White and Red

Chapter 3, The Trolls Plus

Once Arthur was home, he almost instantaneously found himself going to his library to retrieve a book that'd hopefully tell him where to find mountain trolls, and what mountains he should look around.

"Mountain trolls...mountain trolls..." the Englishman mumbled to himself as he flipped through the pages of the old book, only to find no results. "Ugh. This is hopeless, how am I supposed to know where I'm going when I don't know where the bloody hell these trolls are?" Arthur groaned as he tossed his book aside, only to hear a yelp as he did so.

"OI! Watch it..." a voice groaned as a certain ginger sat up from the other side of the room, the book in one hand and his head in the other.

"Oh-! My bad Sean, I didn't notice you were in here." Arthur apologized as he got up and helped his brother up.

"I could tell, I was taking a nap on the floor...What are you doing anyways?" Sean asked, a confused look on his face as he glanced down at the book that was thrown, which happened to be a book on Scottish folklore and mythology. "Alastor's myths? What the heck are YOU looking for in this, the blue men of the minch? Would have thought you'd out grown that crush by now, eh Artie?" the Irishman chuckled as he handed Arthur the book back.

"No actually." Arthur huffed as he set the book aside. "I'm looking for mountain trolls. Do you think you know where I'd find them?"

"Mountain trolls?? Artie, what the hell? What do you want to find those bloody bastards for?" Seamus asked, giving his brother a puzzled look.

"Well. See, I've heard some tales that a dragon is being held by the trolls, and I really want to find it, because apparently it's wanting to come home to me, so um...yeah." Arthur shrugged, crossing his arms as he looked at his brother.

"Well you need to the lands in Scandinavia, and you KNOW how Alastor and Dylan feels about them. Those two have been grudging against them since they were little." Sean sighed, shaking his head.

"Well I'm not Alastor, and I'm not Dylan. I'm Britain, and I want to find my dragon. So can you tell me where in Scandinavia they'd be or not?" the Englishman questioned as his brother began to think hard.

"I don't remember his name, but he who wears a plus on his head is the one who communicates with the trolls of the Nords." Sean nodded before turning to take his leave. "Oh, and Arthur? Be careful out there."

And with that, the Irishman left the Englishman alone with his thoughts and his book, which was now being held close to his chest.

"Right then. Guess I have a flight to catch." Arthur sighed as he pulled out his phone, and began to look into flights do Sweden, seeing as Sweden was least likely to question why he was there. As the Englishman made his way down the hall to his room to get ready for his trip, he suddenly bumped into someone who had finally gotten out from his bed.

"Oh~! Pardon moi, I didn't think I'd run into you mon cher. I was just about to go see if your brother was in his room." a very certain frog grinned as he leaned up against the wall.

"Oh god. Frog, now is not the time, I'm in a rush and I don't have the energy to deal with your nonsense. Now move out the way so I can get ready t-"

"Do you know what type of whiskey your brother likes, Angleterre? Écosse I mean, what whiskey does he like?" France suddenly asked, cutting Arthur off.

"Oh, I- well. He's not picky, but he's got a preference for the GlenDronach, and the Balvenie, but why do you ask, frog?" Arthur scoffed, glaring up at the Frenchman, who simply smiled at him innocently.

"Par amour mon ange, par amour. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go get some Balvenie." France chuckled as he moved past the now very confused Englishman and down the hall to find Alastor.