EXPECTATIONS

Chapter 8

The meeting today was going to be hectic. Perfect, and precisely the way he wanted. It had been three days since the kidnapping of Yao, who should have arrived at the base yesterday, and Feliciano prayed that he was kept under sedation, he wanted more than to be anything to be there when the other nation woke. But he needed to get away to do that, at least for the next two days.

The brunette kept his usual smile walking with Germany, adding just a touch of discomfort to it.

"Ve~ Germany, I feel a little funny." The lie slipped easily through his teeth. "Funny? Funny how?" Ludwig questioned, a worried expression sneaking its way onto his featured. "Funny like not good funny..." He trailed off, leaning a little bit closer to the worried blonde. "Do you vant to go back to ze hotel?" Feli shook his head, drawing the German further into the lie. "I want to stay with you, Ve~" he smiled a little wider, the discomfort still evident on his face.

The hallway journey drew to a stop when the doors to the meeting room came into reach. Ludwig opened them, revealing the chaos Feliciano had hoped for. The Russian was arguing with the American, and the other nations were getting dragged in as well. Prussia could already be seen on the side, Kiku and Matthew attempting to stop his bloody nose.

"VHAT IS GOIN ON?!?" Ludwig demanded an answer. "THE AMERIKAN KIDNAPPED YAO!" Russia shouted, proceeding grab Alfred by the collar. "I DID NOT YOU ASSHOLE COMIE, IF I KNEW THE BASTARD WHO STOLE EM' ID BEAT HIS BRAINS OUT FOR INFO ON ARTHUR!" America ripping Ivan's fist off of his shirt. "REALLY? THEN WHY DON'T WE, ARTHUR'S PROBABLY IN ON IT TOO." Ivan drew his pipe out of his coat. "I DIDN'T KIDDNAP HIM YOU DAMN COMMIE! YOU PROBABLY DID WITH YOUR SICK MIND. CAPTURED HIM AND ARTIE!" He shouted, the room fell silent with the appearance of the gun.

"Oi, Alfie, calm down. There's no need to bring that out!" Mathieu tried to reason with his brother, stepping closer to the two men. "Okay, WE DON'T KNOW who kidnapped Yao or Arthur, but it couldn't have been Alfred, he was with me and Gilbert last night." The American put the gun back, and was about to retort when, Kiku spoke. "AND it couldn't have been IVAN-san because he and Yao-San were with Greece-San and I." Greece nodded, wanting to stay relatively out of the conversation.

Ludwig felt a tugging sensation at his arm, "Feli,vhat is it?" "I, I don't feel so good..." Feliciano clutched his stomach, holding onto Ludwig's sleeve. "Italy! You okay dude, you look kinda green?" Alfred noticed, the next thing Ludwig knew was the weight of the Italian in his arms.

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Arthur normally didn't mind riding in trains, but this had its obvious differences.
The solitary light flickered with every bump of the train car, swinging back and forth as the train chugged along, creaking at every turn. Arthur lay huddled in the corner, a flimsy blanket was his shield against the biting cold. He knew not where he was going, nor how to escape. He looked around at the train car that had been his accommodations, there were no windows, or escape hatches. The small flap they passed his food through was too small to fit through, And besides that there was only one door, behind the fake boxes off supplies. It was basically a metal re-unforced bookshelf that had been made so if inspected, the train would look full of food. How he prayed for the train to stop, then he would scream his lungs out. He felt the train stop a few times on the journey, but no one ever came close enough to hear his screams. He even thought of using the waste box as an escape, but the hole was also too small to fit through and it was connected to a light blocking source as well, they had thoroughly thought about how to make him loose track of time. England couldn't tell how long he had been traveling. It could have been days, maybe even weeks but anything he had to tell time was taken away, there were no out door lights to count the days, and to make sure he didn't base it off of scheduled meals, they fed him randomly and with different amounts of food each time. He never went hungry, at least that was one good thing.

Arthur stared at the floor of the train car, praying that someone would come and find him, but every time he thought of his rescue, an image of Italy from that night crossed his mind.

'It couldn't have been willingly done, he had to be working for someone' Arthur told himself, but he knew that wasn't true. The Brit remembered from when he was younger the stories France told him of the powerful nation that defeated turkey. How he could expertly take on an army, even though he was only a few decades old.

Arthur drew his knees closer to his chest, a stray hand finding its way to his stomach, luckily bump hadn't shown. He quivered at the thought of what would happen if they found out.

But before he could imagine any further he felt the train stop once more, he stayed in his spot and was going to remain there until he heard footsteps.

"This is it, This is my chance to escape!" He smiled, eyes wide. He ran over to the side by the bookcase and banged on the side with all his might.

"HELP, HELP THEY'VE GOT ME TRAPPED IN HERE!"
Bang Bang, CRASH, BANG
"HELP! IVE BEEN KIDNAPPED!" He yelled even louder.
BANG BANG BANG
The sound of footsteps were getting closer, and he could hear something that sounded like running feet.
BANG CRASH BAMG BANG
He heard someone pull the door to the train car open, tears of joy flooding down his face.
"YES, YES I'M IN HERE! HERE! CAN YOU HEAR ME. THE DOOR THE DOOR, ITS lFAKE! ITS A FAKE!"

Arthur stopped his banging when he saw the handle being turned. The sudden rush of daylight blinded the poor nation for a few moments, causing him to shield his eyes. Slowly he let his hands fall away, and it seemed as though his hope fell with them.

Standing in the door way was not his hero, not his savior, not his rescuer.

Standing in the doorway was none other than Italy.

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