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"Peter!" France yelled through the streets, trying desperately to find his missing son. The young micronation Sealand had ran off after an incident that night. They agreed that Alfred was going to go look for Peter at Wy's place while Francis and Arthur looked through the streets. The two oldest nations had no luck finding their son, which made Francis very stressed and worried.
" Francis I'm sorry about this, you know I didn't do it on purpose right" Arthur took a sigh of relief and took out a cigarette and lit it " I'm stressed about Peter too, the dark streets aren't a place for a child to go out and have a huff or game of hide and seek" letting out a puff of smoke he looks to his partner and grins " we will find peter I promise even if I have to call the police"
Francis looked back at his partner an scowled. He took the newly lit cigarette from the Brit's fingers and threw it to the hard concrete ground.
"This isn't the time to be smoking! And if we can't find Peter soon calling the police is our only option!" He stomped on the cigarette and glared at Arthur "Let's go.." With that said the Frenchman spun on his heel and continued searching for his son.
" jeez calm down I was just having a stress smoke, I've seen you do it before" Arthur glared looking back at his crushed cigarette like it was his freedom, continuing to follow Francis he hears laughing and smirking coming from down an alley way with some characters with hoods covering their faces.
Glancing at them he let them be even though he was biting his lip fighting his natural urge to go tackling them and showing them who's boss " where should we search next?" The Brit questioned trying to put them out of his mind.
"Je ne sais pas... (I do not know)" Francis responded "You know this place better then I do..." A chuckle was heard from the alleyway drawing both Francis and Arthur's attention. A shady looking man, probably in his early twenties, started walking towards the Frenchman and Brit.
"Are y'a tryin' to find your son?" The young man asked the two countries with a smirk spread across his face.
" Yes" Arthur said bluntly on guard
The man placed a hand on his hip and looked up to the sky as though he was thinking "Can y'a give me a quick description. I might've seen him"
"Ten years old, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes." Francis told the man without hesitation, showing signs of being desperate. The man brought a hand up to his chin and thought some more before raising a a finger up in the air and looking at the two nations with a confident smile "Yeh! I've seen him. The kiddo passed by here not to long ago!"
"Vraiment?! Do you know which way he went?!" The Frenchman's eyes lit up at this information. The man nodded "Down the road, to the right and up the magical rainbow. He might've gotten lost in fag land" the man pointed his raised finger at the two nations and smirked "Just like the two of you" A crackling laughter was heard from the other shady men in the alleyway. The look of devastation settled on Francis face. All hope he once had was gone down the drain. Francis quickly turned around and started walking the other direction from the dark alleyway.
"Oh yeah! Go back to your country you frog! And get a haircut while your at it would y'a!" The man shouted, making his friends boom with laughter once more.
Something cracked in the Englishman's brain as his left eye twitched uncontrollably " n..no one makes fun of my lover...unless it's me!" sprinting at the hooded leader he rugby tackled him without a second through into the dark alleyway being lost from all vision.
Suddenly a gun shot was heard but no one left the shadow of the alley way, all friends watching in fear they stood silent as Arthur appeared out of the darkness, hand covered in blood and dropping the evidence of the gun used. " No one makes fun of my France"
Taking the metal chain that once dressed his neck he grabs another of the culprits and traps them slowly strangling them with his neck chain until their struggles became slow and weak, the others ran but Arthur made his point clear...Maybe alittle too clear as he heard police sirens sound.
The sound of rushed footsteps were heard approaching the alleyway at a fast paste. Which the quick turn of the heel the man standing before the bloody mess was the Frenchman Arthur loved. Francis stood paralyzed in total shock.
"Qu'est-ce tu as fait? (What did you do?)" The French nation asked in a almost calm tone, yet dripped fear and anger.
