Because He Loves You
Chapter 4
Alfred threw his phone to the other side of the jet in frustration; he had called Arthur back 24 times now and still, no reply.
He was starting to panic, even at his jets fastest speed, he was still 3 hours away from Arthur and who knows what could of happened to his English friend in that time?
Alfred paced the floor continuously until finally he reached an annoying conclusion, he picked up his phone and did something he thought he'd never have to do, a least not for a very long time.
Call the frog.
He had to ring a good few times before the Frenchie picked up too.
"Amérique?"
"Francis! You need to get to Arthur's house! NOW! Why the hell does it take you so long to answer your phone?" Alfred paused for breath, in the two seconds he wasn't talking Francis had hung up on him. "French bastard!" Alfred hissed before hitting the redial button.
"Amérique, I'm trying to sleep," came the annoyed greeting.
"But Arthur is-" Alfred started again.
"Yes I know, he's in mortal peril, he'll die if I don't help him, then I rush over and you two are waiting with a bucket of honey and feathers." There was a pause, then a mumble of "I'm not falling for that seven times in a row…"
"Dude! I'm being serious this time!"
"Of course you are." Francis hung up on him, again.
Alfred felt desperate tears start to prick at his eyelids, and he redialed the number.
"Francis, please! Arthur's in serious trouble and I can't get over there fast enough to help him, I need you to go and do whatever you can to help him, I know you hate each other but he's the closest thing you've got to a best friend. Help him!"
Francis' answering machine was a lot nicer than the man himself Alfred thought to himself sadly.
Half an hour passed before the Americans phone started to ring, the caller ID showed that Frog face had finally decided to call him back.
Alfred quickly accepted the call and put the phone up to his face. "I hate you."
"Oui, I know," Francis dully responded.
"You're a real piece of work y'know?" Alfred angrily started. "Arthur would help you!"
"Amérique…" France interrupted him. "Look at the news."
Alfred recognized the grave tone in the Frenchman's voice and instantly turned the TV on; he flicked to the right channel and sat down to watch.
"…Russian troops storm Great Britain, although the brave soldiers of England put up a good fight, the attack caught all British citizens off guard and it would seem like Britain is loosing this very sudden war."
Alfred's face paled, Ivan declared war on Iggy? ... Why?
"Amérique?" Francis' voice echoed in his ear.
There was a moments pause before, "We have to save him."
"I would keep watching the news Mon Cher"
"A recent update in this alarming story is that French troops have been deployed to help Britain fight off this vicious and unprovoked attack. The leaders of all three countries have refused to give statements on the affairs adding further mystery to what many are calling the 'New War' as far as we know, no other countries are willing to become involved, the American president has released a statement saying;
"Despite the urging of the American people to go to the aid of Britain, we cannot simply get involved in a war we don't understand. However, a warning has been issued to the Russian leader telling him we are prepared to take action against him and his country if they do not pull out of the UK soon."
"This has no doubt been a shocking day in British history…"
Alfred turned the TV off. He felt sick. He remembered the sound of the gunshot he heard in Arthur's house.
That laugh.
Russia's laugh.
"He is going to pay." Alfred heard Francis growl.
For the first time in his life, he couldn't agree more with him.
A.N – more Alfred POV woo~
And Francis showed up! Don't worry this isn't going to be any kind of FrUK… unless you squint, France isn't even gonna be in many chapters…. Sorry France. .
Pleeease review! Tell me what you liked, didn't like, and any suggestions on how to make this better, going off this chapter, I need them ¬¬"
