Bewitched [Hetalia Ukfr]

Chapter 3

" ALFRED! ALFRED! ALFRED!" Screamed Arthur.
Molly shouted after him. No such luck was to be given to the two. And with each passing moment, Arthur sunk deeper and deeper into despair.
" Molly..." he croaked coming to a halt. She stopped screaming and looked to her master." Sir?"
" We're...never going to find him....are we?" Arthur asked, slowly sinking to his knees.
Molly looked at her master. He just laid there on his knees, sniffling quietly to himself. He's so pitiful she thought rolling her eyes. She set her attention to the forest instead. Her eyes searched around the trees and dirt. She tried to think like Alfred, but that was entirely impossible.

She went back to comfort her master with reassuring words.

" Don't worry sir. We be heading off in the right direction." She said, rubbing his back and shoulder. Arthur sniffled but nodded. Molly smiled and helped him back on his feet. She held his arm as they made their way across the unforgiving forests.

Arthur searched high and low for any clue that his son could've left behind. Molly stared at the ground in front of them, not saying a word.

Arthur looked at her. " What's the matter with you girl? Are your eyes glued to the ground?! We have to search for my son if you hadn't already noticed!"
Molly continued to fixate her concentration on the ground. " Sir," she said, " The only reason I look to the ground because it is more of help than you."
Arthur stopped walking and yanked Molly back in place. " I beg your pardon?!"
Molly pointed at the ground." there." She pointed vigorously at the ground again when Arthur stared at her with a confused expression on his face. " There! Footprints!"

Arthur followed her shoulder, arm, hand and finger to something engraved in the ground. Footprints. Small. Almost of that like...a small boy.
" Molly!" Arthur exclaimed, pointing at the ground." Footprints!" He laughed and squatted down to touch the print.
" Looks fresh." He examined the wet dirt in between his fingers, letting its sentiments fall from his touch.

" We must hurry sir!" Molly urged him to get up. " He couldn't have gotten far of these prints are still fresh!"
Arthur , with his cane, thundered across the forest, following the prints left by his son. The sun broke away from the clouds, letting its rich light pour into the forests,making the woods look enchanted or some sort.

Arthur's eyes never left the footprints on the ground. He tightly held Molly's hand for she was to be his eyes. Molly looked start ahead until she saw a clearing.

" Hm." Said Arthur, " These prints doubled starting here. It's appears to be that Alfred may have been running..." he noticed Molly had stopped and rolled his eyes. " For gods sake Molly, " he exasperated " If you need to take a break just say so. Otherwise hurry up!"

Molly shook her head. She pointed to the clearing. " There sir!" She smiled. " I'm pretty sure the young master is in there! I see a cottage!"

Arthur eyes widened when seeing the cottage, and began to run with his cane marching furiously in front of him and Molly following behind him.

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" Mmm!" Alfred grinned. He picked up his spoon and fed himself some more soup. Matthew's mother giggled when hearing Alfred making a comment about her cooking after every bite he took. Matthew sat across from him, occasionally looking at him through his lashes. He watched as Alfred tongue all over his spoon and had soup dribbling down his chin- Matthew just lost his appetite.

" Do you want anymore Alfred?" Matthew's mother asked, having her hand on the big serving spoon that sat in her pot of broth at the center of their small kitchen table. Alfred nodded eagerly and picked up his bowl and held it to her face.