Arthur Kirkland's Problem

Chapter Five:

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           The World Meeting was quiet for the umpteenth time since Norway and Romania sent England away six years ago. Glares were sent to the members of the Magic Trio by most people- most people except America. He was still happy that Norway had told him that England was alive and safe. He had spread the news, so the glares' heat was turned down, but they were still glares nonetheless.

           But they wouldn't be quiet for long. Why? Because Norway and Romania had made a decision. They had broken the spell preventing them from telling anyone what happened to England last night, when they were preparing for the meeting. 

          When the last person had finished presening, Norway and Romania stood up and said loudly, before anyone could leave, "Everyone, we have made a decision regarding England."

           Anyone that was standing sat down quickly, listening intently. Norway continued, "The country of Britain has been getting progressivly worse, despite Romania and me trying our hardest to run it the way Britain would."

          Some countries snorted.

          Romania picked up where Norway left off. "So, in order to prevent total chaos in the country, we want to try to bring England back." Cheers and stares of disbelief filled the room, only to be silenced by the next statement: "But there's a problem."

           Norway started again, "The reason we did what we did to England was because he was suicidal." Total silence. "He had become so depressed that we had no choice. Either use magic to fix him or let him die."

            "So we erased his memories, turned him into a little boy, and sent him to an orphanage in America, where he could grow up happily." Romania took over. "But obviously, that can't work anymore."

               A country raised their hand. "Did you even think about what the consequences would be?" I was Romano.

            "What would you have done if it was Spain? Let him die, or give him a chance at a better life?" Norway asked harshly. His defensive barrier was officially up.

                 Romano shut up, but another country raised their hand. It was Finland. "I understand why you did what you did, but what if he had aged like a country instead of a human boy?"

                 "We cast a spell on him preventing him from aging unlike a normal human." Romania answered.

                     "Why was he so depressed?" Canada asked.

                     "I don't know who that was, but we believe him to have been depressed because he thought he was worthless." Romania said.

                     "But what if he was adopted?" a random country asked.

                     "We have to hope he wasn't." Norway and Romania said in unison. Then just Norway spoke, "We leave to the orphange later today."

                        "I'm coming with you!" America shouted. Some other countries tried to come as well, but Norway shook his head 'no'.

                      "We're going alone."

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                   "He was adopted."  Norway said to his luggage. Romania was behind him, crossing his arms. America jumped out of said luggage, where he had been hiding, yelling, "What? No! By who? Who adopted my Iggy?"

                    "They couldn't give us that information for the safety of Arthur." Norway replied.

                    "Arthur?" America asked.

                     "We put him into the system under the alias 'Arthur Kirkland'. He needed to come off as human." Romania filled in the confused American.

                      "So we don't know who has him? What if it's someone bad? Iggy could be hurt! What if one of our enemies figured out who he is and adopted him, just so they could kill him! He could be undergoing torture right now! He might be living with a killer!"

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                   "Oliver, I'm back from school!"

                   Oliver cursed, hand on the bloody knife that was carving into a now-mangled dead body. "Okay, I'm slightly busy right now, poppet, so could you be a dear and go upstairs for a moment?" He called out in a sweet voice.

                     "Sure, Oliver." Arthur said. Oliver didn't relax until he heard Arthur's door shut and music turn on. 

                      He quickly stabbed the bloody, bleeding body one last time in the heart, then got up. He looked at the clock- it was already 4:00. How did he ever lose track of time? If he slipped up again, Arthur might catch him- that wouldn't be good. Who ever heard of it? Oliver had, for his love of the boy, put his killing schedule in only the hours that Arthur wasn't home, and made cupcakes that weren't poisoned ( Only for Arthur and his friends, or when Arthur was around. ). He didn't want to frighten his 1p off, did he?

                     He really did feel like an older brother to Arthur; as a matter of fact, all the 2ps felt like older brothers to their 1p. They just acted like it, too, and that tended to scare off the 1ps. It didn't help that the 2ps were, by nature, darker people who enjoyed killing things. Oliver sighed. 

                    His game had come to an end. At least he had killed the man before Arthur came in- having someone scream and cry out in pain would have given everything away. He looked around his room, neat and orderly, save for the puddle of blood that surrounded him. He would have to clean this up, as well as think of an excuse for Arthur to have had to go upstairs. It was December- Christmas presents, maybe? 

                     He took off his shoes, so he wouldn't track the blood, and went over to his door and locked it. He made sure the window was locked, and the curtains were shut tightly, before going into his bathroom and preparing a hot shower. He'd need another one after he finished cleaning up the mess, but this one was for his nerves. And his head-ache.

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                   Sorry this one's so short, but I figured that here was a good place to leave off! Add to your library, comment with positive stuff, watch Hetalia, and eat iiiiiiiicccccccceeeeeee-creeeaaaammmm!