Here is another one-shot! I hope you enjoy it!
"It's time for your naps."
The twins looked at England with sleepy half-lidded eyes, currently sitting on the floor with toys scattered all around the nursery. The twins rubbed their eyes with a fist, while England began picking up most of the scattered toys to ensure some walking space in the room. France came into the room with the twins' stuffed animals. They were gifts from the Native Americans before England and France had found America and Canada. When the room was decently clean, both of the older nations went to pick up the drowsy colonies.
"Come on loves, let's put you in your bassinet. It's much more comfortable," England cooed softly to the sleepy Canada in his arms.
"Qui mon petites. I brought your animals so you can sleep peacefully," France smiled softly as America snuggled closer.
The older nations left the nursery and entered the twins' bedroom a few feet down the hallway. The walls were painted a light blue color with various pictures of animals and trees. In the room were two bassinets with white cloth and frills along with a few red bows sown on to the frills. There were a few dressers, two rocking chairs and a large rug inside of the bedroom. A large window was in the middle of the back wall, showing the snow covered forest a few yards away.
England placed Canada down into the bassinet on the left while France placed America in the right one. France proceeded to place the stuffed bunny into the arms of the sleepy America and a stuffed polar bear to Canada. Each twin cuddled closely to their animals. America and Canada yawned widely making England and France give soft smiles to the twins. Making sure the young colonies were warm and tucked in, England and France kissed each of their foreheads.
"Sweet dreams, loves."
"Sleep well mon petites."
England and France exited the room leaving the door slightly open so they could hear if the twins cried. All was peaceful in the room, until one of the toddlers was constantly moving around. The shuffling of the night gown against the cot and blanket was enough for the other to peek up at the other.
"Canada, what's wong?" America asked sleepily while rubbing his eyes.
"I don't know but I am not comfowtable. I want to sweep in a nest like we used to with the bunnies and bears in the forest," Canada pouted restlessly.
America thought about what his brother was saying and an idea came to him. Grinning widely, he looked towards his twin. "Hey Canada! Why don't we gather all the bwankets that we can and make a nest? We can sweep anywhere you want!" America whispered excitedly.
Canada's eyes widen with excitement and hopefulness. "Weally?! You would do that with me?" he asked shyly.
"Of course, we're bwuthers!"
Jumping out of his bassinet, America grabbed all the blankets and pillows he could carry along with his bunny. Watching America grab some blankets, Canada jumped out as well to help his twin. When they had a good amount, the twins proceeded to quietly leave their bedroom. Unfortunately, one of the blankets got caught under one of the bassinets. Noticing that the blanket wouldn't budge, America pulled really hard, momentarily forgetting about his strength, causing the bassinet to tip over. Instead of making a loud crashing noise, it landed on some stray blankets lying on the ground.
America and Canada gave a sigh of relief. Grabbing their items, the twins cautiously peeked out their door. Seeing that the coast was clear, America and Canada proceeded to head to a guest room with a large wardrobe. The room was near the back of the large house. It was a comfortable looking room and was one that the twins often visited when they played hide and seek.
Seeing the large wardrobe in the far part of the room, the twins continued to walk to their destination. Opening the large doors, America and Canada looked inside to make sure nothing was in the way. Seeing that there were a few more blankets, the twins began unfolding the blankets and pile them together like a nest. After cushioning the bottom of the wardrobe, the twins climbed inside and made themselves comfortable.
"Is this better Canada?" America asked sleepily.
Yawning widely, Canada smiled sleepily. "Yeah, this is better. Thank you, America."
America smiled and closed the doors but left it opened a crack to let them have some air come inside the wardrobe. The twins snuggled closer to each other with their animals and each other. Soon enough, both twins were deeply asleep.
It reminded them of when they had done the same thing to their mother.
"Maska, Kanata. Where are you hiding?" Native America called curiously. She looked high and low, but there was no sign of her children. Panic began to seep through her body. Native America began to frantically start looking for her children.
"Maska! Kanata! Boys!"
Her desperate yelling had startled some animals nearby. It seemed like hours and she still couldn't find her children. Tears were threatening to fall, until she felt a soft paw touch against her leg. Looking down, she saw that it was Kanata's polar bear, Nanuq.
"Come. I know where they are."
Native America quickly followed the little bear cub towards a burrow a few yards away. Nanuq crawled inside and nudged the twin closest to him.
Native America bent down onto the ground to see inside the burrow. The sight made her heart swell with amusement at the scene. Maska and Kanata were curled around each other and surrounded by a family of bunnies and Nanuq.
