bloody hell are you? I need a hero." He didn't really know what he was saying. The words he spoke were what he felt in his heart, but his brain wouldn't let him say it aloud. As darkness washed over him, the only person he thought of was Alfred.

*Beaver Creek is a real place according to a kid in my class. Lol i dunno. I just asked where people go skiing, cause I've never gone xD

Next part will be out when I feel like it x3