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He was being kidnapped.

"Francis! I can't believe you made me an accomplice with this!" Matthew proclaimed in exhaustion, despite his obvious disagreement on the matter, he continued to drive the car down the highway at a reasonable speed.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening.

With his wrists and ankles fastened together with rope, that Francis bastard miraculously pulled from his pocket—Who the hell keeps rope and tape on them?— and his mouth taped shut, Arthur could only shudder from his place in the back seat.

Francis looked over at Matthew unmoved by his protests, "Well, if you really didn't want to be a part of my plan, you wouldn't have started driving you know…" He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his seat before turning his head to look at Arthur with a smug smile, "It couldn't be helped. Knowing him, if I had asked, he would have said no and probably dumped his drink on me."

Emerald eyes darkened with a flash and Arthur could only glare at the Frenchman with such ferocity that he hoped his gaze would set the other man on fire, stubbornly; Arthur turned his face away to leer outside at the speeding away environment. His stomach was welling up with nothing but pure fear, anger and a pinch of desperation.

He was almost positive he was going to die. If anything, before he died, that creep Francis was probably going to rape him and that useless Matthew guy would just watch. Nearly letting out a moan of absolute terror at the thought, Arthur's body gave into one single violent tremble.

How did this even happen? One minute he was sitting down, enjoying a pleasant time with Kiku… Kiku! With eyes growing wide, Arthur slid his forehead on the closed tinted window that was cool to the touch. Kiku most likely came out from the bathroom, saw Arthur wasn't there, and thought he went back on campus. He most likely would never see his friends again… In the back of his head, he could feel his tears threatening to surface at the thought. He knew he would end up dying at some point in time, but he didn't want to kick the bucket so soon.

"Arthur!"

Snapping his mind out of its trance, the young man turned to the front seat where Francis held a pout, "Mon dieu! You could at least listen when we're trying to explain stuff!" The blonde haired man huffed making Arthur narrow his eyes at him.

"Francis… Don't be so rude," Matthew softly warned before adding, "But yeah, we're here now Arthur."

Arthur blinked now coming in terms with his new surroundings. They were now in a parking lot… Immediately, his eyes flashed to find some sort of name that he could digress so he knew of their location, but came up short with nothing but a black Mercedes, a bright red Ferrari, and a rather tacky colored sports car that was designed with the American flag. He could have snorted at it if not for his situation.

The second the tape was removed, Arthur ignored the sharp stinging sensation that vibrated around his mouth and immediately went out to bite Francis' hand as hard as he could, tasting the familiar tang of copper in his mouth before he released. The Frenchman gave a gasp as he retreated his hand with a yelp, "You brute!" He cried putting his hand close to heart.

"Where exactly are we?" He sarcastically questioned with a lick of his now dry and aching lips. "At our work place." The spectacled boy stated coming around the car to Arthur's sitting point.

"Which is also on Earth, in case you didn't know." Francis threw in with a slight laugh.

Arthur would have punched him in the balls in if not for his restrictions.

"You bastard! I—!"

"There's no need for this… Francis please…" Matthew sighed looking at the other man exasperated. Francis pouted but backed off as Matthew began undoing Arthur's bindings. "Arthur… Please, we're not going to hurt you okay? We just need you to meet someone for us and then I'll personally take you home. Francis just likes messing with people." Looking up, he gave the young man one of the most sincere smiles ever.

Not completely moved, Arthur narrowed his eyes, "How can I believe you?" He instantly began massaging his wrists that were now free. Matthew shrugged while backing away, Francis was making his way toward a rather tall building already, "If we wanted to kidnap you and hurt you, wouldn't we have kept you tied down?"

The logic in that sentence was clear and Arthur had no retort, holding down a grumble, he slowly nodded before walking after the other male. For some reason, he felt as though he were making a huge mistake.

