Herro :3 Yaaay chapter 11! I am honestly proud of myself...This is the farthest I ever made it with a story :D yaaay! :D And I plan to keep continuing X3

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia~

Alfred backed away a little from the scary women. She looked absolutely crazed. He didn't even know if that was the right word to describe her. Just was just...Just...Insane.

"I-I don't k-know what your talking about.." He stuttered nervously. If he made it through this, he knew that he would no longer be scared of Ivan. Not after this.

"TELL ME!" She practically flew up to him and wrapped her hands out his neck and squeezing. He chocked a little bit, but over all he could sill breathe, thankfully.

"W-who are y-you talking about?" He wheezed. Was she talking about Ivan, possibly? Shit, no wonder Ivan was scared of her.

"I know who you know I'm talking about, you retarded American!" (A/N: Heeey DX) She growled. Alfred lifted his hand and pointed to the closet. Her eyes followed the direction he was pointing. When she realized where he was pointing to, she flung him down like a rag doll and ran to the closet.

"BIG BROTHER!" She threw open the closet door and found Ivan cowering in in the clothes.

"Waaah! S-sister!" He whined. A low string of 'marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me' erupted from her. Alfred felt slightly bad for telling her where Ivan was, but then again he kidnapped him, so oh well.

Not wanting to stay there any longer, he dashed out of the room and down the stairs. He needed to get out of here as fast as possible. To his left, he spotted a cord phone. Yes! He could call Arthur to get him! He ran to the phone and picked it up but then realized his problem. He didn't know Arthurs number.

He cursed silently to himself. He didn't have all day to figure it out either. From upstairs he could hear banging and some screaming, causing a shiver to run down Alfred's spin. He looked back at the dialer then got a gut feeling. He slowly punched in the numbers that he thought seemed familiar and called.

The phone rang for what seemed like forever before someone picked up,

"Hello?" A British accent floated through into Alfreds ear.

"Oh thank God! Arthur! You have to come help me!" Alfred begged. He was silently thanking God for Arthur answering the phone and the fact that he actually got the right number. It was a pure miracle.

"Alfred? Where are you? What happened!" Arthur rushed out. He was so relieved. He had almost called Alfred's President and made him do a national search for Alfred.

"I-I don't know! This guy-one that was at the meeting- kidnapped me. I think his name was I-Ivan." He stuttered. He felt like crying.

"Russia? That bloody fucking bastard! I'm going to kill him!" Arthur ragged. Alfred could fainly hear Francis on the other side trying to calm the English-man down but failed miserably.

Alfred was about to reply when suddenly the phone was snatched out of his hand and off the wall completely. Ivan glared furiously at him before striking him across the face with so much force that his head snapped to the side.

"When will you get it through your thick head? You listen to me. And because you ratted me out, you deserve a punishment." Ivan glared. It felt like the room temperature dropped a couple of degrees.

The Russian grabbed Alfred's arm rather tightly and marched straight to the door, opening it and pushing Alfred outside, before slamming it closed.

Alfred tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge, and it wasn't like he could break the door..It was back of freaking oak! He slid down the door and huddled closer to himself, trying the conserve heat. 'At least I didn't take off anything yet.' He thought. He had some sort of way to keep warm, if only a little, which made him happy.

His eyes filled with tears as he sat in front of the door. He hated this. He just wanted his brother. Was that so much to ask for? A tear slid down his cheek.

Arthur stared at the phone when it was suddenly cut off. He grew increasingly worried that something happened and he got caught. He prayed that Alfred was alright, till he got there.

"Francis come on! We're going to Russia."

"So I've heard, mon ami." Francis replied standing up from his seat in the couch. He followed England around as he got a little big of first aid supplies and blankets ready.

"We need to call some other nations to meet up so we can save Alfred. Russia isn't going to give him up without a fight."

"Oui, I will contact some other nations." France pulled out his phone and dialed Germany's number. The phone barely rang once before the German picked up.

"Hallo? This is Germany speaking.

"Ah, bonjour Allemagne*! Angleterre and I need your help immediately. It is concerning Alfred."

"Amerika? What's happened?"

"Our Russian friend has kidnapped him. We just received a call from Amérique a few minutes ago. Can you help his get him?" France asked, it a slightly serious tone, which was strange for the French man.

"Natürlich*. I'm am getting ready to leave right now. Are you at Amerika's house?" The German asked sternly.

"Oui." France replied simply.

"Okay. Lebewohl*." The other line ended, and France made another call. The phone rang a little longer, and France almost hung up before he heard a grumbled voice on the other end.

"Nani? It's 2 in the morning. Please make it fast." Japans voice came through.

"Je suis désolé, le Japon.* Something happened with America and we need your help. He was kidnapped by Russia and England and I can't get him back alone. Will you help us?"

"Hai, hai. I will be there as soon as possible." He hung up. France sighed. Well they had himself, England, Canada, Germany,most likely Italy (Who wouldn't be much of help) and Japan. Perfect.

"The other nations are on the way, Angleterre."

"Who all?" He asked, turning towards him with the bag filled to the max.

"Germany, Italy, and Japan. Along with Canada who should be here very soon." Francis said taking a seat on the couch again, waiting for the arrival of Mattieu.

There was a soft knock at the door, that was almost non-exsistent. England got up from the couch and opened the door, revieling Canada.

"Good evening, Matthew." England stepped aside and let the Canadian enter. He sat his stuff down on the floor, not even bothering to put them away.

"Have you found him? Is he alright?" Canada asked, worried for his other half.

"We found were he's at. Unfortunately, we have to wait for some of the other nations to get here before we can go get him." Arthur led them to the living room, and sat down on the couch.

"Where is he at?"

"Russia. Ivan has kidnapped him." Canada glared slightly at him.

"Weren't you watching him?"

"Of course I was! I was just paying for a suit for him and when I turned around, he was gone!" Arthur felt guilty. It was clear that he had upset Alfreds northern brother for not keeping track of his twin. They both sat in silence until England decided to speak up again.

"Don't worry, Matthew. He's alright. We're leaving to get him tomorrow when the others get here." He rested a hand on Canadas, reasurringly.

"Alright..."

"Ah, Canada! Your here! Come give papa a hug!" France exclaimed joyfully, while walking into the living room from the kitchen. Canada smiled and got up, giving his former care taker a hug. Once they pulled away (With only a little grouping of poor Matthews butt) Matthew took a seat beside Arthur, followed by France who sat beside the Canadian.

They might as well get comfortable, because the other nations weren't going to be here for a while.

A/N: Yaaaay~ Alfred's going to be saved! :D Now, who's happy? *raises hand* :D XD

Translations:

Allemagne- Germany-German

Natürlich- Of course- German

Lebewohl- Goodbye-German

Je suis désolé, le Japon- I am sorry, Japan-French

Please correct me if the translations are wrong~ :D

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