France - Paris [[Hetalia]]

A Small Hope (Part II)

"Paris!" France yelled at the top of his voice. The world meeting was over, he had returned home but Paris wasn't there. At first, he thought that Paris was just being his normal playful self and he was just playing some Hide n' Seek.

"Come on Paris, this isn't funny anymore! Come out, wherever you are!" France yelled again, after he had search for him inside the whole house. "Paris! Alright, You better be out before I count to 3, or else you'll be in huge trouble young man!" France yelled. "1...2.." "Don't make me say 3!" He yelled. "Okay, Paris this is your last cha-" He stopped when he noticed that the back door was open. "Oh no... no.. NO!" France yelled feeling his concern growing bigger and bigger.

After some minutes starring at the open door, he cast out running. "PARIS! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He yelled loudly as he was running. "PARIS!.." He yelled again tiredly. "Paris...Please.." He whispered as he was tearing. He kept running as fast as he could.

"Hey Big Brother France!!!" A new voice yelled. France turned around and saw..

"Italy?.." France said.

"Hey, what's up? Why you seem so upset?" Italy asked him.

"I can't find Paris!" France said as he was rubbing his forehead, trying to hide his concern.

"Aww, Is he lost??" Italy asked with a sad face.

"Oui.. I can't find him and I'm so worried.." France responded. After some seconds of silence, Italy's eyes got wide open and he started screaming.

"FRAAAANCE!!!! WHAT IF ALIENS KIDNAPPED HIM??!! THIS IS SCARY I'M SCARED!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!" Italy screamed and started running around France in circles.

"Italy, If you're here to fool around and act silly, then go to Germany! I have a serious problem so, please respect that!!" France yelled in rage.

"F-France...?" Italy mumbled kinda scared. France sighed.

"I'm sorry Italy.. I didn't mean to yell..I'm just worried and sad.." He responded.

"I understand... There's anything I can do to help?." Italy asked.

"Help me find him.." France said and kept walking. After several minutes of searching, Italy was getting really tired.

"France..? Can we stop, I'm too tired.." Italy said and sat down.

"No, until I find Paris.." France responded. Italy sighed and kept walking. Suddenly France gasped and ran ahead.

"France! Where are you going!?" Italy yelled and ran after him. France bended down on the ground and picked up a small brown belt.

"This..This is Paris's belt!" He yelled.

"He was here!" Italy yelled too, and ran towards him.

"...But where's he now? Why is his belt here?.. What if something happenened?!" France whispered and covered his mouth, as he was tearing.

"France! No, don't cry, please!" Italy said and touched his shoulder.

"I can't Italy! I can't not cry, knowing that Paris, might be in danger! I would die, If I lose him!" France yelled while tearing more. Italy sighed and looked down.

"I promise France, that I'll help you as mu-"

"Shh! I'm hearing something!" France said and listened closely. They could hear a soft cry coming from the bushes.

"Come on Italy!" He said and ran towards the bushes. There, he saw Paris, on the ground, bleeding a lot and crying, and Britain breathing heavy and looking at him.

"...P-Paris..." France was shocked. Completely lost. He looked at Paris.. Then at Britain.

"F-France?!" Italy asked in fear. France stormed at Britain and punched his jaw so hard, making him fall on the ground. Italy tried to stop him, but France pushed him back.

"MOVE!" He yelled and punched Britain again, this time harder.

"France!! Stop! What are you doing?!" Italy yelled panicked. France didn't respond. He just kept punching Britain again and again.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, TO MY LITTLE PARIS?!" France yelled again, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"ANSWER ME!!" He yelled louder and shaked Britain hard.

"...He.. "

"WHAT!? WHAT IS IT!?" France yelled.

"France... He won't answer you.. Can't you see?.. He's hurt.." Italy said and bended down.

"... What do you wanna point out Italy...?"

"We have to take care of him. Until he feels better. After that, you can make him give you the answers you want."

"....I guess you're right..." France mumbled and stared at Britain. He looked at Paris, he lifted him up and held him close to his chest gently. Paris was still crying softly and shaking.

"...There there Adrie.... I'm here..." France said and rubbed his back gently, slightly rocking him back and forth. Paris burried his face against France's neck, and let out a sobbing sound again, before he got drifted almost immediately into sleep.

"Here Italy.. Please hold Paris until we get home. I have to carry Britain." France said and gently gave Paris to Italy. Then, he bended down and lifted Britain up, and started walking with him in his arms. Soon they were heading to France's home. France opened the door and, almost threw, Britain on the couch. Then, he turned to Italy and took Paris in his own arms.

"Italy, can you do me a favor? There are some bandages in the bathroom. Could you please bring me one?"

"Sure.." Italy responded and walked to the bathroom. He opened a small closet that was there, and quickly got out a bandage. Then, he walked out and made his way back to the living room, where France was.

"Here!" He said and handed the bandage to him.

"Merci, Italy." France said and really gently took off Paris's grey shirt and wrapped the bandage around his injured chest.

"..There.. That will help you for now little buddy.." He whispered and kissed gently his forehead.

"I still can't understand how Britain did this.." Italy said while wrapping a bandage around Britain's arm. "He is not like that.."

"..Indeed. He might be the biggest asshole I've ever met, but he would never injure someone like that. Especially a child." France said and rocked Paris a bit. He suddenly noticed that Paris's face was more pale than the usual.

"..Pale.. It must be from the blood loss..." He mumbled and held Paris closer to him, careful not to squeez his injured chest.

"Do you think we should get a doctor?" Italy asked France.

".. I think we should wait and see, If they are getting better themselves then we don't need a doctor. If we see that they are getting worst, we will go to one." France responded.

"Alright.. Then we will wait."