Green eyes darting to Francis the Brit ran over to Francis strangely calm, taking a deep he grabbed the Frenchman's blouse and roughly pulled him closer for a deep kiss " Sorry but I have to go on the run, Ill find Peter I promise, If the police question you tell them you saw me and Please run back home"
The police sirens begin to sound louder and a lot closer to couple's location causing Arthur to make his abrupt goodbye " No one insults my Francis" Arthur smiled and put some blood on Francis's shirt " pretend to look shell shocked mon Cherie~" and with that he sprinted down the road just as the police arrived getting on foot and chasing him.
Francis saw his lover run off with the police right at his tail.
"I don't need to pretend" he mumble to himself before being questioned by the police.
meanwhile
No one expects Matthew to be the type to have a makeout session on the couch. Then again no one expected him to have a boyfriend either. Prussia had woken up a long time ago and no one was home... So the couple took advantage of the situation. Matthew would feel guilty that he was making out on his parent's couch while his little brother was missing if the Prussian wasn't currently trying to get into the Canadian's pants. Matthew didn't mind much though, as a matter of fact he was digging it.
Prussia smirked nipping at the Canadian's neck " you seem to be naughtier than you lead on maple do your parents really hold you back this much" finding he had no time to talk in a rare event like this , taking his shirt off swiftly since he was a professional at this by now with the snooping Britishman and Frenchman trying to constantly catch him out, leaning over Matthew he whispered sweet German words and ran his tounge down the usually bashful man's neck " you could do with some maple syrup want to take this upstairs?"
Matthew bit his lip trying to hold back a smirk "Hmm~ Oui. Only if you'll carry me~" the Canadian whispered in the Prussia's ear, running a hand down the Prussian's toned chest.
" oh ho ho! you know just how to get this man going!" Picking up his small blond lover easily with some help to the adrenaline he was experiencing he ran up the stairs with ease and kicked the door open on Arthur and Francis' bedroom " hey wouldn't it be naughty if we did it in your parents bedroom~ like maybe on their bed?" The Prussian hinted rubbing his thighs together eager to get an accepting yes " come on we don't get this opportunity much"
The Canadian looked unsure for a moment. His parents would be so pissed at him if they found out, and it was just plain rude. Then again, his parents never paid as much attention to him so chances are that they wouldn't find out, plus a little bit of rebelling can't hurt no one. He wrapped a leg around the Prussian's waist, bringing the anxious albino closer, and smirked.
"Fuck it. Why the hell not~"
The warmth of his face increased at an unhealthy rate as the albino blushed to a bright red and could no longer for a sentence as he mumbles individual characters and shivers with a massive grin on his face "w.w.w..w.w..w...okay" he mustered and threw the covers over himself and Matthew.
meanwhile
America parked into old looking driveway. He didn't understand why exactly Australia thought it was a good idea to live in the outskirts of Sydney instead of living in the city, but there was a lot of mysteries that Australia left unresolved. He got out of the car and knocked on the Australian's door.
Answering the door was an unprepared Australian with a tower wrapped tightly around his waist while another was in his hands drying his hair while he glared down at the visitor " who the hell knocks on my door at this kind of hour, I swear if its another salesman " before he could finish his sentence and look clearly to the American he heard a rather distinct sound of a stomach making the most awful hungry cry " Alfred? is that you?"
"Yeah dude!" The American exclaimed "Its been a while since I last saw you! The last meeting was a couple of months ago! Man I can't wait for the next one. Just don't bring that Vegemite crap okay?" Alfred rambled on talking about irrelevant things to his actual mission, so much so that he was actually forgetting what he was doing there in the first place.
" Hold up Alfred, why are you here? its kinda late here if you hadn't noticed?" Australia gestured to the entire outside around him alittle annoyed " not to mention I was enjoying my shower and if you were visiting your meant to call me remember and atleast have one person watching you at all times or you might go touching, licking or eating something you really shouldn't" the man explained shaking his head and remembering past times of when the young blond was a toddler " where is Arthur?"
"Ehhhhh.." Alfred stood in total silence for a while looking like he was in deep thought. This was a truly rare sight, the American was actually trying to use the brain God gave him "I dunno man. He's probably in the streets trying to look for Pete-" The had a moment of pure realization and quickly remembered why he was here. He quickly grabbed the Australian by the shoulders and shook him a little bit "DUDE! IS WY HERE?! I NEED TO SEE HER! Also, did you happen to see a little blonde British boy sneak into your house?"
