Hey! Its fluffnights! This chapter returns back with England and the others. It includes some language and DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE
(last bit of this POV down below)
"Mrs. Jackson? We have a case of a missing child who is potentially in the hotel." She glanced over, "What did he look like?" England was the first to respond, repeating what he said earlier. The womans eyes widened. "H-he just ran out the door! I tried to stop him but he was already gone!" "WHAT?!" The other nations looked at Canada in complete shock. Never was he ever this loud over anything. The woman even shrunk a little, "H-he ran out sir, he ran into the people outside before i could catch him." Canada shrunk back after his little outburst, back to nearly invisible and his face redder than a stop sign. "Which way did he go?" Russia asked since France and England were still fairly shocked. "T-to the le-left, sir." The receptionist shrunk more at the tall man. Russia nodded a thanks and started too the door, everyone following after a second. They started working their way down the left, ignoring the strange looks they got. As they shouted "Alfred! Where are you!" And asked people if they had seen the boy they didn't notice a figure walking by with a boy matching that exact description, or when he shouted back "Here I am!", or even when the man covered his mouth and buried him deeper in his suit jacket.
They yelled and shouted for a good fifteen minutes before they reluctantly went back inside. There they sat in the lounge, just about in shock with what had happened. It took a moment for England to remember Germany's words. "We will call each other should we find him, understand?" England pulled out his phone and dialed Germany's number. It was barely a full ring before the harsh voice answered. "Yes? Did you find him?" England cleared his throat before sighing. "Almost. The receptionist said she saw him running outside and tried to catch him. We went outside to look for him but we couldn't find him. Not even a trace." There was the sound of German cursing and England could easily picture the man pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Okay. We will meet you down at the receptionist's desk." Then the phone clicked off into a few beeps. England looked over to the others. "Germany will be here soon." That got a few head nods. "Dieu merci. He will get a handle on the situation." France sighed. He could see the worry in England's eyes. They might fight a lot but he still cared about the younger man. Before long Germany and his group stepped off the elevator and joined the others.
Germany walked over to them, his group following close behind. "You said he ran out the door, correct?" England nodded. "The receptionist said he was out the door before she could catch him. She already contacted the police." The German nodded. "Good. When will they be able to begin searches?" England paused. "Uhm, I'm not sure for America. Ma'am?" He looked over to the receptionist. "Yes sir?" She looked over. "How long until police will begin searching?" She paused, thinking for a second before answering him. "After twenty four hours police consider a child missing and will begin searching for them." He nodded, "Alright. Thank you. Well, you have your answer now." England looked back to the German. He sighed, "Ja, I suppose we do." He looked around at the remaining members of the G8 and ran a hand through his gelled back hair. "Well. I can't think of anything to do but return to our rooms for today and resume searching tomorrow." He went over to the elevators and hit up, stepping in first and being followed by the others. He hit their floor and the doors slid closed.
The elevator ride was dead silent, everyone caught up in their own thoughts. It was barely noticed as the doors reopened on their floor with a chipper ding. They filed off the elevator, disappearing to their rooms with their roommate. As they slipped away there was a couple "Guten nacht.", and "bonnuit." And "Good night." and the same in a few other languages that were too soft to hear. There were none of the normal spats as roommates decided on who showered first. Just silence only broken by the soft sound of water. Soon the showers where over and everyone was in their seperate beds. There was still no fights even on deciding the beds. Everyone was still so in shock that this could happen to one of them. A nation. And in the nation's own nation too. Plus, what had caused America to shrink so suddenly? That hadn't happened before like that. Sure, England had shrunk them once or twice but it was never out of the blue. Eventually thoughts about what had happened had drifted away into the blackness of sleep and dreams and nightmares about what could be happening to the child nation that knew nothing of this high tech world.
Heyy! Fluffnights here! I am SOOOOOO Sorry! I took way too long to update this. I was having a hard time with inspiration for their POV. The next POV will be America again. It'll be longer, better, and coming out sooner. Also, if you cant figure out what something is from America POV PM me or comment. I have no problems telling what it is, cause i know that's probably hard to figure out.
~Fluffnights