Francis held the limp body to him. He felt bad that the other Arthur was just laying their looking at him with sad eyes. So, he took him out with him to the porch where a large lounge chair was and set them up so he was leaning back and Arthur was resting at his side.

He smiled when Arthur struggled to get closed and pulled the smaller one up to his side. Seeing the soft smile Francis patted his head.

For a while he had been in love with the Englishman, but alas the other didn't return the feelings. So this was a rare moment where he could pretend that they were a couple. As they laid there for a while, the sedative started to ware off and Arthur snuggled more up to him.

So they sat there, Francis reading his book in his right hand, Arthur's head under his chin eyes half open looking at the garden peacefully, blinking ever so often and his arm resting on his lover's heart as Francis arm held his waist.

Smiling Arthur started to drift off to sleep when something caught his attention.. "Francis?"

"Oui, Mon cher?"

"What is the glowing light doing?"

"The what-?"

Suddenly green light flared around them. Holding onto the smaller nation France yelled out when they started falling.

At the same time, China, Russia, America, Canada all had the same exact thing happen to them. Soon all of them where falling down what seemed like a giant hole, with lights glowing brightly everywhere. It shinned off them like a rainbow bouncing off too many mirrors.

"What's going on, aru?"

"How the hell are we supposed to know?" Alfred yelled. "Mattie, give me your hand!"

"O-okay!"

Everyone started reaching for each other trying to hold on. France reached out and almost had a hold of Canada's hand when suddenly everything shifted and they where tossed around. Keeping a tight hold on Arthur he reached out and caught the back of China's shirt.

Looking up he saw that Canada had grabbed onto Russia's hand and America was reaching for them when suddenly they were knocked apart with a gust of wind and they went crashing to the floor. Sitting up France held England tight he groaned.

Looking around he wondered what had happened when he heard a scream.

"Hello little bird~!" said two player Matthew

Francis glared up to the sky. "Matthew!"

Sure enough the other nation came down from the side of the hill, swing his hockey stick down fast. Barely managing to dodge it France took out his knife and jumped back manging to hit the stick away. Jumping backwards they started to fight but he noticed one thing.

"Where is your brother Alfred?"

"My big brother went mouse hunting… Now you die!"

"Not today!" Francis grabbed the other's writs throwing him side ways but Matthew was fast on his feet landing perfect before attacking him again.

"Mattie! What the hell? Stop that!"

"Big brother?" Mattie stopped seeing Alfred running towards them, but then looked up and blocked the knife. "Bastard!"

"Pay attention when fighting, you might learn something!"

Suddenly France found himself thrown off and Mattie was pulled up to his brother. "Cut it out! You okay, Mattie?"

"I'm fine! Why did you stop me? And what the hell with the 'Mattie'? Did you get the mouse? Where is he?"

"Mouse? What-? Okay, that ride hit you too hard on the head! Come on!" Alfred grabbed his hand and started to walk off towards the hill. "You need to sit down."

"Hey, wait, the bird! I gotta kill him! Al, I need to kill him for what he did!" Damn was his brother always this strong? "Let me go-!"

"What… the fuck… are you doing to my baby brother?"

As the green light started to fade, Arthur smirked. Now the other England would be back here and he could go home. Looking around he saw no signs of him. Going outside he looked around and hadn't noticed he stepped just a few feet out of the fairy circle.

Suddenly his arms where pinned up against a tree and red-orange eyes glared into his through dark sunglasses.

"Well, well, looks like I found you mousy… now are you going to be a good little mouse and come with me? Or do you want to play a little game first?"

It didn't take much for him to know this wasn't the Alfred he knew. No, this one wasn't as strong but still stronger then him. TO make it worse this one was breaking his writs. He had to play along. Maybe be he could get the book back and send himself back.

Okay acted opposite. Nod slowly… yes, and pretended to be scared. Okay, this other Arthur was an arse. The little weakling! No, pretend, pretend…

"Good, little mouse. Come on, take my hand… I won't hurt you,"

'Am I a bloody child?' Slowly he took the hand and was lead away. They walked for about two minutes when they heard a fight. Suddenly being pulled faster along he ended up running along side Alfred and then they came to a stop that he hit the other's back and bounced off.

Looking up he saw… two Alfreds! No, wait one he knew! This one blonde hair. That was the Alfred he knew! How had he gotten here-

"What… the fuck… are you doing to my baby brother?"