*looks around to see if any reader still exist* Hello? Hello? Please Don't kill me for waiting this long to update.
I just lost inspiration for this.
And then I got really busy.
And then it all went downhill from there...
BUT BUT BUT
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Arthur looked at the Prussian.
"Well I guess whether we want to or not, and trust me git I don't want to, we'll be working together to get out and find whoever else is here with us."
Gilbert looked at him. As much as the slightly narcissistic male hated to admit it, the Brit was right.
"Fine. But as soon as I find Mattie and whoever else that actually matters to me, we're done, 'kay?"
"Whatever git." The Englishman responded.
The two looked around a bit. The question that went through both of their minds was which way to go.
"We should go west Gilbert." The Englishman stated.
"Kesesese~ We're going east eyebrows." He said cockily.
"If we wanted to get lost, lose all chance of getting back, and finding anyone here we would!"
"We're not going west! East is better, and besides, you went east to find me. So they're prolly east too!"
The two argued for a while before Gilbert forcibly picked Arthur up and carried him over his shoulder in the direction of east.
"Put me down this instant you fucking wanker!" The shorter cried.
"Just like old times, eh Artie? Kesesese~"
"Put me down now you git, I will bloody kill you!"
"Whatever you say, eyebrows~" he said, dropping the shorter blonde onto the ground.
"Ouch, bloody hell!" he said, upon hitting the ground. "I meant gently. Why would you do that?"
Gilbert stood proudly and laughed, "Kesesese~ you asked for it~"
"Go die. Go die right now you git. Go die and I will dance on your bloody grave wanker." Arthur said bitterly, dusting off his clothes. 'oh god, he's going to be the death of us...' he thought.
The two proceeded to move on in silence, well mostly silence. Their footsteps seemed to echo, that and the fact that Gilbert would not stop talking. The last time the Englishman payed a bit of attention, he was talking about how 'awesome' he is and at that point Arthur stopped paying attention again.
The two covered a surprising amount of ground in the short time they had been walking before a change in scenery. The large crystal-like forest became a snowy forest-expanse. But, oddly, it was not cold. It was still temperate despite the appearance. Arthur made a mental note that things here were not as they seemed.
"Bloody hell?" the Brit said quietly expressing his confusion.
"Kesesese~ This is so weird!" the young Prussian said, kneeling down to form a snowball, which he promptly threw at Arthur.
"What the hell you git?" he responded, after being gently pegged in the head with a snowball.
The silverette laughed, then ran away from his British 'traveling partner'. He turned around while running to watch the expression on Arthur's face, but did not see the tall blonde in front of him. He ran into the other, knocking both of them to the surprisingly cold, snow covered ground. Arthur laughed.
"Quoi? What zhe 'ell?" the blond, who was being sat on by Gilbert, exclaimed.
"Oh great... now I'm stuck with the frog too? Bloody fabulous..." Arthur said rather emotionlessly.
"'Ello Arthur~ Mon cher, what 're you doing 'ere?" Francis, the French friend of Gilbert, cousin of Mattie, and sexual harasser/ tormentor of Arthur, questioned.
"How should I know git?"
"I 'ssumed you would know mon cher~ Don't get your panties in a bunch Arthur~"
"Kesesesese~ Panties!" the rather immature Prussian remarked.
"Oh shut it... both of you!" Arthur said, glaring angrily at the two.
The duo burst out laughing, got up, and then moved on. This time they made sure that Arthur was in front of them. Not for safety, but in the event that there was yet another person standing in the middle of the road for them to run into. Literally.
The newly formed trio traveled the snowy expansive forest for a short time before reaching yet another strange place to wander.
Their new surroundings were a stark contrast to their previous ones. A large, moss filled evergreen forest was now all around them.
From a bush in close proximity to the trio, a sudden rustling sound came. They quickly turned to see if it was anything to be worried about, or if it was just a squirrel or forest dwelling animal.
"What was zhat?" Francis asked.
"Probably just a rabbit or something." Arthur replied.
"No..." Gilbert said, drawing out a long blade, " I don't think it is..."
"Where the bloody hell did you get a sword git?" Arthur replied, gawking at the blade.
"'e 'as always 'ad it. Duh~" Francis said.
"Well how am I supposed to know about his sword?"
Francis and Gilbert looked over to each other, immediately broke the seriousness, and began to laugh hysterically.
"What the hell? Why are you laughing, you gits? All I said was 'sword'..." The ticked off Brit said. The two began to laugh harder.
"Dude- ju- just stop talking Kesesesese!~"
"Oui juste fermer Arthur~" Francis said, breaking into his first language of French.
