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"He's not in here!" Alfred yelled frantically as he and all the other countries still searched the room. There weren't many places to look besides under the table and behind the curtain, and Arthur was hiding in neither place.
"Germany, this is terrible! I'm scared!" Italy started crying.
"Ughh, we need to find him before something serious happens!" The German said, lightly pushing away Italy, who was clinging to his arm tightly.
"This is going to be very interesting..." Japan mused, pulling out his camera and gesturing for Hungary to join him.
"This is like, totally different than the regular meetings. Now we finally have some excitement!" Poland said, clapping his hands.
"What are we going to do?"
"The apocalypse is finally happening!"
"England is on the loose!"
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" America screamed at the top of his lungs. Luckily he was a superpower nation, so he had a loud voice. It echoed throughout the room and almost cracked the windows. All the nations covered their ears and winced.
"Thank you" Alfred said, clearing his throat. "Now listen guys...we need to split up and find him. Someone needs to call the building security so they can help us look. Also we have to have them lock the front entrance...and all the other possible escape routes. If he gets outside then he could easily get hurt...or hurt someone else by accident. Does everyone understand?"
"When did he suddenly get so serious?" Prussia stage whispered to Spain. He quieted when America sent him a vicious glare.
"I agree with America. Everyone get into groups of three and start searching. I'll take care of calling security. Japan, you tell the front desk to lock all escape routes. Let's find that crazy Brit!" Germany shouted in his leader like voice.
America went with Russia and China to search the bottom floor. France, Spain, and Prussia grouped together to look on the second. Then the rest all went to the floors that were above. The building was five stories, and they were going to have to look all over.
Meanwhile, while all the sane (for the most part) countries were searching for England, the said nation was in an elevator heading only god knows where, pressing all the floor buttons and giggling to himself. His pet fly was nowhere to be found, but the elevator easily distracted him.
"I cant believe they've invented rooms that move and play music!" He said happily as he admired the elevator. It was playing classical music while moving in a very slow fashion.
All in the sudden, there was a violent lurch. The elevator came to a complete stop. There was only one problem with this though: The door did not open. England was stuck.
"H-hello? Mr moving room? Why aren't you moving...?" England called out tentatively. The music had stopped too, so the silence was beginning to make the hyper nation freak out.
"No! I want to go out! Let me out!" He yelled angrily, pounding his fists against the door.
Nothing happened...
"H-hello? Anybody? Someone help me!" He screamed. When nobody answered, the green eyed Brit began to cry noisily and bang on all the walls, still incredibly hyper.
Meanwhile...America was searching around the first floor with China, Russia, and two security guards who were helping to find England. The American wasn't very happy for numerous reasons. 1: He still couldn't find Iggy, which was making him very worried. 2: Russia was beginning to creep him out. 3: He was hungry.
"We better find him soon if this meeting is ever going to be finished aru. It's already half an hour before it's supposed to end." China commented as he scanned his watch.
"Da, I agree with China" Russia said. "England is beginning to make me angry...it was my turn to speak next during the meeting, and he has caused my speech to be delayed."
"Oh shut up you commie bastard!" America snapped. "It wasn't his fault that Italy gave him all those doughnuts. If that psycho Italian had kept his desserts to himself, then the rush would have worn off by now!"
"You do know that I am no longer a communist country, da?" Russia said tauntingly. "Besides, everyone knows that Britain was a crazy man even before this. he just wasn't as hyper."
"You stop insulting him!" America demanded.
"No" Russia said simply, a childlike smile on his face.
"Yes! Take it back or I'll...I'll..."
"You'll do what?"
"ENOUGH, both of you!" China said, cutting off their banter. "We need to work together if were ever going to find him. America, it wasn't Italy's fault. Russia, quit insulting England. And both of you stop arguing! It's making my head hurt aru."
"I'm sorry dude. It's just been a long day, y'know?" America said in an apology like manor.
"You can say that again" One of the random security guards agreed. "My wife left me for a trucker guy this morning. She even stole my credit card!"
"Uhh...okay." All three countries commented.
Suddenly when the group turned down a new hall, they heard a voice shouting. It sounded like someone was throwing a fit. As they got closer, each of them (except for the security guards) recognized the voice.
"Iggy!" America screamed, running towards the elevator in which the voice was coming from.
"America? HELP ME! The door is being mean and it wont open!" England called back, banging his fists wildly on the solid metal doors.