The entrance to the building was very cool and air conditioned, Arthur couldn't have felt anymore awkward when they passed Security, a majority of whom were females, and Francis sent each of them a wink and blew a kiss while greeting them in his native tongue. He also felt slightly more uncomfortable when Matthew gave the Frenchman a slight shove and began scolding him on the importance of being faithful, with Francis countering back that flirting didn't count because Matthew did it all the time with his brother.

What the hell was wrong with these people?

Going into the elevator was proven to be even more socially suffocating. As Arthur made his way to the corner to stay as far back from the other two as he could, he had to blush red and turn away like a school girl as he witnessed Francis playfully pinch Matthew's butt multiple times. Matthew shyly swatted the offending hand, but didn't really fight back as much as Arthur expected.

When they finally exited, they were immediately greeted down the hall.

"Isn't it a bit late for you to be here France?" A rather tall and well built blond man, with his hair neatly slicked back with perfect and proper precision sarcastically remarked with folded arms. His accent was prominent at what Arthur could determine as German, his school had quite a bit of those attending.

Arthur continued following behind Matthew with a heavy scowl etched on his face and halted to a stop when the other did so. Another man, he seemed pretty close to Arthur's age, stood next to the German, he was shorter and had a smaller build,

"I suppose it is…" Francis lowly chuckled, "But I have a good reason you see!" With one hand, he gestured towards Arthur who glared at the despicable hand, surprisingly; the marks from when he dug into the limb with his teeth were gone… Weird, he could have sworn he bit hard enough to draw blood.

"Ve, isn't that…?" The Italian, from what his accent seemed to be, trailed off tilting his head to the side, how he could possibly see anything with his eyes shut like that, Arthur had no clue, but he did nothing but stare back. Confusion evident throughout his outward expression and body composure, but for now he had to trust Matthew and stay put unfortunately…

"England?" Arthur nearly jumped when he saw another man suddenly appear behind 'Germany', a long scarf constricted itself around his neck and with large violet eyes filled with nothing but curiosity he gazed at the teen, he certainly was too tall to remain hidden without being seen when they approached, so how the hell did he…?

The brunet perked up immediately at that, "Eh? But how is that possible!"

Germany let out a slight gasp as his eyes got wider and the tall Russian man inclined his head to the side, a small frown on his features.

Uncomfortable with the amount of eyes pasted on him, Arthur turned his eyes to look at Matthew for some sort of assistance. To his dismay, however, the other man had his head draped towards the floor, a palm neatly slid on his forehead while he gave a sigh, "This is crazy…" Matthew simply stated.

Francis laughed, "I'm pretty sure, showing him to our dear Amérique will be enough for me to gain his forgiveness, no?" Francis' grin widened at thought smugly, Germany blinked before barring his teeth, it now appeared that whatever little trance he previously had been under was wiped away, irritation now dominated his expression as a result. "Don't be foolish! Do you honestly think showing America nothing more but a look-a-like of England will make him happy? What the hell is wrong with you? You know it will only bring back those memories for him."

"That's amazing! How exactly did you find someone who looked like him though?" The Italian young man questioned his mouth opened out in pure wonder,

Arthur eye gave a slight twitch at the slight offense that radiated off the sentence, "Look like who?"

"But he isn't just a look alike." The Frenchman denied pursing his lips together Arthur's question going completely ignored, "It's him. I can prove it. I bet his dick size is the same as before!" Rather roughly, Arthur felt his elbow being pulled forward and a hand groping the front of his pants ready at the zipper.

What the fuck.

"I was right! You are off of your damn rocker! Unhand me you frog faced rapist!"

"Ow! No! Come back!"

"Don't touch me you damn wanker! Go to hell!"

"Italy! Grab him!"

"Noo! Germany! Germany! Save me!"

"Italy… You're… Choking… Me… Argh…"

"Da, he escaped."

"I can see that Russia!"

Matthew could only blink the chaos anxiously with his eyes reduced to dots and his face nothing but the canvas painted a vivid red; Francis had succeeded in at least bringing down Arthur's pants to his ankles, shamelessly displaying the youth's boxers, which to Matthew's slight amusement and embarrassment was patterned with bright purple and pink unicorns.

