SCW: well here we are! The next and possibly final fourth attempt. I am truly sorry for making you wait so long. I wanted to put this up Tuesday as a treat but I was overloaded with stuff and couldn't. I have It up now though! And now a word from our sponsor.
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CHAPTER 9: THE FOURTH ATTEMPT
Alfred and Seamus were greeted by Tara who had warm cookies waiting for them. And a kitchen full of even more sweets and treats. Seamus informed Alfred of Tara's nervous cooking habit. Alfred took one while asking where Arthur was. He began munching as she answered.
"He's in his garden with Merfyn." She pointed to the back yard. Alfred nodded and made his way outside. He grinned as soon as the Brit came into view. Arthur was talking to Merfyn while tending to his flowers. As soon as Merfyn spotted him he nudged Arthur and pointed to Alfred before leaving.
"Welcome back, how was the meeting?" Arthur asked giving three- fourths of his attention to Alfred. Alfred instantly liked the way Arthur talked to him. As if seeing him was nice instead of aggravating.
"Same old same old, your brother fell asleep like half way into the thing." Alfred responded standing beside the smaller nation. Arthur chuckled lightly heartedly. Alfred wanted to hear that laugh again. It reminded him of days when they were on better terms.
"That sounds like Seamus." He replied pulling out a weed.
"Hey Artie, why do you call them by their names but not the other countries like me?"
"Oh? I don't really know, it's become somewhat of a habit by now." Arthur began to rise, he eeped when Alfred pulled him up the rest of the way. He was even more surprised when Alfred pulled him into a gentle hug.
"I like it when you laugh." Alfred whispered, as if not wanting to ruin the calm atmosphere. For once Arthur wasn't being a tsundere to Alfred which was a very nice change. He smiled very widely when the hug was returned unhesitantly.
"Tara told me you were worried about me last night. I apologize for that. I didn't mean to make you worry." Arthurs voice was muffled by Alfred's chest.
"Hey, I'm the hero, I'm supposed to worry for the damsel in distress." Alfred replied. Arthur abruptly pulled away.
"I. am. Not. A. woman. If you dare turn me into one I swear I'll let my brothers hit you as many times as they want." Arthurs eyes glared but this frown was only half hearted along with the threat. Alfred just grinned and pushed Arthur in the direction of the house.
Tara greeted them, smiling and shoving a still warm cookie into Arthur's mouth. He, used to Tara shoving sweets in his mouth, held onto the sweet with his lips. He hummed his appreciation as he nibbled at it. Tara pleased, smiled and watched Arthur stroll off to the living room.
"Sleeping drugs also make him more docile too. Oh pretty boy, can you go get angus and Seamus, and tell them I need them to go to the grocery store. Merfyn knows what I need so he'll go with them." Tara asked Alfred before shoving him in the direction of the small library. Alfred took the hint and walked in the direction of said room.
Angus looked up from the book he was reading, slaughtering a person for dummies. Alfred very quickly decided not to ask.
"Tara needs you and Ireland to go down to the store with Wales." Alfred told him, staying near the door.
"A' right but ye're comin with us, I don' wan' ye t' do anything funny t' my brother." Angus didn't give Alfred any room to complain. He pulled the American out the door and, after getting the other brothers, out the front door. Tara waved them off, kissing each of them on the cheek.
"Hurry back, that timid fella is coming over to help watch over Arthur. That doesn't mean it'll be enough so please do hurry." Tara said before they left. The nations nodded and closed the door, the lowering afternoon sun lighting their way.
A few minutes after they left Matthew was greeted by Tara. She took an instant liking to kumajirou and took him from Matthew after asking.
"He's so soft! What's his name?" she asked curiously.
"I…I don't remember. Kuma something." Matthew sheepishly replied. Tara frowned but let it slide.
"Arthurs in the living room if you want to join him." She gave the white bear back to Matthew. Matthew nodded and headed off to the aforementioned room. Arthur, busy embroidering, didn't look up. Even when he sat beside him.
"Hello Canada, how are you today?" Arthur still didn't look up.
"Fine, what about you, are you feeling better?" Matthew replied, a small smile on his face.
"Yes, I'm feeling much better." Arthur answered, a warm expression on his face. The two sat in silence for a good fifteen minutes when a shriek from the kitchen made them jump in surprise.