The Australian panicked and shouted in the same tone the American was using " STOP SHOUTING AT ME JEEZ!?" rushing to grab the towel around his waist before it was shaken free " and be quiet Wy is sleeping" in a more hushed tone now with a slight hiss of annoyance " so keep it down, and no I haven't seen a little British boy..." staring at the American trying to piece together the situation he could only glare "...were you meant to be babysitting Alfred..."
The American scoffed as though offended "No! I wasn't babysitting! You know Iggy doesn't let me babysit anymore.." He glanced at the ground beneath him not wanting to bring up the last time he babysat "England is kinda going through a phase, shit went down so Sealand ran away. We thought that he might be at your place to receive comfort from Wy"
" well...that is news to me, Wy has been asleep all day? She actually has a cold so I can't imagine Peter being here? Not to mention I haven't seen him" Finally realizing something Australia grows an angry vein in his forehead " I swear if that little British Peter marches in here and sneaks up on Wy while she sleeps like a little slime ball I'll personally send him back to England in pieces! " He overreacted as he marched up the stairs to peek in Wy's room.
Looking inside all he found was a sleeping girl in her bed coughing occasionally with a wet towel on her forehead, closing the door Australia shakes his head and cringes " sorry Alfred but looks like Sealand isn't here I don't know what to say... Good luck and don't ask Wy yet, she is still sick and this might stress her out"
Although disappointed that his little brother wasn't there Alfred gave the Australian a small smile "Alright dude. Give me a call if you see him kay? Thanks dude." He patted Australia's shoulder then made his way back into his car. "Come on bro... Where are you...?" He sighed as he turned on the car ignition.
Meanwhile
Panting and struggling for air the Brit was looking for places to hide as these skinny jeans were designed to make every step agony for the thighs " I... Wish...I didn't wear...these trousers..." gasping to himself hunched over, looking up hesitating to run again he spots a children's play ground he used to take Peter when he was younger several times...this meant he knew the place like the back of his hand always trying to capture the young Brit so they could get home in time for supper.
Looking back Arthur took his chance and jumped into the hidden coven within the jungle gym and tried to keep as compact as possible, hearing the police sprint past he finally let out a sigh of relief only to look to his left seeing a shocked Sealand, looking down seeing himself still covered in blood " I can explain...I stole a raspberry pie" Arthur nervously chuckles knowing the sharp child was never going to fall for that.
Peter didn't even glance in the Brit's direction, he just buried his face into his knees trying to control the sobs and hiccups escaping his mouth. "G-go away! I don't want to see y-you!" The micronation said in attempts to get his parent to go away.
Arthur welled up with tears even with his current rebellious phase and hugged the tiny Brit in his arms tightly " Peter your alright! Omg my baby! You had us all worried I'm soo sorry!" smothering the boy in unexpected hugs and kisses Arthur slows down and looks to Sealand "... Do you hate me?"
"... N-no I don't dummy head..." The micronation sniffed an rubbed his teary eyes.
Arthur could only smile at how cute his son was " it's sweet you took the park we visited together all those years ago as a hiding place Peter, I love you too" looking out of the den he notices the area is safe to leave " Peter if you come home with me I'll give you a piggy back ride, and I'm sure a certain Frenchman will make a nice dessert or supper for you to have before bed, what do you say?" offering Peter his hand once he dried it on his leather jacket.
Sealand seemed hesitant. He never knew when his mother figure could go back into punk mode, he could snap back at any moment. Yet Peter still took his hand.
He wanted to spend as much time with "normal" England as possible, even if that normal England was a big stubborn meany.
"thanks Peter I'll try and change back when we return home, you need a mother not a rebellious older brother, I'll sort myself straight and everything will go back to normal I promise" helping Peter out of the jungle gym he lifts Sealand up and sits him down on his shoulders " now lets go home it's your bedtime" Arthur laughed walking home.
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