Arthur had then managed to pry himself away from Francis' grip before kicking him in the shin—Matthew swore he heard a crack from the impact— and dashing off somewhere down the hall, his pants dropped delicately on the floor.

"France! You incompetent imbecile!" Germany now shouted his hands rubbing his reddening neck that Italy a few seconds ago had been clutching and unknowingly strangling, "You just made a human run loose in the building! A building that has some of the World's Top agendas and plans, I mind you!" Angrily he balled his hands into fists and turned to glare darkly at the Frenchman who nervously took a step back.

"Waah, Germany, he ran just like England used to…" Sniffing, Italy dug into his pocket and revealed a small white flag, "I hope I see him soon so he knows I surrender."

Shaking his head vigorously Francis waved his hands in front of himself defensibly, "I assure you, that isn't some normal human! It's Angleterre, perhaps just reborn…?" An anxious chuckle escaped his mouth,

"Reborn? What kind of jokes are you pulling now?" Germany sighed tiredly, "We just need to find the kid, give him his pants," He picked up blue denim trousers from the floor with a slight tinge of blue on his forehead, "And then get him out of here, not before apologizing about that stunt, France." The German shook his head in self pity for the blonde student's earlier humiliation and violation.

Francis gave his bottom lip a slight bite, "It doesn't make sense that someone who looks, sounds, and even has the exact personality of England just appears. Not only that, there was also Seychelles and Japan that were hanging with—"

"Japan!" Italy interrupted, his voice filled with excitement as he held his breath remembering his former ally and friend, "You saw him? Did you!"

Francis shot him a small smile, "Oui, I saw him with England earlier today. I didn't talk to him, but I'm almost positive that it was him." With those words, Italy's world seemingly got a lot brighter as he turned to Germany hyperly, "Germany! We have to get England back with us! That way, we can ask him to take us to see Japan!"

Russia now decided to make his presence known with a slight giggle, "If you say you not only saw Japan but also Seychelles with him, is it possible that the other islands are close by? Or perhaps even England knows them?"

A look of thought overtook Francis' face, "It would make sense for that to possible, wouldn't it?"

"It's decided then!" Italy hyped up jubilantly, "We just surrender to England and get him to take us to the others!"

Germany groaned, rubbing his temple, "This is ridiculous… Okay, we get England back here with us, if he even can be called England, and from there we'll work out the details. We shall split into groups to search for him." Glancing around the small gathering, he threw Russia and Francis a look, "You two are a group. Italy and I are one as well. If you catch him, don't let him go. We meet back here in about ten minutes empty handed or not. Understand?"

Everyone gave a curt nod at him in response as Italy pulled out multiple flags,

"Guys! I have enough for everybody!"

Without another word, Russia, Francis, Germany— who was dragging a flag-waving Italy by the collar— ran down the hall before splitting up down the two way corridor.

"A-ah… You guys forgot about me…" Canada mumbled out while watching them go, not soon before hanging his head in depression. Letting out a huge breath, he shook his head before sprinting down the hall as well.

Arthur ran down the carpeted hall as quickly as his legs could muster. The building was large, that much was pretty much evident from when he was entering it earlier. There were a couple of workers within the building, mostly female… All of whom gave him shy and embarrassed smiles with pink faces while he raced past them.

The student felt his face heat up from the thought of how ridiculous he looked with his knickerbockers out so shamelessly.

Stopping to get a breath, he steadily pushed himself against a wall just in case someone passed by at the end of the hall scouting for him. Panting he looked down at his pale legs and felt his neck and ears get even warmer. He couldn't believe he had nearly been molested back there. He knew from the beginning that Francis was a total twat, but this was just…

Shaking his head, which as of now was pounding against his skull for freedom, he leaned down to take a seat.

He couldn't possibly leave the building and go out on to the streets has he was. Sure the city had its weirdoes, but Arthur prided himself in being a firm and respectable gentleman. To do that was nothing but below his standards.