"You two make no bloody sense. I will never understand the two of you and that bloody Spaniard."
"Ha! 'Tonio's awesome. Well not as awesome as me, but he still is. Kinda like Franny."
"Oui. Arthur, you juzt need to lighten up~"
"You sound just like him." The Brit mumbled.
"Quoi?" Francis asked.
"Like who?" Gilbert said, stopping suddenly to see if he could figure out who this was that Arthur was talking about.
"No one." Arthur said a bit angrily.
"'re you talking about Alfred, mon cher?"
"Shut up you bloody frog"
"Whoa! Arthur. Calm your tits, he's just asking."
"Oh go die wanker."
"Looks like we hit a never~" Gilbert said in a singsong voice to Francis.
"Oh go shag that Canadian girlfriend of yous!" Arthur insulted Gilbert.
"I would... too bad I'm stuck here with you until we find her or get back or whatever. I mean the closest thing I have right now is Franny... but I don't exactly want to do that right now~ Kesesese~"
"I don't know whezher to be offended or 'onored by zhat mon cher." Francis remarked.
Arthur just sighed and began walking again.
He abruptly stopped in the middle of the path.
"Do you hear that?" he questioned the other two, who almost ran into the Englishman.
"Kesesese~ I told you that I heard something. But no! You said it was a rabbit. See? The awesome me is always right."
"Shut up and listen."
"Shouldn't we run zhen? Izn't it bad if we stay 'ere cher?" Francis said, recalling all the horror movies he's watched with his friends and varies girl or boyfriends.
"Hm Franny has a point there eyebrows."
"Oh shut up! There's a rational and logical way to solve this and get out of here or find some place that isn't a bloody forest! We're doing it my way gits."
A familiar scream rang out from just beyond where they were. A deeper, but still as familiar, one followed the first. Gilbert swore his heart stopped for a moment, Francis' breath became faster. Arthur's face visibly paled. Francis quickly grabbed Gilbert's arm before the Prussian broke out in a sprint.
"Fuck! Franny! Let me go!" he shouted.
"Non. We need to be calm about zhis."
"W-what was that?" Arthur said, standing in shock.
"Fuck being calm! It sounds like Mattie's in trouble here! I can't just wait here and let something happen! Let me go Francis! Now!"
"You don't know zhat itz zhem. Calm down." At this point Francis was fully restraining Gilbert, who was struggling.
"Its not bloody git. I'm sure she's smart enough to not almost die..." Arthur said halfheartedly, letting his words hang in the tense atmosphere.
"I zhink we should check it out, but let's not be 'asty and jump to conclusions, oui?"
Gilbert gave up struggling for a moment. "Okay" he said, still on-edge.
"I don't think its a good idea, but no matter. You bloody gits are going to go no matter what I say anyways, so perhaps its best that I just give up on trying to get you to think sensibly." Arthur said, his annoyance showing in his tone.
Francis quickly let Gilbert go and the Prussian broken into a sprint.
'Mattie, I'm coming!' he thought.
Francis and Arthur followed him closely, though not too close. In a matter of minutes they reached a clearing but found nothing.
A small bird with a large wingspan sat in a tree. It appeared to have rainbow, almost iridescent feathers. It flew off its perch in a dead tree and into the now visible sky. The sky seemed to be a bright sunset color that looked like it had been painted on with the nimble hands of an artist.
As soon as it hit the sky its feathers turned black and it let out a blood curdling screech, identical to the one the trio heard earlier. It was an exact mirror of the Canadian and American's screams.
"Like I said wankers, it's a bloody bird. Not them." Arthur said, looking at Gilbert who stared into the sky at the bird.
"Oh I guess it was mon ami..."
"Wait. Wait. Wait. What if it's one of those mimic birds!" Gilbert said, quickly turning to face the blondes.
"That's highly illogical." Arthur began, "Birds such as that have never existed. Ever git. Only in a bloody Lewis Carrol novel would you find such nonsense"
"I love 'ow Arthur iz zo into magic and believes in fairies, but can't believe in zhe existence of a bird zhat repeats you..." Francis remarked.
"Shut up frog!"
"He has a point, Kesesese~"
"Sod off!"
"It sounds just like Mattie and Alfred and you know it!" Gilbert said fiercely.
An awkward silence befell the three as the thoughts of Gilbert's theory set in.
A/n: I really feel like I'm letting you guys down with this chapter, but whatever. At least I'm gonna finish this story eventually. Im not abandoning it. It's a lot of dialogue, but it needs it this chapter.
Please tell me what you think. I really wanna know.