A/N
Ah, finaly an update! Sorry folks
I do not own Hetalia. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.


Chapter 7: Racing Against Time

"Never mind. Anyway, I talked to that bar Ivan works for and his alibi checks out."

"T-That can't-"

"There's CCTV evidence Arthur. Plus all the staff at the restaurant said that Francis and Ivan where just fine with each other. Oh, and get this, they also said that Francis didn't fire him so now there is no motive for Ivan to be the culprit"

"But Jeanne said-" 'SMASH!'

"Arthur?! Hey Arthur?! Are you there?! Hello? Talk to me here!"

.~* Police Station *~.

"Damn it!" Alfred cursed as the line went dead. He slammed the radio down on the desk, grabbed a gun, a pair of handcuffs and picked up his radio again. He ran out of his office and slammed the door behind him. Just as he reached the main doors he heard a loud booming voice.

"Jones! Just where the hell are you going?!" He jumped out of his skin and turned around and found the chief standing right in front of him.

"Sir! It's Arthur, I think he's in danger and there's not enough time to explain fully right now." Alfred turned right around again and bolted out the door. The chief stood there with a dumfounded expression.

Meanwhile, Alfred had already got in a police car and was racing once again to the Frenchman's house. 'I have to find him now! He's like a big brother to me for christ's sake!' He swerved round a corner. 'Who would do this?!' He span round another corner. 'Could he be hurt right now?' He hit the acceleration. 'They'll pay. No one fucks with my friends!' He sped round another corner. 'Can't this damn car go any faste- SHIT!' The car slammed into a lamppost.

Luckily Alfred put his arms over his face in time to protect it. He sat there for a moment, feeling the adrenaline fade. He breathed out shakily. Pain flooded his arm and crimson stained his sleeve. Alfred winced. He sat back up and inspected his arm; big pieces of glass were lodged inside. He had no time to spare so he yanked them out without a second thought and got out the car. It had hurt very much but he didn't allow himself to think about it. He looked around and judged how far from Francis's he was.

'It's not that far. I'll just run from here'

He began his run, only to bump into someone a few minutes later.

"Oh, sorry comrade, I didn't see you" A Russian accented man said.

Alfred looked up and low and behold stood Ivan Braginski. Said man recognised Alfred and smiled.

"Oh, hello again! Fancy seeing… hey, what happened to your arm?" He asked calmly, tilting his head to the side.

Alfred breathed heavily before answering.

"Nothing, I've gotta go now. Bye" He said blackly. He was just about to resume running again when he felt a hand holding his good arm.

"No comrade, you will tell me what's happening, da?" The American sighed in annoyance and pain. He knew that he wouldn't get away without an explanation.

"Arthur's in danger and I need to get to him now and on the way my car crashed into a lamppost and that's why my arm is bleeding. See ya" He went to run again but was stopped.

"Let me bandage your arm"

"Are you crazy?!"

"Da, now come here. I will drive you once I'm done, my car is only a couple of minutes away" Alfred put up a bit of a protest but he stopped immediately when Ivan sent him a glare which dared him to continue and he fell silent. Ivan tore part of his coat off and tightly wrapped it around the injured arm. "There we go! Now, let's go!" He announced cheerfully as he started walking over to his car, making sure Alfred was following. After a very short amount of time they were in the Russia's car. Both of them sat in the front seats and Ivan got the car moving. Alfred gave out the directions.

When the car came to a stop Alfred asked as he was getting out, "Dude… why are you helping me?"

Ivan smiled again, but this smiled seemed different. "Because I like you" Alfred blushed slightly and paused.

"Right, well… um… we'll talk about that later, ok?"

"Da"

Deciding to temporally forget about that awkward moment they stood at Francis's door. Alfred motioned for Ivan to be careful and to keep quiet. He got his gun from its holster and held it ready. He counted down, 'Three… two… one!' He burst through the door.

"NOBODY MOVE!"


The suspense! But now the kidnapper has Russia on their tail! This is some serious stuff XD I hope eveyone likes the chapter and I hope no one minds the RusAme too much :) Reviews please *puppy dog eyes*

Translations:
Da = Yes