The moment Alfred stepped into Arthur's house, he knew his mission was hopeless.

Glass littered the floor and chairs were on their sides while the pictures that hadn't fallen off the wall were cracked and broken.

It almost wasn't worth picking his way through the debris to find a man who most likely wasn't in any state to be moved.

Holding his breath, Alfred made his way to Francis's room and pushed the door open.

The room looked exactly as it had before except there was no injured Frenchman lying in the bed.

"France? France, you here?"

No response.

"France this isn't funny! You have to be here! You wouldn't let that bastard Germany capture you so come out!"

When he still received no answer, Alfred grew worried.

"France? Stop freaking me out! Come on! Britain is worried about you! Don't make me freak him out more!"

Alfred saw something sticking out from under the bed.

Curious, he crept forward and pulled it out.

Gasping, he dropped it.

Francis's blood-stained bandage fell to the ground, sadly.

Peering around, he saw the blue hair ribbon was stuck to the doorframe.

"Damn it!" he yelled as he ran out of the house.

Alfred peeked around the corner to England's room, hoping to find him asleep.

Unfortunately he was spotted.

"Alfred!" He jumped. "Get in here you git!"

The teen slipped in nervously.

"H-Hey Britain. How are you feeling?"

Arthur straightened the sheets covering him.

"I'm better now that you're back."

"Aww. You miss me that much?"

He crossed his arms and glared.

"No," he said shortly.

Alfred tried to look hurt by the comment, not scared of the one that was going to come soon.

"Really? But I've been gone for hours! Even with a jet the ride to your place is fucking long!"

"I can deal with being alone."

"But you're hurt! Seriously hurt!"

Arthur shrugged.

"I had company to talk to and nurses to take care of me."

"Company? Who came to see you?"

Arthur motioned for Alfred to turn around.

When he did so, he saw his younger brother holding a tray with a bowl of soup on it.

"Hey bro, how long have you been here?"

"Since I found out you left Dad on his own while he's injured." Alfred looked ashamed of himself. "And since I found out you left him to get Papa."

Matthew smiled at him and Alfred felt horrible.

"So where is the frog?" Arthur asked lightly as he looked around. "I remembered what I was supposed to tell him."

"Umm…you see…"

Matthew noticed his hesitation.

"A-Alfred?" He asked nervously. "W-Where's Papa?"

Not able to stand the quiet desperation in his brother's voice, Alfred turned his head away.

"Alfred?" Arthur whispered; all light-heartedness gone, replaced with uncertainty. "Where's Francis?" Alfred closed his eyes. "Y-You did…bring him back…right?"

He shook his head slowly.

Behind him he heard a loud crash.

Turning around he saw that Matthew had dropped the tray; contents of the bowl spilling across the floor.

"W-Where's P-Papa? W-Why didn't you b-bring him back?"

Matthew was on the edge of tears and Alfred felt horrible.

On the other side of him, Arthur was as pale as the sheets covering him.

"A-Alfred…W-Why isn't Francis with you?"

Alfred's eyes slid closed again.

"I-I don't know where he is. He wasn't there. The house was in ruins and I found this."

He held up the ribbon.

"That's Papa's hair tie!" Matthew cried and grabbed it. "He never takes it off! What happened?"

"I think Germany captured him."

Matthew burst into tears while Arthur gasped and turned even whiter.

"B-But he could die! H-He could be anywhere! Anything could happen to him!"

Alfred looked at the ground.

"I know."

"We have to rescue him!"

Arthur tried to climb out of the bed and Alfred hurried to his side.

Shockingly, Matthew beat him and was pushing him back down before Alfred was halfway across the room.

"Mattie!" he cried in shock. "When did you get so fast?"

Matthew was confused.

"What do you mean? I've always been this fast."

"Oh…"

The room was quiet.

"We need to get him back. If what Germany did was a warm-up, I don't want to see what he'll do now that he has Francis."

Matthew frowned.

"No one has told me what happened to Papa."

"You don't want to know."

He clenched his fists.

"Yes I do!" he screamed. "He's my Papa and I want to know what Allemagne did to him!"

Alfred stepped back and put his hands up.

"Whoa bro, calm down! If you really want to know I'll tell you. Just sit down and shut up."

The younger nation sat down.

"Merci."

"Yeah yeah." Alfred sighed. "Okay so it all started when France broke up with Germany..."


AN: like this chapter. It was fun to write.

Aww. Arthur is worried about Francis. And Matthew is freaking out. And it's nice to see Alfred under the spotlight like that.