What? A longer chapter? NO WAY.

So Canada and America grace us with their presence once again along with a new character! The identity of the prince is also revealed along with how he went missing.

I've got the entire story planned out along with what characters will appear. However, there's always room for more cameos! Review in your request and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own the plot and nothing else.

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"Alright you tomato-loving freak, tell us everything you know." Alfred held the Spaniard up by his collar.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, señor." Antonio replied, holding his hands up.

Alfred and Matthew were on a mission, to find out where Arthur Kirkland had disappeared to. So far their only clue was a single rose without its stem, the same rose that Francis was famous for wearing, found on the ground at Arthur's house. Knowing that the French man had a hand in this, they went to his house only to find it empty. So they were now interrogating his neighbour, Antonio.

Alfred looked him in the eye. "Last night at around 6:00 to 8:00 in the evening, did you or did you not see Francis leaving his house due north?"

"Due north?" Antonio asked.

"Due north, due north! On his way to Arthur's house!" Alfred was growing impatient.

"Ah, to Arthur's! Si, I saw him!"

"You did?" Alfred tightened his grip and shook him. "Tell me everything you know. The life and purity of an obstinate and irate man is at stake!"

Seeing how confused and rattled Antonio was getting, Matthew decided to step in. "What my brother is trying to say is that we need to know what time Francis left the house and where he was going."

"I would be happy to tell you. But perhaps Alfred could put me down?" Antonio grinned nervously.

Matthew placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder. "Let him down, Al, we're just asking questions."

Alfred nodded and let go of Antonio. "It was all a part of the hero work, Matthew! Now, what do you know?"

"I was tending to my tomatoes when I saw him leaving his house at around 7:30." Antonio answered. "He was heading north, although he could've been going anywhere. He leaves his house at night all the time, visiting other countries. Luckily he had clothes on this time." He chuckled at the thought.

Alfred punched the air. "Aha! So he did leave the house! Just the evidence we need!" he grabbed Antonio's hand and shook it enthusiastically. "As they say in Spain, thankio señiorita!" Grabbing Matthew's wrist he dragged him away from the very confused Spaniard.

"Okay, so he did leave his house. And he was headed towards Arthur's place." Matthew said, wrenching free from Alfred's grasp. "What do we do now?"

Alfred smiled at his brother. "Matthew, Matthew, Matthew. As every good detective knows, we must now enter the suspect's home to find any clues that can tell us why he left the house."

"He's the perverted Francis, isn't that reason enough?" Matthew asked.

"Follow me, Matthew!" Alfred exclaimed, completely ignoring him. "As we get closer and closer to finding out what happened to our dear Arthur!"

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-In the Kingdom of Fairchester -

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Arthur stormed down the corridors of the castle, positively fuming. "How could you have let this happen?" he snapped at anyone he passed by. "Who was on guard duty when this happened? I'll have them fired! Roderich!" he said to the fawn that was following close behind.

"Yes your majesty?" he replied.

"I want you to find me the guards that were on duty and bring them to the prince's room to speak with me. NOW!" the fawn nodded and dashed off.

Francis, who had been behind the angry nation the entire time, spoke up when the fawn was out of sight. "Er, Arthur, this may not be the best time, but what about sending me home?"

"Now is not the time. I'll send you back when I find out exactly what happened." Arthur replied without slowing down. "Just stay close to me, don't wander off and don't speak!"

They arrived in front of a dark brown wood door with a "P" carved into its center. Arthur flung it open and entered the room. Besides the beautiful wooden furniture, it certainly looked like a young boys' room – one huge mess. There was no one there to greet them.

Arthur stood there, staring speechless at the room. Francis peeked in from behind him. "He really is gone." Arthur whispered. He walked over to the side table and picked up a framed photograph.

Just then Roderich arrived at the door with three centaurs in armor. "Your majesty, these are the guards that were stationed close to his room."

