ok so this chapter took a little longer than i thought to write but hopefully it'll be worth it.

so i'll see everyone at the end of the chapter where I a sort of . . . surprise for everyone *takes author special tunnel slide*

Chapter 11

"Bonjour mon cher."

As those words reached his ears Arthur's blood ran cold and he froze on the spot as soon as his capture for the last fifteen years, Francis, came into his view. Arthur did his best to speak but found that his good few years asleep left him quite horse and that the only sound that he could muster was a growl like sound. The only thing about this situation that even appeared to be good was the fact that he still had his clothes on, but that led him to thinking about what Francis might have done to his body over the last decade.

Francis could only pout at Arthur's reaction. He placed a hand on Arthur's cheek and started to caress his face. "Oh come now mon cher I've waited so long for this." Francis's hand started to travel down Arthur's body, making sure to take his time as his hand travelled lower on the smaller blonds' body.

As Arthur felt Francis's hand move across his body he couldn't help but feel utter disgust from the touch of Francis's hand. He wanted to punch Francis in his face so badly, but due to the fact that his hands were still tied above his head meant that he couldn't do anything but pull on the restraints that bound his hands. "Get your . . . filthy hands off of me." Arthur was glad that he was able to his voice even though it was very horse after all the time his body was asleep.

"I am so glad to be able to hear your voice again mon cher, but couldn't you have said something nicer to your lover." Francis pouted once again and did his best to make his voice sound as sad as possible in the hope that it would reach Arthur's kind heart and make the smaller blond nicer and more acceptable of his affection.

Arthur was not going to be fooled by Francis's words, for he could never care for someone who forced their feelings onto another person. "I will never be your lover. Alfred is the only person that I will ever love. Now let go of me!"

As Arthur spoke he was glad that his voice was growing in strength. He knew that the only way that he could get away from Francis was to use his magic but with his hands still tied above his head that posed a problem. Arthur could only hope that as he continued to pull at the restraints that at least one of his hands might free itself; but as well as the restraints on his hands he still had to deal with Francis and his hands exploring Arthur's body. So he did his best to try and push the persistent blond off of him.

Francis wasn't fazed by Arthur's harsh words or his attempts to escape from him once again and every time that Arthur tried to push him off of him Francis would just pin Arthur down onto the bed even more as he continued to explore the others body.

Arthur was starting to panic as with every attempt to get Francis off of him was met with him being pinned down again and again. And every time that he got pinned back down it was with more force than the previous time.

Minutes passed and Arthur had absolutely no luck of escaping from Francis and now he was starting to get tired, his body wasn't used to this much movement in the last decade and so his every attempt to escape became weaker and weaker.

Francis took this as his opportunity to strike and put his face to Arthur's neck and licked it and kept doing it.

Arthur froze on the spot as soon as he felt Francis's tongue on his neck. He felt beyond disgusted by what was happening; an action that would normally turn him into a puddle of goo when Alfred would do it to him, but with Francis it made him sick to his stomach. In one quick move he turned his head to face the side of Francis's head and bit down on his ear as hard as he could in order to create as much pain as possible for the other blond.

Francis recoiled back in pain as he clutched his ear feeling the warm trickle of blood in his hand, anger and determination filled him as he wanted to make Arthur his even if it meant by force. "You little"

Arthur cut Francis off as he spat at him with the small amount of blood that he had pooled in his mouth. He did this to distract the taller blond even further as when Francis looked to where the blood landed on his shirt Arthur got one of his legs free and then kicked Francis in the jaw, being grateful that he still had his boots on as he did so. This kick knocked Francis off of the bed and as he landed on the floor of the room he hit his head effectively knocking him unconscious. Now that he had finally gotten Francis off of him Arthur turned his attention back to the ropes that bound his wrists.

Meanwhile back down in the dungeons.

"He . . . he's not here. Arthur's not here."

Alfred couldn't believe what was happening. Arthur was supposed to be here in this cell, they were supposed to be re-united after so long. But no Arthur wasn't here, he had been moved to somewhere they didn't know and now that Arthur and England no longer shared a body they would have no idea where to start looking.

America was shocked by what was happening as well. He held on to England tighter in his arms hoping that he wasn't about to be taken from him again. But there was one thing that he was certain about they had to get out of this cell and while it was still night search as much of the castle and find Arthur.

He looked to Alfred who was checking the bed in the slim chances that Arthur was actually there. "Dude stop what you are doing we need to get out of here and start looking for Arthur before time runs out."

Alfred stopped his manic search and looked at America with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "You're right. We need to go he could still be in the castle somewhere." With that Alfred finally got off of the floor and headed towards the door to the cell only to find that it was closed and as he went to open it he found that the door to the cell wouldn't open.

He looked back to America, panic set on his face. "It won't open. The door won't open, we can't get out."

At this England started to wake up and when he noticed that he was being cradled in America's arms he couldn't but blush at the situation that he found himself in. He just about heard the conversation that was going on between Alfred and America over the loud beating of his heart. "What do you mean that the door won't open?"

