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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 were over and everyone was in their separate 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.
The next morning rolled around far faster than anyone thought it would. Everyone was in the conference room by eight o'clock, no one quite having the stomach for breakfast. When they were all inside Germany was the first to speak up. "We still have a day until the police will be helping us in our search. France, England, one of you needs to switch to our team. If America only has the memory of colonial times we need someone who he is more familiar with than Italy so he will trust us. You did babysit him, correct France?" The shorter blond nodded. "Oui, I watched le petit garçon* many of times." Germany nodded. "Alright. You shall join our group." France squeezed Canada's shoulder before slipping to the other group. After that was over Germany spoke up again. "We shall split up. My group will search down the left sight, England, your group will search down the right side of the sidewalk. Okay?" England nodded. "Alright then Germany. And perhaps we should split each group up into two. So then there are two people on either side of the road and he won't be missed if he is on the other side. Well, besides Russia but I'm certain he can take care of himself over there."
Germany nodded, "Ja, That it a good idea. And remember that if you find him let the other group know so we can meet up at the hotel again, and use human names. Everyone understand?" All heads bobbed up and down for a second. He nodded back to them, "Alright. We should go.", before leading the way out. They all went down to the elevator, sticking together until they were at the door that would take them outside to the chaos. Germany led his group down the left, while England and their group headed to the right. England led them to a slightly less crowded place. "Okay, Ivan, YOu go on this side of the road and search, Mathieu and I will search the other side." Russia nodded, "Da, I will start now then." England nodded and moved on as he and Canada got a crosswalk and waited for their signal to go.
They jogged across when they got their light, getting to the otherside fairly quickly. One they got over to it Canada looked over at England. "Uhm, Arthur?" "Yes, lad?" He glanced over, one eyebrow slightly lifted. "Do you think Alfred is okay?" The older man stopped for a second to look the younger in the eye seriously. "Mathiew. Alfred will be okay. He's a strong lad, even when he was a young poppet. Before I took care of you I have a very vivid memory of him, barely two years old in physical state, picking up and swinging a full grown buffalo with ease. If he doesnt want something to happen, it's not going to happen. Your brother will be just fine. Trust me." Canada smiled, seeming a little calmer now. "Okay, if you're sure." England nodded, hugging Canada briefly then squeezing his shoulder. "Now let's get looking, okay?" He nodded, starting to ask around and look down every alley for the boy like Russia across the street had been for a while.
"Okay, veneziano and I will take the other side. Kiku and Francis you take this side." Germany instructed once the groups had split. France and Japan nodded. "Hai Ludwig-san. We will get started right away." The strict blonde nodded, taking Italy's hand when they walked across the street after the brunette refused to cross without it. France watched them for a second before looking at his black haired companion. "We should start looking, non?" "We should, Francis-san." THe blonde nodded and started searching like the others. After close to an hour out walking France noticed something. Down the alley was a blond boy with a strand of hair like America and a similar hair color and complexion. He was dressed far differently and he had a stick stuck in his back just deep enough to need first aid. France gently shook the boy. "Bonjour? Petit garçon?*" France shook him gently. He snapped awake suddenly, wide blue eyes panicked before he realized who it was. "U-uncle Fwancis!
Arms were around his neck as fast as they could go, and after a second the sound of quiet crying could be heard. France stood up, carefully picking the child up with him. "Shh, shh, Uncle Francis is here now." He soothed, gently stroking the part of his back that didn't have a stick. He walked back out to find Japan. "Kiku! I have him! He was in this alley over here!" The smaller man looked up, "Ah, I shall call Ludwig-san." France nodded, watching him pull out his phone from his pocket before returning his attention to the crying boy in his arms. "It's okay, Alfred. It's okay. Uncle Francis is here, and we're going to take you back to Arthur. And we're gonna get you back to the hotel and get you cleaned up. Okay?" America nodded, still crying. Germany and Italy got over to the two. "Good job Francis. I'll call Arthur." Germany pulled his phone out as he said it. England picked up quickly at the call. "Ludwig? Have you found him?" "Yes, we have him and we are heading back to the hotel now." There was a sharp intake of air on England's side of the phone. "We will be there soon." Then the phone hung up. Germany looked back to the four around him. "Alright, We need to start heading back."
