Runaway

"Do you want to runaway?"

"Wha-"

"Run away. Right now."

...

"Alright."

~SR~

They had fake passports. They wouldn't work for long because of photo recognition, but it would be enough to get out in the middle of nowhere. They chose the Canadian wilderness, mainly because no one ever remembered Canada and no one would assume that America and England would go anywhere other than one of their own countries. So they dropped everything; Alfred his paperwork and phone, Arthur his luggage and any communication device on his person. Then they hurried to the nearest airport with nothing other than the clothes they were wearing and bought tickets to an airport in Montana. Alfred had a vacation home in the hills to the South of the state, and he knew that anyone tracking their movements would assume that was where he was heading.

A few hours later the plane landed, they disembarked, headed North and vanished into the Rockies.

It wasn't much hassle to then cross the border into Canada. A few days travelling later and they found an abandoned cabin in the middle of the Canadian wilderness. Possibly an old hunting lodge, but it looked like it hadn't been used in several years so its original purpose didn't matter either way. Sharing smiles and kisses, they took it for their own and quickly settled in.

Arthur had grown up in the Iron Age and had no problem with reverting back to a fairly primal state. Once upon a time his own country had been smothered in trees and full of wildlife. Alfred couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the older nation so relaxed and happy; whilst it wasn't his own country, it was peaceful and free from all the stresses that their lives had dwindled into. He was also incredibly efficient at hunting, as Alfred found out when he'd returned one evening with a grin and a handmade bow and arrow set, the carcass of some poor creature slung over his shoulder.

Whilst Alfred had spent a lot less time in the wilderness before Arthur had become his big brother, post-revolution he'd spent years roughing it in the west of his country and working the trails, so he was more than capable of dealing with a more basic life style. Whilst he loudly bemoaned the lack of any game consoles and being parted from his precious phone, he too was happier than he had been in some time. His years as a cowboy also meant that he had a good knowledge of how to survive in the North American wilderness. Together, they had no problem surviving.

It was a drastic change from the last one hundred years or so. No politicians hounding them day in and day out. No meetings or conferences or other nations calling at ridiculous hours in the morning to complain about stupidly trivial problems. Just the two of them and nature, alone and completely at ease with life.

The only thing that made it even more perfect was that they spent the entire time together. No Geography. No politics. Just them, as people, alone.

~SR~

Thirteen weeks later they tracked down by an irate France and a faintly peeved Canada.

AN: Not much to say for this one. Just a short something that dropped into my brain-space and demanded to be written.

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