A/N Ahh hopefully the length of this chapter will make up for its lateness. Also, there's a little USUK in this one!

Francis: Oh, l'amour.

Arthur: …just….why?

Australia831: Because I feel like it. If you don't ship it, don't sweat it! It's not a super big thing that will influence the story. I just thought it would be cute to put it in there! :p

America didn't want to go all the way back to his own country after the world meeting had ended, so he just rented a room and went sightseeing around Europe. After all, the next meeting was in only a week, so why leave if he needed to come right back in a few days? At the moment, he was looking for France to see if he wanted to pull a prank on England with him. He didn't see him in the restaurant he usually worked at, so he pulled out his phone, planning to call him. As soon as he had done that, it started ringing to the tune of The Star Spangled Banner. It was England.

"Creepy..." he said to himself before answering. "Wassup, Iggy?"

"Can you please just say, 'how are you'? Anyway, are you near Paris at the moment?"

"Yeah, actually, I'm like right here."

"Can you pick us up with your helicopter?"

"Um,okay then. Where are ya? And who is 'us'?"

Arthur told him the hotel name, that they were on the roof, and that he would explain further once Alfred came.

"The hero is on his way!" Alfred hung up his phone and ran back to his ever-present helicopter.

Once America had disconnected, England turned to Emily, Maria, and Alice and told them, "Alfred in on his way."

"How is he going to pick us up from the roof?" Alice asked curiously.

"He has a helicopter."

"Whoa, that's so cool!" cried Emily.

"I wonder what Francis is doing," Alice said.

"Do you think he managed to hold them back?" Maria asked.

"I suppose we will find out soon enough," Arthur said, watching the trapdoor.

Francis stood behind the front counter and watched several men in black suits and sunglasses come in. He had told the man originally behind the counter to go fetch security, and he had willingly complied. After all, the card Francis had showed him had given Francis the power of ahigh government official and pretty much told the man to fulfil every request. Francis only used this in emergencies.

Now the men approached the counter, and Francis put on his award winning how-may-I-help-you smile. Without waiting for him to actually ask, the leader of the group removed his sunglasses and said, "We need the room number of a girl named Emily Jones."

"I need to see some identification, monsieur," Francis charmingly said back.

The man held out his i.d. card, showing him to be part of the French government. "This is a matter of international safety. We need the room number and the key if possible.

"Alright," Francis said, typing some things into the computer. "I will be needing your license again."

The man, trying not to show his annoyance, handed overhis license once again. Francis then asked for his credit card. Francis scanned the credit card and saw that it was golden, and looked very similar to the unlimited one he had been shown previously. Pretending to read something horrible that came up on the screen, he called security. Seconds later, the group of men was surrounded.

"Escort them out please," Francis said.

"What is the meaning of this? I demand an explanation!" When everyone ignored him, the leader shouted out, "Code B2!" and the lobby erupted into fighting. He somehow slipped past them and snuck behind the counter, abandoned by Francis, who had joined the fighting.

He quickly typed 'Emily Jones' into the computer and received the information that she was staying in a joint pair of rooms with Maria Beilschmidt, Arthur Kirkland, Francis Bonnefoy, and Alice Kirkland. The man smiled and strode into a nearby elevator. He punched the button for the tenth floor and waited for the doors to close.

I've got you now.

The four were waiting on the roof in silence when the heard the chop of the blades of a helicopter. Waving their hands as if they were being rescued from some remote wilderness, they easily caught the attention of the approaching aircraft. The helicopter landed and a tall figure jumped out from the pilot seat. He eagerly walked toward the group but stopped dead when he saw Emily. Shaking himself out of it, when he came close enough to talk, he asked her, "Do we know each other?"

"That's what we've been trying to figure out."

Alfred turned to Arthur for further explanation, but Arthur just shook his head and said, "Later. Right now we must leave before we are taken into the custody of an insane group of people."

"Sounds good," Alfred said. "Come on!" He led the group to the helicopter and helped them board, allowing Emily to ride in the co-pilot seat when she asked if she could.

"And we're off!" Alfred lifted the helicopter into the air and sped it off into the distance.