The five started to the hotel, the only sounds among them was France soothing the child. Eventually America sat up in France's arms, still sniffling. His cheeks were bright red and had tear stains on them. There was a couple scratches that had tiny scabs on them. "U-uncle F-Fwancis?" "Oui, mon lapin?" "M-my back hu-hurts! I-it did-didn't when I f-fell bu-but now it hu-hurts a l-lot!" France kissed his cheek. "I know. You have a bad boo-boo. Where did you fall?" The boy sniffled as a few fresh tears started again. "Fr-from a we-weird b-building wi-with mag-magic lanterns a-and and a m-magic bath and w-weird thingies th-that had water and a-a T V th-that played it-it's dreams and a-a c...cooch and we-weird foods and-an-" France shushed him. "Calm down okay, and are you sure it was a cooch? What did it look like?" "A b-bun-bunch of chairs!" He hid his face in France's shoulder again. "Sweetie, that's called a couch. Not cooch. Cooch is a bad word okay?" "O-okay.." France sighed, "so when you fell where did you land?" "In a b-bush."
That caused a wince throughout the group. Right now he couldn't be more than four or five human years, and he fell out of a building, into a bush, and had walked alone for who know how long. "How did you fall?" France asked gently, eyeing the stick still stuck. At least talking had taken the kids mind off the injury. "I-I ha-had go-gone out the w-window and was cl-climbing on the bwi-bwicks. It-it was windy and sc-scawy." "I bet. We'll be back to Arthur in a little bit." "Really?" America brightened a little. "Uh hu. Then big brother Arthur will take care of you and we can make the pain go away. So where did you go?" America rubbed his cheeks. "With mistew etiewwe. He was nice. But he wouldn't let me go back to big bwother.""Oh, that's so sad." France kissed his cheek. The we're nearing the hotel much faster now that they were moving at a quick pace. France kept the boy talking till they got back to the hotel. England was already pacing around in the hotel lobby, looking up when the door opened. Before he could say a word there was a shrill shriek of "BWOTHEW!" And America was wriggling to get on the floor and over to the other man. France put him down and he ran over to the other blonde who crouched down to catch him. America crashed into him, knocking England down.
It was clear none of the countries missed the stick stuck in the child with the way the winced. "Bwothew bwothew I missed you I missed you a whole bunch!" America squeezed England tight, just about crushing the man. "Al-Alfred- please lighten up!" The energetic boy let go and cheerily sat in his lap, all thoughts about pain gone for the moment. England smiled. "Hello lad. I missed you too." He gently pulled him back into a hug, mouthing at France to call America's president. The other blond nodded and stepped out with his phone to do it. "So, where did you go poppet?" England asked gently. "I went with mistew Etiewwe!" "Do you know what his first name was?" The younger of the two paused, clearly trying to remember. "A..Alexandew?" England smiled. "Alright then. Thank you poppet. Are you hungry?" America paused before nodding cheerily. England smiled and got up, "Okay, let's get you a snack. What would you like to eat?" "Your scones!"
Every nation looked shocked, even France looked up from where he was in the corner with the phone with a look of terror on his face. England was oblivious. "Alright! I have some with me! Let's go shall we?" America nodded and hugged around England's neck as they went to the elevator. The two disappeared as the doors slid shut and the nations left still just seemed shocked. Had AMERICA just asking for ENGLAND'S cooking?! Englands?! With the living breathing nations of Italy, France, Japan, and Germany all there. And he just asked for cooking from a man who once (twice) set a bowl of cereal on fire. They were all stuck in shock until France broke their silence. "His president said he will take care of the police and that we should go down to America's house in virginia so we can meet up with his doctor to take care of the stick and all his injuries so we won't be questioned by the normal hospital workers." The other countries still seemed lost at the request for scones but now where at least attempting to move on.
They all moved to the elevator, going up to their rooms and packing their bags. Before packing his bag France stopped by England's room, peeking in to see the two drinking tea and eating scones. Surprisingly enough, America seemed content to do just that. "Angleterre, We will be going to his house in Virginia so his doctor that knows he is a nation can see him without asking questions of the normal medical staff. Get packed." England looked up. "Alright. And, I'm thinking we should cut this stick down a little so it's less of a burden for traveling." France nodded. "Alright. Just be careful. I'm going to pack." The green eyed man waved him goodbye, starting to pack his own bag while looking for scissors or a knife.
He found a pair of scissors soon enough and set them on the table, packing his back before turning to the little boy still eating. "I need you to sit on the table for me, alright?" America smiled. "Alright big bwothew!, before clambering up. England pushed him to be laying on his stomach. "Now hold real still okay?" America nodded cheerily. The older blonde sighed and slowly began cutting the stick a little away from the base. It took a bit of cutting but the stick cam off. England picked the child up and went to get his bag. "Alright. We're ready to go now."
Soon the countries were all in the lobby, Japan checking them out and Germany making sure everyone, especially Italy, hadn't forgotten anything. After their room was paid for with America's credit card they were on their way. They car pooled into two few cars, leaving the others in a car garage, Canada was driving one car and Germany the other. After a little spat over who was in each car, the eight hour drive to their location.
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*Mon petit garçon = my little boy
** Mon Lapin = My bunny
These are my personal translations *I take french*
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