"Damn Frenchie…" Arthur groaned out running a hand through his messy and tossed blonde hair. "Damn foreign people… What the bloody hell is this place anyways? Everyone's wearing suits and they're from different countries…" Gnawing on his bottom lip he shook the lingering thought away and attempted to pull together another escape plan.

"We mustn't let Amérique see him!"

His eyes grew wide at the familiar French accent and his blood went cold.

"Hm? Why not?"

Pressing his now rigid and strangely stiff body against the wall behind him, Arthur attempted to further himself away from the approaching voices, his head inclined upward, he saw that the wall behind him held a door, thinking fast, he threw himself upward and brought his hand to the knob.

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America leaned his head back against the chair he sat in within the meeting room. Silently extending his hand on the table to grab a couple of his McDonalds fries that were unceremoniously scattered in a container on the conference table, he looked down the end of the table.

No matter what his Boss or anyone else said, the meeting would forever be called G8. Whoever called it otherwise wasn't his concern. He just knew that he certainly wasn't changing his thoughts anytime soon on the matter.

Numbly, his eyes gazed on the spot where Japan would have normally sat. A stinging sensation ripples throughout his heart as he does and America leans forward a bit, causing his rolling chair to give a slight squeak throughout the dead quiet meeting room.

It doesn't make any sense…

Clenching his fist, he took another bit of fries and stuffed them into his mouth, France being late to the meeting, it irked him a bit considering he did so much prep to make everything go smooth and perfect, but as a hero he had to persevere. A dry smile makes its way to his face; he probably would have been a bit more upset if Mattie hadn't defended the pervert so fiercely. What his brother saw in that man, he'd never know, and he certainly didn't want to know.

It isn't fair…

He remembered how much it fun it had been to cock-block the two whenever they had alone time. He knew he was wrong and probably a complete asshole for doing it, but the look flustered and passive-aggressive expression that Mattie always brought to his face from it was too amazing to pass up. Snorting from the fond memories, he now took a large gulp of his cola.

With one elbow on the table, he propped his head up on his hand and lazily looked around the conference table,

How could you just…

His eyes landed on England's former seat and America's heart went numb. Putting his drink down once more a sad and remorseful smile took its way on his lips, "It's been about three decades since you left…" He thoughtlessly voiced out while his eyes grew duller. 'Left'… The word could have so many meanings… Left always left an opportunity to go right and come back. To return… To make another arrival. Memories panged into his head as it always did whenever he thought of his former colonizer.

Messy blonde hair, sarcastic comments, horrible cooking … Gentle and kind green eyes, adorable stammers, hilarious beliefs in unicorns and fairies.

"I still haven't gone obese or diabetic from this heart attack in a bag…" From a wonderful sky to nothing but an ocean filled with crystallized splashes of water, America slowly felt his vision get lost in a blur. Despite this, England's, no Arthur's face still brilliantly shone in his mind. His small smiles… His smirks… His scowls… His blushing face…

It wouldn't go away. And he'd never come back. Biting back a sob, America hugged himself and lifted his legs onto his chair awkwardly to contain himself.

Soon, a soft whimper was all that existing within the vast room. The echoes of the Super Power's cry bouncing back within the walls so gently, yet so powerfully… Just like England's memories.

Leave me all alone…?

A sense of alarm immediately shot through his being at the sound of the doorknob to the room being turned. Taking off Texas, he rapidly began to wipe away the tears that made it to his eyes in order to prevent them from being seen. Heroes didn't cry after all, he reminded himself constantly.

Heroes didn't cry in front of others… He always added his own personal loophole to the rule.

Slipping back on his southern state, he whirled his chair around to greet whoever interrupted his personal isolated reminiscing session.

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Mmhm… I wonder who entered the Conference room. :]

Outta curiosity, how many of you out there aren't a fan of Seychelles? I just came to know a ton of people hate her XD *was clueless*

I mean, when she was first introduced, she irritated me a lot, but I never knew she was so widely, well, hated.