Never Take the Brown Bomber Jacket

France, You Sly Dog

*England’s POV*

            “Dude, stop beating yourself up over this,” America said, sitting bored on his mattress and watching me as I paced back and forth in front of him.

            “This is completely my fault, though!” I exclaimed, running my hands through my hair for the millionth time.  “How could I let Germany get to us so easily?  Ugh!”  With a loud groan, I sat down on my mattress, the chain attached to my ankle clanking loudly.  “And why the hell are we wearing bloody chains around our ankles?  It’s not like we’re going anywhere.”  I laid back and covered my face with my hands, as if that would keep me from facing the problem we were in.

            Alfred sighed and touched my elbow sympathetically.  “How were any of us supposed to know?”

            I flinched away from his touch and glared at him through my fingers.  "It happened in my house, though.  And how are you so calm about this?"  I sat up, staring at him curiously, and also a little enviosuly at how he was somehow keeping his emotions hidden so well.  He usually wasn't like this.  "I mean, didn't you and Holly kiss?  I'm surprised at how well you're taking this."

            He blushed slightly and looked down.  "I'm supposed to be the hero, so I can't afford to be worried or scared.  Plus," he smiled, "I'm the cheerful one."

            "Hmph."  I got back to my feet and resumed my pacing; I was too stressed to remain sitting.  What was Germany going to do to Holly?  "There's no way we will get out of here."

            "I think we'll be able to escape," America said quietly.

            I looked at him questioningly.  "What do you mean?"

            He didn't have a chance to answer as a faint yet familiar voice met our ears.  "Let go of me!" it cried.  We froze, staring at the door.  "Let me the hell go or I swear I'll kick your fucking ass!"  Yes, that was definitely her, and her voice was getting closer.

            "Holly?" I yelled, getting as close to the cell door as possible.  I heard America coming up behind me as well.  "Holly!" we both yelled.

            "England?  America?" I heard her ask, confused.  There was the sound of a struggle, somebody crying out, and then a thud.  "Where are you?" she called, sounding close.

            I banged on the metal door as hard as I could, which was a little difficult since the chain wasn't that long.  I could just barely reach the door with my fist while laying down.  "Over here!"

            She knocked on the door.  "Here?"

            "Yes!" America exclaimed, on the floor next to me, grinning like the idiot he sometimes was.

            I couldn't help but smile along with him.  Maybe we could actually get out of here.  "Holly, is there any way you could--?"

            Suddenly, there was a sickening bang against the door, accompanied by Holly's scream.  Then it sounded like something was being dragged across the floor.

            My heart skipped a beat.  "Holly?" I tried saying, but my voice cracked.

            "Oh, mon amie," another familiar voice said.  "I am so terribly sorry."

            "Frog?!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide.

            "France?" America asked, trying to suppress a smile.

            The door slid open then and we got our answer: it was indeed France.

            "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" I practically yelled at him, pushing myself back so I could sit up.

            He looked down at me sadly, almost regrettingly.  "I'm so sorry, Angleterre.  I had to do this."

            "Do what?"

            He looked away and mumbled something in French.

            I clenched my teeth angrily.  "I may have learnt your bloody language, but I can't understand you when you mumble like that!"

            "I've joined forces with Germany!" he shouted, looking me in the eyes.  He had tears in his, but that didn't keep me from sensing that he was still keeping something from me.

            "What do you mean?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

            He looked away again.  "I'm on Germany's side this time around, Angleterre.  I'm sorry."

            It felt like a fire was burning inside of me.  "What?!" I yelled.  "What do you mean you're joinging forces with Germany?"  I got to my feet and took a step towards him.  "What the hell are you thinking?"  Silence.  "TELL ME!"

            He grabbed my collar suddenly, pulling me up against him, and stared right into my now wide eyes.  I felt him slip something into my pocket.  "Keep this hidden and don't use it I give you a signal," he mumbled, his lips tickling my ear.  Then he let me go and backed away.  "And don't you dare command anything from me again," he said a little louder.

            Confused, I was about to ask what he was talking about, but then I remembered: there were cameras watching us.

            He gave me a look before turning around and leaving without another word, shutting the door behind him.

            "He had Holly out in the hall," America said as soon as France was gone.  "She looked fine, just knocked out."

            "Okay," I replied without really paying any attention.  My hand was in my pocket, finger curled around  cool metal object: a key.  I smirked at the door.  France, you sly dog.

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AN:

Ugh, this is so short and so late!! Ughhh I'm sorry about that, I know you guys have been waiting for another chapter, haha.  This is really short, but it needs to be for the story. :P

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