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Chapter 7

It was about 1 o'clock in the morning when Alfred woke up to the faint noise of movement outside the tent. Slowly getting up, he looked to his left to find that Kiku was still asleep; not being woken by the noise.

Snap

Alfred froze. Something was outside and this time he was sure of it. Zipping the tent's door to his and Japan's room, he went out to the main room of the tent, noticing that Francis was also there.

The Frenchman's face lit up almost instantly.

"Alfred!" He whispered, "I am so glad you are awake! You heard the noise too, non?"

The American nodded, "Uh huh. I have no idea what it could be, this resort's supposed to be hidden, so no-one can find it."

"Maybe it is an animal?" Francis gulped, "A fox or badger?"

Snap … Rustle …

"What the bloody hell is that noise?"

Arthur came out of the tent, his sleepy green eyes glaring at the two men.

"Arthur! I am so glad you are here!" The man was embraced in a bear hug, by France.

"Get off of me, you twit!" The Englishman said, whilst trying to pry the others arms off, which were locked around his waist.

"Be quiet guys! We don't want to wake, him." Alfred motioned to Russia and China's room. "If we wake Russia, who knows what he'll do to us!"

Arthur and Francis both exchanged glances.

"Now. I'll go and have a look outside, seeing as I am the hero and all. You two stay and watch the tent; make sure no-one goes out." America unzipped the main door, "I'll be back, soon."

And with that he was gone.

-X-X-X-

Alfred's P.O.V

As I climbed out of the tent I noticed the fire wasn't out yet. Being the hero, I knew it was my quest to find out what the noise was. A hero never gives up, you know.

I walked around the tent, glancing up now again when I would hear rustling in the bushes or the sound of twigs breaking. I wasn't afraid, 'cause hero's don't get scared…do they?

Grrr…

"Who's there? Look, you don't scare me!" I shouted, knowing I was most likely not going to get a reply. A shiver ran down my spine, as I heard another growl.

I noticed a small movement in one of the bushes. I slowly walked up to it, keeping my pace nice and slow. As I made my way to the bush and peered inside, I was met with two gleaming red eyes; looking right at me. Before I could do anything, other than breathe, I was attacked.

The creature pounced on top of me. It's claws digging only slightly into my chest. I could make out its cat-like face; I must have been mistaken on the colour of its eyes a moment ago, as they were now yellow. A low growl rumbled from the beasts throat, as it snarled in my face.

"Get off, you bastard!"

I tried to push it off, but it only dug it's claws in deeper. I refused to yell in pain, knowing it would be no use; and that hero's don't cry. As I looked to the side, I could tell that the creature was a jaguar. Its jet black coat covering a slender cat-like body, its tail swaying side to side.

With another failed attempt at pushing the jaguar off, my leg managed to break free from the creatures own that had been pinning it down. I pulled my leg as far as it would go, up to my chest. With a mighty heave I pushed the jaguar off of my body, altogether.

-X-X-X-

Back in the tent.

"I hope he's alright…" Arthur wondered out loud, "he's been gone a while."

The two of them were on the floor, staring at the entrance to the tent.

Francis' arms were still locked around the Englishman's waist, his nose buried into Arthur's neck, "Amerique will be back soon. It was probably a small animal. Do not worry mon petit."

"I'm not worried!"

"Of course not, Arthur…" Francis smirked, squeezing the Brit tighter, kissing his neck gently. He smiled when he felt the smaller boy shiver.

The two nations continued to wait, hoping to hear at least something. "Francis…?"

"Oui?"

Arthur turned around to face the Frenchman, his green eyes meeting the blue with a hint of worry, "H-he'll be back, right?"

Francis smiled, "Where could he possibly go to, mon cher? It is a private resort. No-one can get in."

Arthur scowled, "Yeah, I know that…God…" The Englishman turned his gaze to anywhere but Francis' eyes, "I can't believe I'm saying this, because it sounds bloody absurd…but…he's the only hope we have in getting back home…"

At this the Frenchman frowned, he understood what Arthur was getting at; Alfred was their only hope.

He brought his thumb and finger to cup England's chin, so he could look the smaller boy in the eyes, "You worry more about others than you do yourself, Arthur…but, if it's bothering you that much, if Alfred hasn't returned in ten minutes, we'll go outside to look?"

Arthur blushed, but felt grateful, "O-okay…"

The Frenchman lent down to give him a kiss, before wrapping his arms around the smaller nation again.

-X-X-X-

Outside the tent. Normal P.O.V

The jaguar had run away in pure terror when Alfred shoved a flaming branch in its face. He was panting and sweat was coming off his whole body. It must have been a really old jaguar as a young one wouldn't run off that easily.

"Dude…I am such a hero…"

Looking at his body, he noticed he was covered in small cuts, mostly on his torso. "Damn…"

He walked back to the tent, limping slightly and unzipped the door.

"Alfred!" The American was greeted with a hug from Arthur, "Bloody idiot. Where the bloody hell have you been?"

The American winced, "Ah…be careful. My chest…"

Arthur pulled back examining the man in front of him, while Francis stayed a little way off.

The Englishman frowned, "What's wrong with your chest?"

Alfred smiled, "Well…once I went outside I heard this growling noise. So I looked like everywhere to see what it was," By this time Alfred was sitting on the tent floor, "…and a jaguar like jumped at me!"

The Englishman crossed his arms, "Really Alfred? A jaguar?"

The American nodded his head vigorously, "Yeah. Seriously. I only managed to get away when I shoved fire in its face…"

"You are lucky to be alive, Amerique."

"I know right!"

Arthur started to get up, "What's the time anyway?"

"Last time I checked it was 1."

Francis looked at his watch from his tent door, "Ah…the time is 3am…"

-X-X-X-

Hey guys, yep I have put another chapter up! So sorry if it's been like forever, but I've been quite stumped with this story…

Well, I hope you like it and I'm sorry if you notice any sort of spelling mistake or grammar mistake and what-not… :/

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~Lily Canvas