The man who had gotten away from the fighting searched the joint hotel room to no avail. There was no one home. Where could they be? Then he heard it. The sound of a helicopter grew ever louder. The man turned on his heel and sped out into the hall. He sprinted as fast as he could toward the roof exit, and pulled himself up the ladder onto the roof. As he stood up, he saw a helicopter lift off the roof and fly away. He stood motionless on the roof for a few seconds before it registered in his mind that the subjects had evaded him.

"Damnit!" he said under his breath. He could have captured at least one of them if he had been there only seconds before. He took out his walkie-talkie and said, "Subjects A, E, and P and target E have escaped by helicopter. The mission has failed."

"Incorrect. We have taken target F into our control." The man hadn't really thought about target F he'd been so focused on the subjects. Was that who was behind the counter? It would make sense. The target was helping the others escape. The man climbed back doen the ladder, not feeling completely defeated.

He said back into his walkie-talkie, "Contact the base and tell them to spread the word to look for any unauthorized helicopter."

"Yes, sir."

With all the lookouts in different countries, the USC was bound to get a sighting of the helicopter soon. I just need to be patient.

Alfred drove the helicopter through the darkness all the way back to Arthur's house and, despite Arthur telling him not to, landed it in the backyard painfully close to the garden. The five got out and walked around, happy to stretch out their legs. Alice, who was now carrying half of the pile of files, asked Arthur, "Is this really your house?"

"Yes."

"Not to be rude, but-."

"-how did you get enough money?" Emily finished for her.

"A story for another time. Come, let's get inside." Arthur led everyone into the beautiful white mansion. Alice was enthralled by the paintings and the neatness of it all. They walked into a spacious living room where Maria and Alice set down the files. Arthur motioned for them all to make themselves at home.

"Alfred, making yourself at home does not mean you need to make my house look like your home, so please don't make a mess."

Alfred rolled his eyes and plopped down on the couch, putting up the footrest.

"So does anyone want to fill me in on stuff?" he asked.

Like when they had explained the story to Maria, Arthur started from Big Ben and went from there, briefly explaining to Alfred that the reason he was staring out into space after the world meeting was because he had just seen Alice. Alice had told the part about everyone losing their memories, but other than that she remained silent. She tried to focus on what Arthur was saying, but her eyes kept drifting over to Alfred. Of course, Emily notiiced this and said to the group, "I'll be right back." After she stood up, she said, "Alice is coming with me."

"What?" Emily yanked Alice off the chair where she was sitting and towed her into the hallway. As soon as Emily heard Arthur continue talking, she asked, "Do you like him?"

"Wait, what?"

"Alfred! I saw you looking at him." Emily smiled excitedly and said, "It's fine if you do. That would be adorable."

Alice, clearly uncomfortable with this conversation, defensively said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Emily looked completely unconvinced and continued nagging Alice. After much persuasion, Alice finally admitted, "Okay, maybe he is a little cute..."

Emily squealed with joy. "This is so sweet!"

"Emily, you can not tell anyone."

"Fine by me!" She looked like she wanted to say something else.

"What are you hiding?" Alice grinned.

"...Okay, I might kind of...like Arthur. Don't tell anyone!"

"I won't as long as you don't!" Alice laughed, "Come on, let's go back."

Emily waltzed back into the room followed by Alice.

"What was that about?" Arthur asked.

"Nothing!" they both quickly replied.

"Well that wasn't suspicious," Maria said sarcastically, cracking a smile.

"Can we just get beck to the story," Alice said, trying not to accidentally glance at Alfred anymore.

Arthur said, "Alright then," noticing right away that Alice wanted the subject changed. "As I was saying, the USC found us at the hotel, so we needed a quick escape. Francis went to go distract them, and the rest of us went up to the roof. That is how we ended up needing an airlift out."

"You guys have had a really weird few days," Alfred said.

"Tell me about it," replied Emily.

"It's getting late," said Arthur. "We should get a good night's sleep before searching the files."

"I second that," Maria agreed.

Arthur showed everyone to their own room and all the lights were out within ten minutes. Alice stayed awake the longest, just thinking. She thought about the day her adventure had began, only two days ago really, though it seemed like years. She thought about the USC, the files, escaping on to the roof, and a little about Alfred (though she stopped herself nearly right away from embarrasment), but exhaustion soon overcame her and she too fell asleep.