The Hetalia Global Warming Crisis; Get Out Alive

10—The Disappearance

~~Canada~~

Here. Again.

How long has it been since I saw my brother? Where did he go? Is he alright?

…So many questions.

Why did he leave me alone…?

Here. Alone.

Eh? Hey. Am I crying?

Oh yeah. I don't want to be alone.

You are quite a pathetic nation, are you not?

Who is that? Are you talking to me?

Yes, you. Heh. You are pathetic.

And standing before me is the white wolf.

Have you come back just to taunt me? I accuse out loud, although I've figured already that it can read my mind. Are you going to force me to chase you around this place?

I am here to help.

Then help us! I plead. We're trapped and all you can do is just stand there?

I am helping the wolf insisted. You did not want to be alone. But you are not alone.

Yes I am, I reply. No one ever notices me. I'm always alone; an afterthought; forgotten.

I kneel down and put my head in my hands. I can't go after the wolf, and if I move, I'll fall again.

I'm trapped. And there's no one to help me. What the hell? What am I even doing here?

Then if you are alone, who are you talking to?

I realise I've been speaking out loud. Or perhaps the wolf just read my thoughts. I look up just as soft, frosty fur brushes my neck and tickles my nose.

I am here, the wolf whispered. You are the True North. You are never alone.

I surrender into the white fur and bury myself in the blissful coldness. I imagine being lost in Kumajiro's soft bear fur. That's how wonderful it feels, only colder. The wolf drags its warm, wet tongue across my cheek and over my ear. I respond by gently breathing into the frosty fur. It feels perfectly normal.

I will always be with you, the wolf says. I stand on guard for thee, my home. Canada.

~~America~~

Arthur stood watching Alfred as the American stood in front of him, unusually quiet, staring at the double doors that opened into the corridor where Australia was killed. He stepped forward and gripped the taller man on the shoulder. Alfred stiffened, but didn't turn around.

"Yo man, we'd better go," Alfred laughed, trying to be cheerful. "The sooner we go, the sooner we can get back."

"You should apologise to Canada," Arthur said quietly. "He was really upset. I don't think you should've left him right after we lost Australia."

"Australia is our brother, too. Besides, I'm surprised you could tell with all that shouting you were doing back there," sniffed Alfred, as he avoided the subject warily.

Arthur's emerald eyes flared up defiantly. "Well I deserve the right to know—"

"The keys are in the office on the other side of the hallway," Alfred said, ignoring Arthur's outburst. "Hopefully the enemy hasn't taken them yet."

"They're probably waiting there to kill us by now, since you said it out loud, bloody bastard," muttered Arthur darkly. "Besides the office, is there anywhere else we could explore before we get back? I still want to search for the source that's draining my magic."

"There is a door leading into the stairwell nearby the office," Alfred murmured as he tried to remember the layout of the building. "The stairs go up to the fourth floor. The elevator by the stairs will take you to the roof. They both go to the parking garage, but I think the enemies put a barrier around them so we can't go out that way. The basement leads beneath the parking garage, I think. I'm not really sure, though, because I haven't been down there."

"You know this place well," commented Arthur.

Alfred's blue eyes flickered for a moment. "Of course, it's practically my home."

Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Then how come we don't hold meetings here more often?"

"I like having world meetings in larger areas, like this one," said Alfred distractedly. "But this is only temporary." He avoided Arthur's questioning glare and turned, walking through the blood-splattered room towards the doors.

Arthur scowled, looked around the room, and froze.

"America!"

He dashed up to the taller nation, eyes darting around the room in paranoia. Alfred turned swiftly and grabbed Arthur's shoulders tightly, forcing him to calm down.

"What's wrong?"

"Look around," hissed Arthur. "Wasn't this place littered with all those bloody enemies we killed?"

Alfred's blue eyes scanned the room slowly, like an eagle searching for prey. The room was still stained with blood, but the dead bodies of the assassins they had killed earlier had disappeared. The American hissed a string of curses under his breath and sprinted to the double doors, flinging them wide open.

The corridor was splattered with blood from the earlier battle, but besides that the place was clean. The assassin America had shot was gone.

Australia was gone.

"Shit," Alfred snarled.

"I'm guessing you know what this means," Arthur stated quietly as he moved to stand by America.

"Yeah," growled Alfred. "Those damn crazy nation-trappers are up to something."

England moved closer to America, looking around warily.

"This doesn't look good."

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya

The points of veiw are going to start switching a lot between Canada and America, so I put labels to seperate the different points of veiws.

I will also add in a third point of veiw in the third arc, so you can guess who that might be...

Reveiw please! :3