"Tara!" Arthurs voice held worry. They quickly made their way to the kitchen Matthew leading the way. As they passed the dining rooms doorway two hands shot out and grabbed Arthur. Pressing a cloth to his mouth to muffle his cry of shock. Before Matthew could turn around a large white polar bear entered his vision.
Abby stood on her haunches and growled, her job was distracting Matthew and she was doing a splendid job of it. Matthew dropped kumajirou, fear written all over his face. She moved very quickly at Matthew and swung her paw at him. It collided with his head knocking him over and nearly knocking him out.
"Good work Abby! We got what we need lets go before they get back." Andy said gesturing at the now unconscious Arthur. He slung the smaller body over his shoulder and stepped over Matthew. In the Canadians fading vision he saw the two make their way out the back door, before all went black.
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Alfred was the first to get in the house. The first thing he saw was his twin brother. On the floor. Unconscious. Angus was the second to come in. he carried six plastic bags that fell to the floor at the sight.
"Matthew!" Alfred cried running to his brother and falling to his knees beside him.
"Seamus! Ireland! Wales!" angus' loud voice made Alfred flinch. A few seconds later Seamus and Merfyn appeared, worry written on their faces. They took in the sight before them and paled.
"Where's Tara?" Was all he said. A new fear struck the four. While Alfred kept trying to revive Matthew angus and Seamus looked for the other nation. They found her on the kitchen floor moaning as she came to. Seamus ran over to her, she tried to sit up only for Seamus to pull her into sitting hug.
"Seamus…wha.." she shot up. "Arthur, where's my baby brother! Where's Arthur!" she cried before falling back into Seamus' arms. They helped her up and to the table where Alfred sat with an awake but groggy Matthew.
"Can you remember what happened?" Alfred asked surprisingly calm. (it'll never last!)
"I remember hearing a noise from the kitchen. England and I went to check it out. I heard a noise behind me then…a polar bear, and a black haired man. The man called the bear Abby. Then…" Matthew paled and buried his face in his hands.
"The last thing I remember is…the man carrying England away." A tear of frustration slipped down his face. The feeling that he failed weighted heavily on his shoulders. Tara wrapped her arms aorund him in a hug.
"It's not your fault. It's that bastards fault for taking him." She whispered trying to comfort him. Angus, by this time had been holding his anger back. He had been holding the urge to kill for a whopping three minutes. Until he snapped. He punched the nearest wall with all of his pent up rage. The wall cracked and gave way to his fist. A huge gaping hole was left in the wall once his fist pulled away.
"When we get Arthur back he wound like that." Alfred said quietly. Angus turned on him.
"An' jes' how 're we goin' t' get 'im back. We don' even know where 'e was taken!" He shouted.
"Yes we do, both Matthew and I saw a polar bear. The only places that have polar bears are up far north. Specifically the north pole." Tara replied, Matthew nodded slowly, he looked around for his own bear.
"my bear was given to me as a gift. The only place they can be found is within the arctic circle." Matthew told them, finding his bear and picking him up.
"Who gave him to you?" Tara seemed to be trying to make him feel better. In her mind they already knew the general area where Arthur was taken. Now she had someone who used to be a younger sibling, crying and distressed.
"France and England. He was France's goodbye gift and England's hello gift." He replied quietly.
"Let's not make him a bad reminder of Arthur then!" Tara said happily.
"Well, looks like something happened here…you said something about him not liking I'm guessing the hole in the wall. For when he gets back right?" The group turned to face the new voices owner.
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Andy: YES! YES! I GOT HIM I FINALLY GOT HIM!*steps on leggo* OH MY MOTHERDUCKIN FOOT AH &$&#^%&#^$ %$%$#% AH #%$^ !#$#%$# #%#$#$!r #$#$!^& !##%#! $&%^&$% OH F$ IT ALL T' HELL THAT HURTS LIKE A MOTHERDUCKER! FOR ALL THAT IS NICE SOMEONE PLEASE CUT MY FOOT OFF.
Romania: oh….oh hell no… that's it… Ariana! Give me that mallet. I'm so gonna make this retard wish he was never born.
Ariana: oh I think the leggo surprise I left him is punishment enough.
SCW:*too busy rolling on ground laughing to respond.*
Ariana: tune in next time I guess for the beginning of the rescue half!