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Chapter 5
Canada stood at the head of the long conference table, resisting the urge to pace back and forth.
He had received some disturbing news from a guilty Poland and Lithuania. They had shuffled in, Lithuania tugging at his sleeves and Poland twirling a lock of his hair with his finger. Each seemed to be nudging the other forward to break the news.
He felt an unusual desire to smack the pair. Sure it was the middle of a crisis, but they were too perfect together not to notice.
Nations filed in at a steady rate. Germany and an overly clingy Italy entered followed by Japan and a rather subdued Taiwan. The last pair to enter the meeting was a rather flustered England and France.
And the strange thing was that instead of talking and chattering, they took their seats and sat silently. They all seemed to hold their breath… and turned to him.
"Thank you for coming," he said addressing his fellow nations. "I have received some news from Poland and Lithuania that all of you need to hear."
He motioned to the pair to share their information. The two stood up, awkwardly. Both seemed to want the other to speak. Until eventually, Lithuania began to splutter nervously.
"Um…well w-we found out that America's assaulter has taken a strange interest in America," the Lithuanian stammered. "Balderik Gamma's internet history suggests that he is very close to finding the truth about America."
"So, like, we found that Gamma's still here on the Swiss UN complex. And he's, like, still at large. But Liet and I have totally narrowed his location down. Liet, like, narrowed it down to the northeast side of the complex," Poland said nonchalantly, looking down at his fingernails.
The Pole's nonchalant statement caused a small flurry of chatter among the nations. England and France exchanged looks. Italy was looking like he was going to cry again. And Japan fidgeted in his seat.
"Now that we've narrowed down his location, I can get a clear lock on his location," Estonia piped up from behind his laptop. He was already typing away.
Canada watched intently as the Estonian typed away. He had asked him at the beginning of all this to track his brother down via cellphone. But Eduard told him that he needed a more exact location in order to find the signal.
"Found him," Estonia exclaimed, a small smile on his face. "I can tap into security cameras there and get a real time look at him…"
As he said the smile slid off the tech's face.
"What is it?" Canada demanded as he made his way from the front of the table to Estonia's side of the table.
Estonia sat there, staring at screen. He shook the Estonian, earning no response save for a small shake of the head.
"We're too late," Eduard whispered.
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America groaned in the darkness of the empty room.
'God, how long was I in here?' he wondered to himself.
He peered around his surroundings. There were several empty bottles of whiskey and ale around him. The lights were all off and the windows were open.
He groaned again and hit his head lightly against the desk. His head was pounding, like a separate heart pumping the same words over and over again.
"Mr. Jones," a voice said as a hand was placed on his hip and another over his mouth. "I'm here to finish where we started."
Alfred let out a muffled scream and began to trash about. He was knocked out his chair but the hands of his attacker never seemed to leave his body.
He was on the floor now, his back to ground. He could feel the weight of his assailant on him and smell the sweat and alcohol mixing with his own scent.
The attacker towered over him sitting on his hips. He bent down and kissed Alfred.
Alfred scrambled about desperately trying to separate himself from the stranger. He'd never get England's forgiveness, not now. If anything, England probably hated him more now.
The man pulled back from the kiss. And although, Alfred couldn't see his face in the dark he swore he smiled.
"Your mine," the man hissed. "Your mine and always will be. If your friends cared they would be looking for you. Your so-called lover abandoned you. Your brother isn't even in the country."
The man had loosened his grip on Alfred's hips, just enough to let him slide away. He pulled himself up against a nearby wall, seating and panting.
"How do you know?" he asked harshly.
"I know yourself better than you do," the man replied cryptically. "I know things people would only dream of knowing."
Alfred shook his head frantically.
"No, you're insane," he said backing up against the wall even more. "You're a madman."
"Am I really?" the man asked, a brow raised.
America's breath hitched in panic. Was he really insane? Or was he only trying to help him?
"No."
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England ran out of the meeting room as soon as Estonia had found the location.
Others had been trapped in a shocked stupor, as if it were a dream. But, he had been woken up. It was suddenly clear now. He could gain his forgiveness.
He turned around a sharp corner surprising an unsuspecting woman.
"Hey!" she shouted at him as her papers were knocked out of her hands and sent in a chaotic flurry.
He ignored her indignant cries and kept running.
It's not like he heard her in first place. All he could hear was Alfred voice calling to him laughing, yelling, or simply talking.
'Two lefts, a right, then another left," he told himself. "Come on you're almost there!"
In the farther end of the hallway, he could almost hear France speaking to the poor woman he nearly trampled.
"Ah, mademoiselle laissez -moi vous aider. Let me apologize for my friend. He's mind's miles away. He's quite stressed," France said and England could hear the sound of kiss, probably to the hand. "Vous, cependant une belle jeune femme comme vous, ne devriez pas être ici seul."
It made England sick that France could be so flirtatious at a time like this. But then again, France being openly flirty was his way of coping. He knew that by now.
But, he didn't have time for France.
He was going to find America. And when he found America, he was going to make that bastard who harmed him regret the day he was born.
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AN: I'm so sorry! This chapter is unedited and unbetaed! I'm sorry for being gone so long! I've gotten caught in this terrible thing called "reality" and in this stressful thing called "school". Anyways, enough of that and back to notes!
I know the ending's cheesy but I didn't know how else to wrap it up. But on the bright side after the next chapter or two the guilt trip will begin and I have some plans for Alfred and Arthur's relationship. *grins evilly*
Also, the lack of reviews for the last chapter was kind of discouraging. So if you could please review that would be great. If you don't mind that is.
Anyways, thanks!
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