"Want to play a little game?"
X
Matthew jolted forward as he regained consciousness, eyes darting around trying to find anything. But he couldn't see anything, no sources of light any where in the room. Shifting slightly, Matthew slid onto the floor, stumbling as his legs felt weaker from all the sleep.
Shuffling around Matthew held his arms in front of him, biting his lip to keep from crying out in pain.
He was pushed over from an unknown person, a hand clamped over his mouth as a voice hissed into his ear.
"Don't make a sound, the English men are here." Hissed the voice, pulling Matthew close.
Matthew was swept up an carried off deeper into the darkness, his heart racing as more voices hissed around in anger. Heavy footfalls were heard above as loud voices carried down through the floor boards, more hissing from around Matthew.
Bang! Bang!
Two bullets fired, two thumps echoing in the hissing darkness.
Matthew whimpered and curled up in the arms of his kidnapper and protector.
"It's okay, there were only two soldiers this go around boss." A voice hissed as a light was flicked on.
Matthew looked around as soon as the hand was dropped from his mouth, there were a large group of soldiers. Squirming and jumping down, Matthew wandered around and stared at each soldier, smiling in appreciation.
"You are all from Canada? But how did you find me? Why are you doing this?" Matthew whispered to the man that has carried him away, possibly saving his and everyone else's life.
"We need you to help us, this place is falling apart since the Queen has taken over! We need to become independent! We cannot continue living like this!"
The boss spoke angrily, the others cheered in agreement.
Matthew looked around, biting his lip not knowing what to do because he was just a kid..
'Follow your heart, mon petit Matthieu.'
Francis spoke happily from somewhere deep in Matthew mind.
X
In the heart of the forest, a group of soldiers were squatting down, anger on their faces. Bows and some guns clutched in their bloody hands, distant cries of dear and mourning ringing in their ears. It was now or never, this situation calls for drastic measures.
x
Arthur punched the desk as some of his soldiers reported no sign of his little colony. Cursing angrily he decided to go visit the wine bastard, hoping that Matthew isn't with the French man.
Alfred ran to Arthur, a sad expression on the Americans cherub face.
"Please don't leave me here by myself! I'm just a little kid and this place is big a scary!" Alfred clung to Arthur's pant leg, tears forming.
Arthur smiled and kneeled to Alfred's height, ruffling the Americans hair.
"I will be back before you know it son, now be a good boy okay?" Arthur stood up, hailed a few soldiers and took off out the door.
Alfred stood in the main entrance for a long time, torn between anger and fear, deep in his mind worry ate at him. Where was Matthew? Why were there always soldiers on ground and coming through the doors? Why was Arthur always mad?
Alfred frowned and walked off, his legs hurting as he was nearing a rapid growth spurt again. Frowning, he walked into the kitchen to grab some juice from the fridge. As he grabbed a cup he noticed something on the counter, it was a letter. Inspecting it, Alfred only understood a few words from it, the letter seemed mean.
"I hope you are okay little brother.."
X
Before the English man came in..
Francis smiled as he watched his little colony build a snow man all on his own. The snowman was very sloppy but the pride radiating off of the child made Francis brighten up more. Matthew knew how to wrap everyone around his little fingers, this child was the greatest. Francis was blessed to have him in his life, even if he was sad Alfred didn't want to live here as well.
"Papa! Papa! Look I did it all by myself! See I even got the carrot on his face myself too!" Matthew ran up as best as the snow would let him, tugging on his papas coat.
Francis smiled and admired the snowman, letting Matthew drag the elder country, the Canadian babbled on happily. Francis wasn't paying attention because a mysterious yet scary air pressed down on him. Matthew was oblivious to the elder, as he continued to admire his creation.
"Let's go inside, okay? It's getting late out and we need to start dinner." Francis smiled, knowing that Matthew loved to always help out in the kitchen during meal times.
Given that it took a little longer than necessary but these things are always great to learn. Also it let Matthew and Francis bond, which always helped in the long run. Nothing or no one can break this special bond between the French man and the little Canadian.
X as Francis and Matthew cooked, Arthur was making his plans on taking over Canada.
"I will get back at you frog, for humiliating me." Arthur growled as he stared out of his study's window, a clap of thunder roared in the background.
"Never underestimate the English army, you are dealing with a former pirate you know."
X
The wind was howling as something made Matthew and Alfred cry out in pain. Something big was coming.. This was not going to be a walk in the park, this will drive someone over the edge and another over a bridge.
((A/N: Sorry! Insanely short chapter! But I wanted to update something for this story! I may or may not put this story on hiatus for a while! I'm in the middle of a new Hetalia story as well as a new chapter for "Isn't this a little awkward?"
Also in this story I will try not to paint anyone as a horrible person. But well I guess in this story Arthur seems to be the bad guy.. . oops.. My bad! D:))
