Chapter 7: Idèa´s and pankakes.
England is furious. He is wondering back and forth in Mathuew´s livingroom.
"Ingletear, please sit down and let´s think this thrue."
"We cant just sit here and do nothing! Who knows what those bloody psykopats are doing to Alfred."
"and Mathuew." Francis reminded England.
"Yeah him to."
"But we fighting about what to do dosent hellp them. We need to think this thrue."
"While we ceep on thinking they might get tortured." England screamd back at Francis that maid France stand up and slam his fists onto the table.
"We arguing about what to do and not to is ewen more useles than trying to think this thrue!" this maid the english man sit down quetly while looking at Francis.
"You are right..." England pounts a little.
"England you might be worried about Alfred but I am equaliy worried about him as I am about Mathuew." Sighns France and sits down to. "Think where would they hide them?"
England leans back some. "Well if I where them I would use a hideout."
"But where?" Francis points out.
They stays silently thinking for a while before Arthurs stumach breaks the silence and he cowers it eberrest as Francis chukels a little and earns a insult from the blushing brith.
"Stop laughitng stupid frog."
"Well we cant thinj right on empty stumach non Ingeltear." France says standing up.
"We dont hawe time to think about food now frog!" England corsses his arms angry.
"You gets calmer with food in your stumach and thinks sharper England." Francis enters the kitchen before the brith can protest and starts making some pankaces as that is whats awalebul right now in Canadas house. England enters to and looks at Francis some before looking away and his eyes lands on Kumajirou, the sleeping poolarbear and an idéa pops into the birts head.
