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3: Give Me a Sign

"Hey Tonio, Francis!" I called as I ran up to the Spaniard and the Frenchie. "Look who's back!"

If my two awesome best buds remember, would they tell me? How should the awesome me know? Hm… All this thinking may be a bit too much…

"Gilbert! It's so nice to see you again, mi amigo!" Antonio said with that signature smile of his. I couldn't spot Francis anywhere… Uh-oh…

Grab

SMACK

The lovely Frenchman toppled onto the ground. "Hello, mon ami. Your reflexes are still top-notch, I see." He let out a small chuckle. "Surely, you couldn't have held back a little bit?"

I smirked. "Nope! That would be a very un-awesome thing to do. Here, lemme help ya up."

We went to the nearest café stand and decided to catch up on things. Tonio talked about how he missed those two Italians that always visited his house, especially the one that cussed a lot.

Same old, same old I guess.

"And how exactly did you get him confused for a golden caterpillar, Francis?" Antonio asked.

"What? He grew his hair out so long I thought I gigantic caterpillar ate him! Then he asks me to cut his hair… silly little Englishman." He said with a laugh. "I wonder what the boy's doing now?"

"Who knows? He could be half way around the globe or here!" I said. In actuality, England was coming over to London soon.

That was when Tonio's cell rang.

"Excuse me, guys. It's an important call." He said while getting out of his seat. His tone changed too.

"No worries." Francis said.

"We won't ditch you if we see a cute girl!" I beamed. "We might even keep her around for when you come back!"

We laughed and Antonio left.


The flames around us were scorching hot. I didn't expect it to be this soon!

"Canada, hurry up! We have to get America on that jet to London as fast as possible!" I yelled.

I lugged the still sleeping American onto my back, running up the stairs to the helipad that I had on the roof. The boy felt warm. At least he's starting to feel like a nation again.

Prussia was in London already. He left a day earlier. Canada stayed behind to wait for us and then we had planned to leave a few weeks later, just in case he'd remember. This bombing was unexpected. Our plans were sped up.

"Dammit…"

The view from the roof was horrible. All around the city, it was tainted in a bright red and orange. The smoke from the fires were tall stacks, black as night. The news choppers were there already, giving the rest of the world live coverage. No doubt he was smiling.

After the trouble of lifting America into the chopper, we took off.

It really bloody sucks when half of the world doesn't remember who we are.

You did not expect my attack this soon, did you, Arthur? A voice suddenly said in my head. I couldn't pinpoint whose voice it was.

Who is it! I demanded.

I'm not obliged to tell you. So, what do you think of your former colony know? Is he still the great country you saw? The voice spoke as if it was one of us. Who knew? This voice could belong to Norway or whatever human name he has for all that I care and I wouldn't know.

What?

I hold all the pieces in this game of chess, England. Do not forget that.


Breaking News…

The small TV in the café took up all my attention now. Francis was listening in too. Antonio still isn't here, and it's been well over ten minutes.

Three major areas in the United States of America have been severely damaged by several successful attempts at bombings…

I panicked. (Not that awesome doesn't panic but…) Bitte... I hope they left safely.

"Hey Francis, would you mind if I made a call too? Tonio still isn't back yet but…"

The Frenchman smiled. "I think we all have something important to get to. We both have friends in America that live in these areas, non?"

"Ja. Danke, Francis!"

The last view I saw of the man was him taking out a small napkin and wiping a tear.

When I got outside, I didn't see Antonio anywhere. Where could he have gone? I thought. Pushing that aside for ten seconds, I whipped out my cell. Luckily, the one I needed answered. If it was him.

"Matt! Where are you guys?"

"Prussia, we're fine. Don't worry, England, America, and myself managed to get up and out of there. America's still knocked out though." Canada said on the other line. "England's busy talking to someone too. His cell just rang out of nowhere and the caller ID was France's so…" He trailed off.

Eh? Does that mean…

"So everyone's fine? Where'd Romano go?"

"Yeah, as far as I'm concerned. Oh… Romano went back to Italy a few days after you left. He said he had important business to attend to."

"Alright. Are you guys en route to London?"

"Yeah. I really didn't see this coming. One minute I was reading a book in the house, the next I was running up the stairs with flames raging outside the house."

"The situation looks bad. How's America's condition?"

"Oh it's bad alright. America may have gotten a slight fever. He started burning up when the first one landed in Texas."

"Texas! The news said major areas!"

"Yeah. An airport." The Canadian said matter-of-factly.

"Oh… Did his glasses crack or what?"

"Now that I'm looking at them, there is a small crack in the glass, but it's not noticeable."

"FUCK OFF YOU BLOODY OLD FROG!" I heard over Canada's phone. Then I heard something crack. What…

"Uh…" I stared dumbfounded. I peeked into the café and saw Francis laughing his ass off. That's a good sign, right?

"Canada? That is Prussia on the other side, right?" I heard England ask.

"Yes. He is."

"Well, I have some very important news to tell him." I swore I heard him sigh as Canada gave the phone to him.

"Prussia?" I heard him ask. The Englishman sounded scared… just a little bit. I'm still guessing that might be a good thing. It's either that or a very bad thing, too… like Italy's death or something. Wait… was that even possible?

"The one and awesome speaking." I said proudly. I heard a very audible smack on the other end. Now I'm guessing he has a red handprint on his forehead.

The man whispered something to Canada first. Again, I guessed this because I heard a very happy Canadian on the other end.

"Papa is back? Really?"

"Yes Canada, now let me tell Prussia!"

"Sorry…"

"Are you still there?" He asked. I wonder if he heard the small bits of laughter that escaped my mouth… probably not.

"Hell yes I am. Why would important news be shrugged off by me?"

"I can name twenty times and reasons why right now." He said sarcastically.

"Just tell me already! There's no use in keeping me waiting, you know that? Wait… If you do, I'll just hang- " He cut me off with the news of the century for me.

"France is back."

What.

"What did you say, England?" I said with the slightest grin on my face.

"I said that the bloody old frog was back. France, he's back." The man retold me with a sigh.

And then I immediately hung up, and rushed back into the café with the stupidest grin on my face. No doubt England was probably cursing me right now.

He turned to me and smiled.

"France?"

"Oui?"

Disclaimer: I may own both APH volumes... but I don't own the series.

A/N: Lookie, lookie! Everyone's favorite Frenchman is back!

England: Why'd you have to bring him back!

Aero: Because. Now don't interrupt me.

A/N: Anyways… Where did everyone's favorite Spaniard go? Who owns the voice that spoke to England? Why am I asking these questions? Back on topic… There's so much speaking in this chapter! Sorry if it sucks too...

Important request: Hey... Any one reading wanna be my beta? I've never had one before, but I'd like to have one for this story... If you do, please send me a PM! I'll get back to you as soon as possible!