Hidden Truths

Chapter Sixteen ~ Ride

"Wait so Pedro actually gives you your food?"

"He doesn't have anything else to do, and the maids already do so much, so," Gabe said as he ate some of the food in front of them.

"Huh, must be fun to be Portuguese," Mexico thought out loud, "but anyways this is some good stuff, nice corn."

"Thanks?" Gabe laughed, corn was corn after all. He remembered when he was kinda awkward and kind of friends with Daniel, it was weird, yes, but besides whatever point there was here.

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"Antonio won't mind that I stayed over?" Lai asked after having brushed his teeth.

"He's our or something, so probably not. Romano isn't here either so they're probably together picking some tomatoes in France. So he won't be here to get mad," she began to ramble. She had already gotten really a while ago.

"Oh alright, and Alejan—"

"I told you he got kidnaped—"

"No I mean he won't mind that I stayed over when he gets brought back?" he asked, it may have been unclear to Maria, but Alejandro didn't quite like Lai.

"He shouldn't care, we didn't watch his favourite show or anything," she explained, then went on to saying, "he won't even need to know," then put a smile on her face.

"Oh, okay," a pause, "you want to go somewhere to eat? Instead of eating with the others?" he asked suddenly.

Well...it wasn't like a date or anything.

"Uh, why not?" she smiled at the end. Maybe there was somewhere that sold nice Asian food.

"Great, I know this place," there was a nice little restaurant that had been opened up which sold some 'exotic food'.

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"Carlos! Wake up!" Santiago had taken the wheel—or rather the bull, and he had driven them to a restaurant. Everyone else was starting to go in. Except Carlos of course, who was dreaming of bulls.

"Wha—I'm up!" the younger of the two rolled his eyes.

"Here's the game plan. We see if there are people from our countries and we try and bribe them or whatever. Since we don't have money and it's not good for young countries to steal," he explained. It sound simple enough.

"That's so smart Santi!" sarcasm was evident. "But no one here is from either Venezuela or Argentina so. Hm, I say we steal some apples and bam we're set 'till Libson." He got out of the carriage like wagon and started eyeing a market stand, but when he saw the old woman managing it...he looked to another stand.

"Just go with it," Santiago began to drag Carlos.

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"Listen, I know you love Arthur and have all your economy going on, but I need help. And I have Matthew, so please," Spain placed a pouch filled with gold on the Frenchman's desk. The blond looked about ready to punch the other, but knew he couldn't. Because if what he said was true...no.

"Is he okay?" was all Francis could ask, he didn't even slide the money over.

"He's fine, I can't say the same about Romano though, so I need help. England is..." he took a deep breath, "shortening my patience."

"I'll see what I can do mon ami..."

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"Hola, do you have some food for a hungry boy and his friends?" he was cut off by Pablo though, who leant over the counter and whispered something into the seller's ear.

They were given food. Wow.

"What did you tell her?!" was the phrase Pablo heard the most for the next hour or so. He just smiled and changed the topic whenever asked though.

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"I'm thinking of gutting him, like a fish you know?" the Spaniard laughed.

"Oui, but he is immortal, so that will just hurt, not kill him for good," Francis replied in his accent.

"That's what I was going for, I mean," he smirked, "I hardly think you'd let me kill your precious bunny for good."

"Antonio...why didn't you just take Ludwig? Mon dieu," he shook his head, still extremely worried about Matthew.

"Oh amigo, where do you think I'm housing Matteo? Tsk, I took Hungary and Ludwig, then forced him to keeping Canada for the time being. It's not like I could trust Pedro, and the kids who keep my house clean? Never."

They were both speaking in their respective languages, they could settle for one, but what would that say about the other? And English? That would be a mockery.

"This kid really means that much to you? Why?"

"Don't question me."

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"How much longer?" the walk was rather long for someone who didn't go out much.

"Just wait, the sun's coming up soon, I thought we could watch it as we ate, but it's early—"

"I don't think I should be watching the sun.."

"Hm? Why not, has the pearl of the orient not seen a sunrise?" he asked, that being what she was called.

"Um, I have—"

"Well then you know there isn't anything to be afraid of."

They were off.

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"Guys! Churros! Pablo could you...?" Carlos asked, his faith in Uruguay was now really high.

"Of course," he smirked a bit then did his thing. What thing? No one knew. Or at least none of the other country kids knew.

"Guys how much further?" Santiago asked, being bored. They had already spent the first day on the road, and it was boring.

"Like a week? But then the boat ride shouldn't be too far," Carlos had a map in hand, he looked like some sort of wannabe explorer. Maybe if he wasn't a country he'd be a famous explorer—of course he'd be dead by now but still.

"Can I just walk back home? Honestly I think I can still see Madrid from here," he'd much rather be in bed.

"Of course you can see Madrid, but that's besides the point. Maybe when we get Al back we can steal one of Pedros planes."

"That's the guy who kidnaped him...I don't think we'll be able to get anything out of that guy. And what if...what if Al's dead? He's been gone for a whole day now—well at 11," Rafael asked.

"If he died he would be coming back to life soon anyways, and we have to go get him, I mean, that's self contradictory, but never mind. Because none of you are gonna get him saved." Santiago sighed.

'Still have a thing for him don't you...' Carlos said in his head.

Well then.