The New Ruler And Him

a welcoming, welcome

No one's POV

The birds chirped, the breeze hummed, and the sound of screaming. Wait. Screaming?

"He's goneee!" Spanish Empire wined.

"Oh don't worry. I bet he just went out for a stroll or something." France tried comforting. So what's going on? Who is gone? Well when they woke up, they noticed Britain seemed to be missing. A little trail of riped fabric was leading to the woods that surrounded them. The pirate then came back from that direction. "Ok so, i could tell were he was going by the fabric and dented bushes. Its a little far so we should pack up and go together."

The Spaniard's eyes lit up for a moment before realizing the news were far from what he wanted. He sighed before he started to pack up his stuff.

France watch the sad man in pity. She knew they have a sort of a friendship, but not this much. As soon as they find him, the sooner they get the old Spanish Empire back.

Time skip~

They've been following the trail for a while now and still no signs of UK. "Ughhh how far did this Brit go!?" The Spaniard whined. "At least a little more ahead." Pirate answered as he continued, "... Well that's strange..." "What?" The French women questioned. "There seems to be a second person with him from the smaller footsteps. See?" He pointed at the ground to show another pair of footsteps.

"Oh wow. Do you think he might of got kidnapped- well, i guess it would be the opposite." They looked small, maybe a child.

"Oh no! ¡Fue secuestrado por niños pequeños! (he got kidnapped by tiny children!)" The male behind them screamed.

"Most likely." The pirate said calmly as he continued to make his way through the woods. France followed behind him after a little thinking. Spanish Empire sat there, eyes darting to every little sound. He then reached underneath his shirt to find a beaded necklace with a cross at the end. Holding it up, he then followed the French duo.

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In a different area's POV

"There..." A male said as he pointed to a trio walking infront of them, only at least 15 or more yards away from them. "You were right..." Another male responded. "Of course i was right. You guys just need to listen to me more." The second one scoffed at the first males statement.

The second one spoke up again. "Alright, Seminole i need you to go at least warn the others." The first male protested. "There's no way I'm not going to kill them! Plus, look! There's a Spaniard!" He quietly yelled. "No. Now go." "But Hopi-" the first male, or Seminole was interrupted. "Go I'll keep a eye on them." He finally gave in, and nodded to his older brother then went along.

"Their looking for their friend..."

Back to the others POV

This is bad. The things that were left behind for tracking down the Brit were coming to a stop. "Hmm, i think if we keep on going the direction then we might find him." Captain said, getting up from inspecting. "Got it." France agreed.

The three walked for a while. Still no signs of him yet. Minutes, hours pasted by. Until...

"Look! Is that... Fire?" The Spaniard pointed to the sky. There did seem to be smoke rising from the left. They gave each other a look before Sprinting to the location.

Once they made it, they hid behind a couple bushes. It was a small civilization. Huts were on the sides as children played, the olders talked with one and the other or did chores. Some were covered in wool from animals and other fabrics.

"The natives..." France whispered.

"niños... (Children...)"

"Do you think they took him?" Captain also said in a quiet tone. "Most likely." She then continued, "we need to continue. What if he is here."