Two pairs of blue eyes looked towards the now awake England, one of the two was more than happier than the other to the fact that the small nation had woken up.

Alfred was the first one to explain the new situation that they had found themselves in. "Arthur's not here. His body was most likely moved long before we got here and now we can't get out of this cell; the door locked behind us as now it won't open. I don't suppose that your magic could open it England?"

England stood back up all be it a bit wobbly doing so. "No I don't think that I can there's something in this cell that makes using magic near impossible, I don't even know how I'm able to stay standing without wobbling and wait what do you mean that Arthur isn't here?"

"That wasn't Arthur in the bed it was a dummy he . . . he has to be somewhere else in the castle but we don't have a clue as to where he could be." Alfred's grip on the bars of the cell became tighter as he thought about what sort of situation that Arthur woke up to or if he was ok.

England tried to walk towards the cell door but found that he couldn't take more than two steps before he had to lean against the wall to hold himself up. "Ok Alfred calm down we will get out of here and find Arthur I promise you that." He looked over to America who was standing not too far away from him, ready to catch the smaller nation in case he fell over. "America could you take care of the bars please; they might not be affected by magic but I'm sure physical strength shouldn't be a problem."

It took America a moment to realise what it was that England was saying to him and when he did it was like a light bulb went off in his head. "Oh yeah dude I got it." America walked up to the bars of the cell and just as he grabbed a hold of the bars he looked to Alfred. "You might want to step back dude."

Once Alfred stepped away from the bars America started to pry the bars of the cell open so that the three of them could get out of the cell, well for him he was more determined to get England out of the cell as whatever it was that was in this cell was affecting him in a really bad way.

Thanks to his super human like strength it didn't take long for the bars to bend to his will. America stepped to one side to let Alfred out of the cell and then made his way over to England. He went to go and help England only for the smaller blond to push him away. "I can . . . get myself out of . . . here just f-fine America . . . I . . . don't . . . need your . . . help."

America was having none of it; England was getting worse by the second in this cell and he wasn't going to let the man that he cares so much about be in this state any longer, that's not what a hero does. "Sorry dude I'm not taking no for an answer I'm getting you out of here no matter how much you complain." With that America picked England up bridal style and carried out of the cell. "Ok now let's get out of this dungeon, find Arthur and then get the heck out of here."

With that they started to make their way out of the dungeons. And once they did they had to quickly hide behind the first available objects as they were almost caught by one of the guards that were still patrolling the castle.

Once the cost was clear they started to make their move with Alfred leading the group. "Hey dude where are we going?" America asked out of curiosity.

"The only other place that I can think that Arthur might be, the bed chambers. That has to be where Francis put Arthur if he took him from the dungeons." Alfred said as they continued to ran and hiding from the castle guards.

Not long after they started to head towards their next destination in the search for Arthur England started to squirm in America's arms. "America put me down I'm fine now. I'm no longer being affected by that cell so I don't need to be carried around."

America stopped running so that he could put England back down. "Ok but on one condition."

"And what is this condition?" England adjusted his clothes being thankful to no longer being carried around although he wouldn't admit this out loud but he actually liked America carrying him around like that.

"You hold onto my hand as we carry on looking for Arthur and I'm not taking no for an answer." America didn't give England a chance to reply before they were off to catch up with Alfred.

They were running out of time. They had been looking in every room that was unlocked to them, but not one of them had Arthur and they were quickly running out of time; it would be sunrise soon and not only will they lose their ability to hide but they won't be able to an escape under the cover of darkness. The size of the Diamonds castle and the amount of times that they had to hide had been a massive hindrance in their search and drained the limited time that they had to search.

They had just finished searching their latest room when they faced the fact that their mission was going to fail when they heard the sound of someone heading towards them. Without much time to think and not wanting to get caught sneaking around they quickly hid in the shadows once again and waited for the person to pass by them; Alfred hiding in one small alcove and America and England hiding in the room that they had just finished checking, leaving the door open just a crack so that they could see when it was safe to leave the room.

They were waiting for whoever it was to pass them by but it seemed like this person was taking their sweet time, as if they knew that they were hiding and was waiting them out and their plan seemed to be working as they were starting to become on edge and wanted to get back to searching for Arthur.

The trio continued to wait to the point where they couldn't hear the footsteps any longer and so they slowly came out of their respective hiding places with Alfred taking the first steps out of the shadows, but only to stop in his tracks when he looked in the direction where they heard the footsteps coming from.

Alfred was shocked at what he saw and took tentative steps out of the shadows and towards what he saw. "Arthur?"

A/N: *slides out of tunnel*

ok so first I want to say that if this chapter seems shorter than some of the others, that would be because it is. I decided to cut this chapter short as the possible reunion of Alfred and Arthur felt like the right place to stop.

and now for the sort of surprise that I mentioned earlier this people is the penultimate chapter of The return of the Queen which means that the next chapter will be the last .

but fear not everyone for I am planning a oneshot sequel to this and I will reveal the title of the sequel at the end of the next chapter.

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till next time gxgirl-93 out