Arthur turned to face them. "You three," he began, seething, "I thought I hired you to protect this castle and its inhabitants! And I come back and I see that you haven't bloody well done your job!"

He thrust the framed photograph in front their faces. "What happened to this boy?"

Francis looked at photograph. It looked like it was taken in some sort of garden and Arthur, in his toga and crown, was smiling at the camera with an arm wrapped around a young boy's shoulders. The boy was also wearing a toga and had a smaller crown on his head. He also had large eyebrows like Arthur. Francis stared at the face and realized that the prince looked exactly like…

"PETER?!" he shouted, startling everyone in the room. He snatched the frame from Arthur's hands and held it up directly in front of him. "Peter Kirkland? Sealand? He's the prince here? That tiny excuse for a country?" He turned to the other nation and smiled mischievously. "You know he's gonna love this if he finds out. Ohoho~"

Arthur whapped him across the head and snatched back the picture. "He won't ever find out about this. No one will find out about any of this. At all." He gave Francis such a threatening stare that the Frenchman nodded silently.

"Country?" Roderich asked. "Why did he just call Prince Peter a country?"

"Oh don't listen to the rubbish he spouts. Like I said, he isn't too bright." Arthur replied.

"Now back to the matter at hand!" He said the anger in his voice returning. "Tell me everything, every single detail, about what happened to the prince!"

The guards hesitated at first. Roderich nudged one forward and he stood nervously in front of the angry Brit. "Well?" Arthur asked.

The centaur guard gathered his courage and replied, "It happened early this morning. The guards and I were standing outside his room, just like you told us to. Another was just outside. At around five in the morning I heard a loud thump coming from the inside of the room."

"We thought he was sneaking out to go on another of his walks." A particularly tall centaur interjected. "But when we tried to get in something was jamming the door. Then we heard someone cry out inside."

Arthur inhaled sharply at that. The centaur continued, "Since we couldn't get in the old fashioned way we used our spears to break the door down. When we got inside we saw a figure standing by the bed. He had on a large black cloak and hood that covered his face. In his arms was Prince Peter. The figure had a hand over the Prince's mouth and was dragging him away before we burst in."

"And then?" Arthur asked.

"And then we got into attack mode. I tried to drive my spear into him but he moved aside with lightning fast speed!"

"I hurled myself at him to try and get the prince but he waved his hand and I was thrown back instantly!" he pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the other centaur. "I landed on Ronald here when came in to see what the noise was about."

"Then an arrow whizzed just past the guy's ear. Dave shot it from outside. He didn't like that. He sent Dave flying out over the palace grounds. Then, with the Prince still in his arms, he turned on the spot and vanished."

Arthur stared at the guards for a long time, his green eyes ablaze. "And you have no idea who he is?"

One of the centaurs, Ronald, spoke up. "He had the sign on his hood, your majesty."

Even though Francis had no clue what that meant, he was sure it meant something terrible. The atmosphere in the room immediately grew cold with fear and Arthur stiffened slightly.

"Are you sure?" Arthur asked, his voice trembling.

"Positive." Ronald replied. "I saw it before I was knocked away."

"Damn it! Bloody freakin' hell!" Arthur slammed his fist down on the dresser.

Francis asked him, "What sign? What does it mean?"

It was Roderich who answered. "The spiral within a circle. It's the sign of the Evil Warlock."

[End Chapter 5]

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Translations:

Señor - [Spanish] Sir

Thankio señiorita! - [Alfred's Personal Spanish] Thanks dude!

An Evil Warlock? OH NOES. That's no good, he could hurt Prince Peter! In the reviews a couple of you thought America would be the prince. When I read that I thought to myself "That would've been great irony! Alfred thinks he's saving Arthur, but on the flip side Arthur's saving him!" But alas, I have other plans for him and Matthew. Besides, Peter is practically Arthur's son.

OMNOMNOM THE LAST REVIEWS WERE TASTY. CAN I HAS MORE? PLEASEEEEE? 8D