For now she decided to watch over them as they slept, but when they awoke, Native America was going to give a long scolding for worrying her.
After placing the twins in bed, England and France had gone to the living room to relax and enjoy their own activities. England had made himself some tea for him to enjoy while doing some embroidery. France read a novel to pass the time. Everything was peaceful.
England had paused his embroidery to look out the window and saw that it had started to snow heavily. He also noticed a two men carrying two bundles within their arms running past their house into the forest.
"That's odd. What the bloody hell do those two men think they are doing in this weather?" England murmured aloud. The question made France look up from his book to look out the window as well.
"Hmm, well it doesn't matter, but maybe they are going home now after enjoying the forest," France replied thoughtfully.
"Still, it is bloody cold to be out in this weather," England stated. "Speaking of being cold, I'm going to check on the twins and make sure that they are warm."
"Alright, I will be here."
Placing his embroidery down on the other side of the sofa, England got up from his seat. France went back to reading as England was leaving the room. It was only a few minutes later when he heard a panicked yell.
"France! Come quick!"
Immediately setting his book down, France left to the twins' room. Upon entering the bedroom, France's heart stopped with fear. One of the bassinets was laying on its side on the floor, blankets and toys scattered everywhere. The window left slightly open with the cold wind blowing into the room, caused despair to rise within each of the nations.
England stood in the room, his heart racing and a million questions entering his mind. He turned to France with fear and panic written all over his face.
"France, the twins are gone. We have to find them!" England said in a panicky voice. France didn't know what to say to calm the Brit down but they needed to find the twins soon. While looking at the current state of the room, a thought entered both of the nations' minds. Suddenly, England's face went from panic and fear to outright murderous. France wore a blank expression but his eyes held no mercy for the poor unfortunate souls that would cross him.
"It was those bloody bastards we saw earlier. They must've taken the twins. When I get my hands on them, they'll wish they never crossed me," England sneered with murderous aura.
"Now, Now, I can't let you have all the fun. I want to torture them as well. This lesson will show them to never steal from us," France coldly stated with equal murderous intent.
Storming out of the room, England and France grabbed their coats and bundled themselves up. Before leaving, England went to small storage area within the house. Opening a chest, England grabbed two rifles. Walking back to the entrance, England threw one to France. They made sure the guns were loaded. They were going hunting. The nations left the house as soon as they were ready and followed the trail of the kidnappers.
The wind blew the snow into their faces, the cold numbing their skin but it didn't matter, their children were missing. The foot prints were easily spotted from the twins' bedroom window. Anyone who didn't know the forest would have easily gotten confused and lost. The weaving in and out of the trees, quietly running, stalking their prey, England and France continued through the forest looking for their targets.
Their breath shown like morning fog, the cold seeped inside of their gloves, slightly numbing their fingers as the held their guns with an iron grip. The trail was becoming less visible as the snow began to fall heavier. As England and France went farther into the woods, they heard footsteps. This caused them to slow down form their run, stalking their prey silently as a wolf.
Hiding behind a few bushes and trees, the older nations peeked out to see if it was their prey. As they looked, they realize that the men they were following were nothing more than young boys, the oldest probably no older than fifteen. They each carried a bundle in their arms, their loud voices broke the calm and quietness of the forest.
"Aaron, I don't think we should have stolen from that house back there."
"Don't tell me your feeling guilty, Tom. We're just taking what they wouldn't notice go missing," Aaron told the other slightly annoyed.
The statement of their children not being important enough to be noticed missing, sent England's anger to rise.
"How dare those boys say our children are unimportant!" England whispered harshly.
"Angleterre, I despise what they said about our children, but we can't kill them." France whispers calmly.
"Fine, but we should give them a good scare to show them to never mess with us."
France looked towards England before giving him a smirk in agreement. They get into position, England goes and cuts off the pathway from the front while France stays in the current hiding spot.
Aiming near the unsuspecting boys, they fire. The loud noise of gunfire coming from different directions is enough for the boys to try and dodge the invisible bullets. They keep their bundles close. Fear is shown throughout their entire body, dancing around a game of chance. The noise echoes throughout the forest.
The few rounds that were going off, lasted about ten minutes which during that time the young boys had curled down on the ground. They held their ears trying to block out the noise of gunfire. Suddenly, it became quiet. Too quiet. When nothing happened for a few minutes, the two boys slowly opened their eyes to peek around at their surroundings.
The snow had dampened their clothes while lying on the forest ground. They looked around until two pairs of boots were standing in their line of vision. They followed the boots all the way up until they saw the two nations' faces. Their murderous and scary faces, made the young boys tremble in fear.
