This chapter contains some bad language and major violence.

This isn't for those with a huge dislike of cursing and fighting.

Chapter 10

The other three could only exchange horrified looks as Alfred confronted Harold.

"Hm. I'm surprised that you even remember my name."

"Of course I remember you! I never forgot about what you did..."

"Well, all I wanted to do was to let my anger out in some way! And besides, I was drunk that night!"

"That's not a very good excuse to begin with. And besides, Fort Sumter was my friend too, and the memory had been bugging me. And all I did was was make sure she was alright by reporting it. But I swear, I wasn't the one who did it. Someone beat me to it, okay? So-"

"Don't lie to me, traitor!" He grabbed Alfred's shirt collar. "You ruined my life that year. Now I'm here to ruin yours."

With that, he threw Alfred into the wall. The American hit it hard, but managed to stand.

"Leave my brother alone!" Arthur tackled Harold, only to be quickly thrown off.

"Hey stop right there! What makes you think you can-" Francis recieved a heavy blow to his face, cutting him off.

Alfred marched up to Harold. "Just tell us where Toris is."

"No. And even if I tell you, you're still gonna have to get past me to find him."

He raised his hand to hit Alfred again, but Alfred managed to dodge and hit his enemy.

Vash, meanwhile, just stood there, wondering if this could possibly mean the end of his neutrality. He didn't like to fight, and never would. However, the only thing that outweighed his refusal to fight was his will to do the right thing.

"HEY, STUPID BASTARD! BACK OFF OR I'LL BEAT YOU WITH MY PEACE PRIZE!"

"Um, your peace prize isn't here..."

"Whatever. But still, someone's gonna get hurt REAL bad if they don't let us pass!" Vash raised his gun, preparing to shoot if anything happened.

"Oooh, a gun, I'm so scared! Nah, I got a gun too!"

Harold grabbed Alfred and held the gun to his head. "One false move and your beloved America gets shot!"

-15 minutes ago-

"Karey, have you seen Harold lately? He's been spending way less time in the house."

Karey looked up from her book. "Oh, he's always trying to hide from society, so I'm not too worried right now."

"But isn't this when he usually comes back? He's not very punctual, but he always arrives in time for dinner."

Hmm. Aunt Isabella has a point, thought Karey. I should probably check on him.

She pulled out her phone and found her brother on speed dial. She put the phone to her ear and waited.

"Ugh, I'm not here right now, so leave a message, but only if it's important! Now scram!"

That's strange. His phone is ALWAYS on at this time of day.

"Aunt Isabella, I gotta go."

Arthur and Francis looked at each other. None of them knew what to do.

Vash, had something else in mind.

*Vash's thoughts*

Great. What do we do now?

I can't just point the gun at him, I don't want Al to be hurt.

The other two don't look like they're gonna do anything.

Looks like I'll...have to stop him myself.

I know this goes against everything I stand for, but it's the right thing.

*Reality*

"Arthur, take this." Vash shoved his gun into Arthur's hands.

"What the-what is this for?" Arthur stood there awkwardly, gun in hand.

"You're not planning to shoot me, are you? Cause if you are..." He jabbed the gun at Alfred's forehead, causing him to whimper in pain.

"No, but that gun's not getting any closer to Alfred." Harold turned as Vash punched him in the face.

Almost immediately, he let go of Alfred. Angry, he ran over at Vash, who kicked him in the stomach.

"OW! Stupid boy, don't mess with me!" He yelled as he slammed Vash onto the floor.

"You...bastard!" Although his vision was starting to blur, it wasn't time to stop now.

He could barely see Harold advancing on the other three blondes. Groggily, he got up and tried to run toward them.

"So, Alfred F. Jones, how does it feel to have a taste of your own medicine? Well it's about time you faced the consequences of snitching!"

"Did you forget about this?" Arthur pointed Vash's gun at his enemy's face. The two gunmen were about to pull their respective triggers when...

"I'm gonna make you die a little today!" Vash had both his arms around Harold's neck, and was pulling him away.

"You little..." Harold aimed his gun...BANG.

Vash fell back from the force of the bullet, hitting his head hard on the wall.

"VASH!"

"Like, has anyone seen Eduard anywhere?"

"No, I was going to ask you the same thing."

After the four blond nations had left, Eduard himself had mysteriously disappeared.

"He isn't anywhere in the house or the backyard. How did he slip out without anyone seeing him?"

Feliks looked to his left. "Like, isn't that window supposed to be closed?"

"Yeah..." Raivis went over and closed it. That's when he noticed footprints in the dirt outside. "Hey, you don't think..."

"Oh, like, I get it now. Eduard probably climbed out the window, and now he's like, hunting for a potentially deadly criminal. WAIT WHAT?"

To be continued...

And I'm gonna stop there for today.

I promise the next chapter will be up soon.

That way, I won't have to leave you hanging.

Peace,

Blue Cotinga Girl.