America sat next to England on the floor. They had retreated to England's house after checking France's house. Before they had gone too far away England had the brilliant idea of checking France's place for something like letters or emails that might show where France might have gone. Or course though
"Isn't that bit creepy and stalkerish?" America had cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Grrr…. Just tell me you know how to get his password."
"Get it? Dude, I already know it! Haha!"
The letters and printed out emails held nothing. They had looked at the papers spread out on the floor for hours now. England handed America another email that he had already read. He sighed earning a dirty look from England. All the email said was I'll come to your place soon. Wait…I have an idea! What's the date? Who's it from? America looked up at the signature and the date. America Jumped up with a bright smile.
"IGGY!"
"Don't call me that. What?" England snapped a bit.
"Look the date is today! This was sent today by Spain!" He was jumping up and down like a kid who just got a new toy and wanted to open it right at that second even though they still hadn't bought it yet. Pierre excitedly flew around America's head chirping happily.
"Let's go see Spain! Come on!" America grabbed England's arm dragging him. America charged through the door not even bothering to open it.
Part 7
America rang the doorbell once again about a thousand times. Until England finally slapped America's hand to get him to stop so America went and looked through the window calling out to Spain. That's weird Spain should have been home since he wasn't at France's place. That much is clear. Then where would the two be? Hmm…
"America? Who do France and Spain spend time with?" England had the name but just couldn't remember.
"Prussia, duh! Oh…"
"Come on…" England sighed heading to Germany's place since, he figured, they live together.
Prussia's/Germany's place.
"What?" Germany sighed opening the door.
"Have you seen your brother?" England said a bit stiffly
"Yeah, he's inside. Come on in. His room is on the right." Germany pointed to the room sending England and America in that direction.
England put his ear up against the door hearing voices. One most notably was Prussia. England knocked on the door. Prussia cracked it open staring at him in shock.
"Have you seen France or Spain?" England put bluntly suddenly weary of the search. Prussia opened the door in answer allowing England and America entrance. There on the bed was France lying on his back asleep. He was covered in bandages. Spain was hovering over France making sure he was alright. England let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in a huff. Pierre squawked
"What happened?" America asked Prussia.
"I don't know. Spain knows more than me." All three turned to look at Spain.
"I don't know much more than you. I went to his house since he was expecting me. The door was unlocked and I let myself in. The whole place was trashed, but I must have missed Pierre because I checked every inch of the house. Concerned I ran towards here to ask Prussia if he has seen France. On the way I tripped over him. He was half conscious and speaking nonsense. He had a lot of injuries as you can see. I carried him here for help because it was the closet. That's all I know." Spain glanced back down to France after explaining as if he suspected something.
"Yet, you have no idea what happened before that?" England questioned.
"No, sorry. Maybe you can ask him when he wakes?"
They waited hours for France to wake up. It was about 3 hours of waiting until France woke up. To England he seemed like his brain was full of cotton.
France opened his eyes to see a bright white ceiling. Groaning a bit he sat up. It was a bad idea. His vision completely blurred and he felt dizzy like he just came from one of those teacup rides at amusement parks. He took deep breaths until the vertigo and fuzz left. That was when he came aware of others in the room and Pierre perched happily upon his shoulder.
"Are ya feeling OK?" America spoke to him catching France's attention.
"I have felt better, but oui I am alright." He throat was scratchy like sand paper though.
"Can you tell us what happened?" England? Huh? What was he doing here? For that matter why was America here? Spain and Prussia made sense not the other two.
"Um…I don't remember." Well that was a complete lie, He thought to himself. He remembered alright but wasn't going to say it. That business was resolved and hopefully won't happen again.
"Are you sure?'
"Oui, stop interrogating me, I don't remember a damn thing!" He snapped.
"Shit, no need to get pissy, man." America was right that was uncalled for. France he just didn't want to explain what happened. He wanted it just to blow away in the wind never to be remembered by anyone but him…
Yes, I know accents are not correct but I got lazy. I am sorry I took so long on this chapter life got in the way. :) Sorry to say but Chapter 9 will be the last chapter :(.
I think it's about time I wrote this too just in case:
Disclaimer I don't own any of the Hetalia characters.