Chapter 5! Gosh, I'm so proud of myself...I've been writing this every day since I posted it :D New world record! Anyway, please excuse any mistakes!
Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Hetalia~
"France has arrived!" France exclaimed, throwing his arms up for the dramatic enterence. Arthur about had a heart attack.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here? You can't just come barging into someones house without permission, let alone without letting them know before hand!" England shouted, fuming that the French man was here. He couldn't stand him at the meeting, let alone in his-or any other house.
"I decided I wanted to pay petit Amerique* a visit. He is practically my little brother. And figured I give you my fabulous way of arriving at a friends house. No need for the boring, plain, knock on the door." France allowed himself in, shutting the door quietly behind him before he sat in the love seat adjacent from the couch.
"So where is America?" He asked after only receiving a glare instead of a reply from his earlier statement.
Alfred tried to hide behind Arthur, a little shy about being in front of the strange man. On top of that, it seemed that his brother didn't like the man either. Was this French man bad? Suddenly an idea popped in his head.
"THE HERO WILL SAVE YOU ARTIE!" Alfred yelled his battle cry loudly, pouncing on the now surprised France. Alfred hadn't planned on what to do after he jumped on the man, so he started pulling on the soft locks of hair.
Arthur, who was also surprised by the sudden yell, burst into histerical fit of laughter. France would have laughed to, but at the moment, Alfred was pulling rather hard at his hair, which hurt...A lot.
"Take that you evil villain! I won't let you hurt my brother!" He yelled, pulling harder. That is, still firm hands were placed under his arm pits and lifted him off of France.
"A-Alfred? Is that you?" France asked, wide eyed.
"Of course it is, dim-wit. And to answer your next question, no I did not use my magic. He turned younger himself. And to answer the question after that, I don't know why he is younger. Japan and I had tried theories as to why this happened but we only concluded to maybe he has become younger to heal." Arthur grumbled, letting go of Alfred, who was grinning like a little hero. Arthur wished he had gotten that on video, so he can watch it whenever, just to get a laugh.
"Que*? But that don't make sense...Is is true he lost his memory? I heard from Canada." Arthur nodded grimly.
"Yes, he has, in fact. Though I think he's already on the road to gaining them back. Just earlier, he seen himself back in his colonial days, just after he built this house."
"I see..." Francis was silent for a moment, which made Arthur wonder just what he was thinking. "Weeeell~ we might as well not waste this time while little America is so cute!" France said, a gleam in his eyes. Arthur hissed and smacked him against the head.
"You will not touch him, you understand me? I will chop of that hair of yours and shove it up your arse!"
"Noooo my beautiful hair!"
Alfred giggled at this. France immediately 'awwww'ed and went forward were he crouched in front of Alfred, pinching his cheeks.
"You are so cute! Why don't you come stay with big brother France for a will, non?" Arthur growled, sounding very animalistic, which made Francis back off a little.
"I ain't cute! Hero's aren't cute...They're handsome." France giggled. Well, it seemed to both the older nations that he still has his heroristic point of view.
"So frog," Arthur began, looking at France, "Surely you didn't just come here to see Alfred. What else are you here for?" France looked at him for a minute before shrugging and smiling.
"I just wanted to see little America is all. Is that so bad?" He received a glare. "Oh! And guess what? It's your one of your favorite activites! We have a meeting tomorrow~!"
"Why wasn't I informed of this sooner?" England exclaimed. He didn't have any of his paper work, or any discussions prepared. It's not like he can fly all the way to England, get everything he needed, and fly all the way back here. He groaned.
"Actually, I don't think it will be much of a problem, mon ami anglais*. The reason for the sudden meeting will be about Alfred, and the situation." At the mentioning of Alfred, both nations looked to see where he was, but found the room empty of the American.
"Where did he go?" England panicked. He knew he shouldn't be freaking out, because this is America's house, but it's not like he remembers where everything is. Plus this house is huge! He could get lost!
"Start looking for him on the first floor, I'll look on the second." Arthur ordered, practically running up the large marble stair case.
"Alfred? Where are you? Alfreeed!" Arthur called, looking in the rooms as he walked by. He countinued calling, looking through various rooms, most of which were either empty, or just guest rooms.
He began to worry. He hoped that the American hadn't decided to go venture outside. Then they'd really be in trouble.
"Alfred!"
Meanwhile...
Alfred sat in a dusty room, filled with old trinckets and treasures, most of which looked to be hunderds of years old. He dug around in old chest, but didn't find anything of much interest. Mostly just clothes, that were completely out of date.
He was about to give up his search until he saw a small wooden box, in the shape of what looked like a little house. If you could call it that. He wearily picked it up, afraid it would just turn to dust from it's age. When it didn't he carefully opened the lid and found little toy soldiers.
"Wow..." He mumbled, picking up one of the toys, blowing the dust off of it. When he got a clear look of it, he froze. His head began racing at a million miles an hour.
"Whoa! England! You made these! These are so cool!" Alfred exclaimed. He looked at the toys in great earnist, amazed at the little wooden toys.
"I'm so happy you like them so much, America. I made them specially for you, and nearly broke my arm in the process." America's eyes gleam and he grinned like a child on Christmas morning. Laying the toys gently down, he got up from his spot on the floor, and ran into England's arms.
"I love you big brother! Your the best!" America said, burrying his face in England's torso. Said person smiled, and rubbed America's soft hair and murmured back,
"I love you also, little brother."
Alfred blinked his eye lids a couple of times, coming out of the flashback. So Arthur had made these? For him?
A warm feeling spread through him at the thought of someone hand making him something. He hugged the toys tightly to his chest, smiling. He felt content.
"Alfred! Come on lad, answer me!" England was past panicked. It seemed like hours! Which of course he knew it wasn't but it still felt like it. When he was just about ready to call for help for the cops or something, he saw a door down the hall that was slightly ajar. Finding new hope, he jogged down the hall, and swung open the door to find Alfred sitting on the floor hugging something to his chest.
"Alfred! Thank God! There you are! What are you-" He cut off when he seen what Alfred was holding.
Alfred looked up. He jumped when the door was thrown open and England.s loud voice peirced through the quite room. He was about to tell Arthur what he found, but immediately saw the look in his eyes. Sad-ness. He looked lonely.
"Arthur?" He whispered. He was almost scared that Arthur would be mad at him for wondering off and then snooping through stuff.
"Come here, Alfred. Please." Arthur murmured. He got down on his knees and Alfred sat the toys down gently and ran to Arthur. Said person held out his arms and Alfred practically threw himself into the welcoming arms.
Arthur embraced Alfred closely, rubbing his hair. He wanted to hold him in his lap, but unfortunently, Alfred was much to big for that, so he settled with just holding the American. He didn't know what had made him so suddenly want to hug him. He supposed because of seeing the toys. The ones he thought that America had thrown out centuries ago.
A tear ran down his face, but he kept silent, still holding Alfred.
"Don't leave me again..." He mumbled into Alfred.s ear. Hearing this made the Americans heart beat to quicken. Why would he leave? Wait...Again?
"I won't leave you. I promise." Alfred whispered back, closing his eyes.
France stood at the doorway, smiling softly at the heart warming scene. Arthur had found Alfred after all.
A/N: d'aaawwwwwwwww :D okay, I totally enjoyed the little sappy part at the end...I don't know what came over me to write that, but I did. I hope you enjoyed it too! :D
Translations:
Petit Amerique- Small/little America
Que-What
Mon Anglais ami- My English friend
Sorry if translations are wrong! I used my smartical brain XD Haha
Once again, please forgive me for the mistakes! ;A; :D
As always, review, lovelies :D