"Hold on Iggy! We'll get you out!" America called to him in a soothing tone. The two security guards instantly got to work prying the doors open while America, China, and Russia all waited patiently. Finally when they were forced open, England came bolting out straight into Alfred's arms.
"I thought it ate me!" He sobbed.
"Don't worry Artie. Elevators can't digest things...they don't have organs." Alfred said as he comforted England by running a hand through his messy locks.
"O-oh. I didn't know that..." England sniffed.
While England was being comforted, China had pulled out his cell and called Germany to inform them that England was found, safe and sound. Germany thanked him and told China to have them all regroup in the meeting room.
"We need to all get back to the meeting. Germany said to." China told them. At the mention of a meeting, England's eyes widened. He didn't want to sit down in a hard wooden chair and listen to boring voices ramble on about useless crap. He wanted to run around the halls...
"I don't want to go! Meetings are boring!" He spat.
"Iggy, this meeting is important. Were just going to wrap it up...that's all." America promised.
"NO!" England said, quickly slipping from America's arms and darting off down the hall.
"Oh shit, we gotta catch him!" America said as he and the others took off after the crazy Brit.
"This is just great...I was excited to get back to the meeting." Russia sighed.
Now England was a pretty fast runner on normal days. Usually he would be able to outrun America, France, or any other nation for a few minutes at least. England on a sugar rush was an entirely different thing. He was so fast, that they had been running after him for at least ten minutes.
China had called Germany again in the middle of the chase, explaining what had just happened. Germany was not very happy, and told them that they had better catch England quick. After a few more minutes one of the security guards stopped running, puffing his cheeks out wildly.
"I'm not in very good shape...too many doughnuts. I cant run anymore." Was all he said, slumping down against the wall. Nobody bothered to talk to run, instead just running while rolling their eyes.
Soon they were catching up to England, who was still running and laughing. In his suger-fied mind, England believed that they were playing a chasing game like tag.
Suddenly England turned a sharp corner, startling the others. The second security guard did not suspect it, so he ran straight into a wall and got knocked out cold.
Now it was just America, China, and Russia chasing after him. They were all starting to run out of breath except for England. Luckily, America came up with a good plan.
"Guys, let's cut him off! I know a short cut! You guys keep chasing him from behind, and I'll go another way and catch him off guard!" He told them. Russia and China both nodded as they continued after England, while America turned to take a different route.
Just as America suspected, his plan worked out well. He ran down a different hall that led to the space where England would be running out of. The Brit ran straight out of the hall and into America's chest, getting the wind knocked out of him as he fell to the floor on his butt.
"Hahaha...that was...hahah fun!" England laughed, gasping for breath. America was breathing hard too, but smiled nonetheless and hoisted England into his arms, carrying the man bridal style.
"Come on Artie, let's go to the meeting."
At this point in time England didn't mind going to the meeting so much, because the sugar was beginning to ware off and he was tired. Still laughing a little he settled back into America's hold, resting his head on the American's chest.
Russia caught up quickly, with China right behind him. They sighed in relief when they saw that America had caught England, and the four of them made their way back to the conference room. All the other countries had been waiting there, and smiled when they saw the now sleeping England.
"It's finally worn off! He can just sleep for the rest of the meeting, then I'll take him home!" America said happily as he set England into a chair next to him, taking off his bomber jacket and putting it under the Brit's head so it could be used as a pillow.
"Good job you three. Ja, he can sleep until it's time to go. When the meeting is over though I plan to give him a lecture that he'll never forget." Germany said.
"Oui, I think we should all get it through to Angleterre that he is not going to be having anymore sugar for the time being." France said.
Everyone else agreed, and the meeting began to resume once again. Russia began talking about his resources, Germany surveyed the room to make sure all was well, France sipped on some of his good French wine..and everything was back to the way it was supposed to be.
America only half paid attention to Russia, mostly watching England sleep. He looked sort of adorable curled up in one of the meeting chairs, breathing quietly.
"Iggy...what are we going to do with you?" He asked quietly, grinning when England shifted slightly and mumbled in his sleep.
For the time being, everything was well.
a/n: THERE WILL BE ONE MORE CHAPTER! Yay, isn't that great? The last chapter will be another aftermath chapter like in my first story, mostly with England waking up and getting lectured by the other countries.
Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews, they inspired me to write more today because I was reading them! Please review and tell me how you liked this chapter!
I'll update soon, maybe even sometime tomorrow if I get some good reviews! :D
Goodbye for now!