England looked hard at the boys, his pirate aura surrounding him. France still wore a blank expression but his eyes held no mercy.
Gulping, Aaron stuttered, "W-what's g-going on? W-why w-were y-you sho-ooting at us?" The other boy quickly nodded in agreement, afraid that his voice wouldn't work right. The nations watch the boys tremble in fear from their glares.
"You have stolen from us. We decided to show you what the consequences are when that happens. You both are fortunate. Had you two been much older, you would be dead," England stated, his face gave nothing away except malice.
Seeing the looks of the older men in front, Tom spoke up. "B-but w-we o-only took some b-blankets and t-toys. W-we t-thought t-that no one w-would m-miss t-them. Ho-nest!" Tears were threatening to fall, eyes showing honesty hoping that the older men would believe him.
England and France were quite surprised at the younger boy's statement. Narrowing his eyes, England's voice was stern, while looking at the trembling boys on the ground. "Show us."
"Huh?" both question.
"Show us what you have stolen," France sternly tells them.
Not wanting to anger the men anymore, Aaron and Tom quickly release the bundles in their arms. The toys fall out as the blankets are thrown to the ground. England and France were looking at only blocks, a few stuffed animals, and other toys that had been taken from the twins' room. But no sign of the twins.
"Tell me, did you see any children in that room you took these from?" France looks intensely at them.
"No, when we went inside, a bassinet was already tipped over, with blankets thrown everywhere. We just opened the window!" Aaron is quick to defend themselves.
Silence follows soon after, making them uncomfortable. England and France are having a silent conservation with secret signals.
It seems they do not have the twins. What do you think France?
I agree. For now we should let them go.
Giving a quick nod to each other they turn to the boys.
"Alright, we have come to the conclusion that you have not taken anything of major importance from us… But, next time you steal from someone else, you may not be so lucky like you have been this time. Keep that in mind." England's sharp with authority cuts deep into the boys' minds. Both boys nod their head vigorously wanting to not be in any more trouble than they were already in.
"Good. Now you better get home." Arthur says.
Like rabbits running from dogs, the two boys quickly leave with their treasure. The nations watched the boys leave as fast as they could. They stood looking at the spot that was once occupied.
"Cher, we should head back. We still need to look for the twins."
"Alright."
Quickly as they came, England and France left the forest back towards their home. Minutes later, the house came into view. The snow falling heavier and faster than it had before. Quickly opening the door, they raced inside, shed their coats and searched through every place notable to hide small children.
"America! Canada! Where are you two?" England calls out.
"Mon petites, Papa is looking for you! Where are you hiding?"
Soon the reached the guest room far back into the house. When they opened the door, England and France had noticed a few blankets thrown to the floor. Each gave a quick glance to each other and began looking everywhere in the room. France decided to check the wardrobe while Arthur checked under the bed.
When he opened the doors, he met with a very cute scene of the sleeping twins. Quietly he turned to get the other nation's attention.
"Mon lapin, I have found them."
Faster than thought possible, England turns from looking under the bed to walk over to the location of the twins. The sleeping twins cuddling close to each other, wrapped in a cocoon-like bed, gave England a sense of relief. They were safe and sound. The older nations continue to stare at their colonies for a few more minutes until they decide to bring their recreational activities into the room.
An hour passed before the twins started to stir.
Blinking his blue eyes, America rubbed his eyes to remove the sleep and yawned loudly, followed by a yawn from Canada. England and France chuckled causing the twins to turn their heads to the older nations.
"Dad? Papa?" America curiously asked.
"Qui, it is us, mon petit," France cooed to the American.
"How did you know where we were?" Canada asked perplexed.
The older nations shared a knowing look before gazing lovingly at America and Canada.
"Well poppets, we have our ways, but next time, why don't you tell us that you will be sleeping somewhere else. You two gave us a bloody heart attack when we couldn't find you."
America and Canada blushed slightly while nervously looking at their guardians.
"We're sowwy." They chorus.
Soon the older nations scoop them up, hugging them tightly, afraid that they would disappear. The small peaceful moment was interrupted by two small grumbling noises. The twins grabbed their stomachs in hunger.
"Ah. You two must be starving. Do not fret, mon petites, Papa will make you the most delicious snack ever!" Francis exclaimed.
Handing Canada over to England, France left for the kitchen. England held the two boys closely.
"Alright boys, let's go to the dining room so you can enjoy your food."
"Yay!"
The three of them laughed happily, exiting the room to head to the dining room.
Now the game has ended, and the family is back together enjoying their time in the peaceful atmosphere of the house.
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Until next chapter!