A/N
I do not own Hetalia. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.


Chapter 9:Tranquilizers

A cruel, manic laugh came from the person standing in front of Arthur. But then they stopped suddenly with their eyes gleaming at him.

"Oui Arthur, it is me"

"B-but why Jeanne?! Why would you do something like this?" Jeanne didn't respond and just sneered at him. "Tell me why?!" He shouted, sounding demanding but weak at the same time. His blood boiled and his fury rose as she stayed silent, keeping her arrogant smile plastered over her features. With one last cry of 'why' he tried to run at her, only to fall into a heap on the floor. More laughter erupted from Jeanne and she strolled up to Arthur. "How come I'm so weak…?" He whispered

"Tranquilizers are very effective drugs, non? I injected you after I knocked you out" She gloated.

"You witch…" Jeanne hissed and stopped on his back, making him bit his tongue in an effort to stop himself from screaming. She kept her foot there and added more pressure.

"I would choose my words carefully if I were you, Arthur"

"Jeanne… why are you doing this?"

"Are you really that stupid rosbif? I'm doing this for the good of Francis and moi"

"W-What?"

"We were going to be so happy together, but then the fool pushed me aside. I hated him for a while, but then I realised that Francis just didn't know what he wanted. So, I decided that I will make it clear to him that I was his soul mate. I watched him carefully for a while, left him a few notes now and then while I formulated my plan. It was going to so perfect… I would sneak into his house one night, kill him and then myself. Our souls would spend the afterlife together in happiness, no matter where we ended up." A small smile captured her lips and her foot relaxed for a moment. But it only last for a few seconds before she snapped back to reality and pushed down with even more force. She scowled at him and spat "But then… you showed up! Tu salaud! You ruined everything…"

"Jeann-"

"SO then I thought to myself that there was only one solution. Your death. When you are gone… Francis will have no choice but to love me… then we can stay together forever and ever…" She said dreamily.

"This is crazy; you must stop this now befo-"

"SILENCE!" She shrieked, the sound hurting Arthur's ears. He expected for her to kick him again but the blow never came. Since his face was against the floor he couldn't actually see what she was doing but he did hear a few scuffling sounds. Arthur's body began to feel limp; the drugs must have still been in his system and moving around probably didn't help things. Helplessly he twisted his head round to try to see what Jeanne was doing. His heart got caught in his throat when he saw she was holding something; something that shone silver in what little light there was.

She held the knife that she hid in her clothing triumphantly. Her sickly grin grew ear to ear.

"Well this is where we bid goodbye rosbif. Enjoy your solitude in hell." She lashed forward and Arthur tightly shut his eyes, waiting for the inevitable to happen. He felt the cool blade linger over his neck but… nothing happened. The Englishman's eyes snapped open.

'Why am I still alive? What is she planning…?'

"I just thought of a much better idea Arthur" She announced, putting the blade away. "Wouldn't it be great if Francis could see you die? Wait here and I'll go get him" Jeanne simply stepped over Arthur and went in the direction of the door.

"W-Wait!" Arthur stood with trembling knees and uneven breath. His arms were still constrained and it was highly likely that he would fall any minute but he felt he had to try to do something.

"My, my, still have some fight in you do you? Don't worry, I can fix that" She produced a vial of liquid from her pocket and shoved Arthur back; he stumbled back and his head hit the wall. He was temporarily stunned and he fell once more, defeated. Jeanne gripped his wrist harshly and administered the drug. "There we go, that should be enough to stop you moving around so much. Don't worry though, it wasn't too much so it won't knock you out, we wouldn't want you to be sleeping when you die would we?"

Then she finally left the room, the thud of the door and the click of the lock echoed though Arthur's dizzy head.

"I failed… I'm so sorry Francis…"

.~* Alfred's POV *~.

"Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" He paced around the room. "Where could he be?! Think Jones, think!"

"Were there any other suspects who could have kidnapped him?" Ivan questioned.

"No… no there wasn't. And we only suspected you because Jeanne said…" Alfred trailed off and paused in deep thought.

"What is it?"

"Ivan… you got along just fine with Francis, right?"

"Da"

"And he didn't fire you from the restaurant?"

"Nyet"

Alfred gritted his teeth together as he pieced together to evidence. "That bitch…" He growled under his breath. "Ivan, I know who's behind this" He ran to the door with the Russian man only just catching up with him.

"Who is it?"

"Francis's ex-girlfriend; she lied directly to the police, and why would she do that? To cover what she was up to! We have to find her. Now"


A/N
So, the culprit is revealed at last. I hope that people are still enjoying the story and I hope they don't mind that Jeanne was the one behind all this... i'm actually a bit nervous about this chapter beacuse i'm worried some of you guys might not like who the kidnapper is...
Please leave a review and tell me what you think (constructive criticism please) and if you see any mistakes you can correct me, I don't mind :)

Translations:
Oui = Yes
Non = No
Tu salaud = You bastard
Da = Yes
Nyet = No