"That should do it." America said, shutting the trunk of the cab. "Thanks for doing that, you didn't have to you know." Arthur replied sheepishly. Alfred scratched the back of his head. "I know, but it was the le-"
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The American was cut off by a loud beep of the car horn. "HEY YOU TWO BREAK IT UP, I'M ON A TIME SCHEDULE!" The cab driver spat back. "Hey WATCH IT-" "Alfred, it's alright, I best be going anyways or I might really be late for my flight." Hurt for the third time this night, Alfred tried his best to be understanding. "Yeah, I guess so...." He grumbled before planting a kiss on Arthur's lips.
"Hey, see you soon." He said lulling away, a sad smile was drawn on his face.
"You too." England replied, getting in the car.
As Alfred watched his love drive off, he told himself it would be fine, but still he felt that something was off.
Sighing once again, he shut the door.
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"Ahh, sorry for holding you up!" The Brit said, climbing in the back of the car.
"Yeah, yeah, where too?" Sneered the cabbie, obviously annoyed with the current situation. "The airport. "
The driver nodded, and both of them sat back in silence, the drive shouldn't be that long. Arthur passed his time by looking out the window, tapping his fingers lightly against his knee.
All was going well until he noticed the car took a wrong turn he leaned forward in his seat. "Hey, you took the wrong turn back there!" He shouted angrily. "The airport was the other way?!"
"Who said we were going to the airport?"
The familiar voice spoke, and it startled the blonde man.
Arthur turned his head, "What do you mean, AND What the bloody fuck are you doing here, Italy?!" The Italian smiled, his figure almost completely covered in black, blending in almost entirely with the shadows. "I came here to pick you up, Ve~" he said with a little 'reassuring' smile that put the English man less at ease. "TURN THE DAMNED CAB AROUND! I need to go to a meeting!" He shouted, trying to make Italy resume his usual quivering self.
A soft smile tugged at the Italian nations lips, "I don't think so." Arthur was taken back by the words, unable to figure out what the man meant. "What do you mean? And once my boss finds out your the one who made me late, your going to be in a world of hurt!" The Brit angrily spat back, put off by the sudden change of his voice. "Late, late to what?" The passing lights showed the mock innocence in his eyes. Arthur was about to respond when he continued speaking. "Ah, you mean your meeting in London? There was no such thing. It's a fake." A slight grin replaced the smile. "My idea!" He held his hands up in an out of place 'I surrender' feel, his smile only ever grew wider.
Arthur grew wide eyed, then even more aggravated. "Yeah right, now I know you aren't one to pull people's legs. Turn the damn cab around!" His nails dug into his palms, clenching his hands out of the unique frustration he was feeling.
"Tsk, tsk. I hoped you would come quietly, I do hate shouting." Feliciano Sighed, resting his head in his hand.
England was angry now, the Italian man was annoyed with him, when he was the one subjected to this awful game.
"I've had enough of this. This isn't funny anymore. I'm calling America!" He grabbed his phone and was about to dial the familiar numbers, but a gleam caught his eye. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." His voice took a sudden darker sound, one that chilled you to the bone. In the light of the passing street lamps you could see the gleam of the gun. Arthur gulped, suddenly fearing for his life and the life within him.
"Yes, that's better. Now, do exactly what I say, and no one gets hurt, hmmm?"
Feliciano's smile grew wider, his eyes taking on a menacing look. "Now, hand me your phone." Arthur did as told, not wanting to endanger himself anymore.
Feliciano glanced to the side, still pointing the gun at Arthur. "Ve~look, were here!" Looking out the window Arthur could barely make out the shape of a pitch black plane.
The car slowly parked, two armed men were now visible, both had black masks that blocked their featured from sight.
One of the men came around the car and opened the door, with a waving motion of his gun, Feliciano motioned for England to get out of the car.
Arthur was afraid, very afraid.
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ITALY AND GERMANY
A soft light trickled in through the window by the bed, letting a particular ray of light fall on the sleeping German.
Germany groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. By the weight in the bed he could tell that Italy was still sleeping. Looking to his side, the Italian man was indeed there, curled up with a pillow, the soft smile present on his face. He smiled, ever so happy to wake up to that sight, it had been something long ago he would have seemed a dream, but now a lovely reality.
He would have loved to remain in this moment, but he needed a shower before the meeting that was going to be later today. Grumbling to himself he pulled the covers off, standing up he felt a sudden headache. Sitting back down he rubbed his temples, attempting to alleviate the pain, to no avail. Sighing he stood up once more and headed toward the shower. Careful not to waken his lover.
The tile floor was cold on his feet, and he hastily turned on the water, not wanting to be on the tile floor any longer.
With the steam clouding the glass doors of the shower, he it was time to get in. Letting the water hit his face helped a little clear the headache that had affected him since the morning.
He looked around for a moment, attempting to find the complementary shampoo. With a slight 'click' followed by a splashing sound, he realized Feli was awake. "Good moring Ludwig!" He cooed, hugging Ludwig around the middle. "Ja, Good morning Feli."
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أدب الهواةThere's a nation kidnapper going around stealing our favorite countries, the world is in chaos unable to find the kidnapper and their hide out. World meetings tend to get more and more frustrating as the members slowly begin to dwindle. Anger and te...
