When America Kidnaps Himself.

Threats From the Other Side.

3rd Person P.O.V

Chaos erupted after Canada said, "We find Allen."

"Germany, Germany! Allen sounds scarier than the British!"

"Canada, you are out of your bloody mind!"

"Mon Amour, I don't think that's a good idea..."

"If he's so bad, why must we risk our lives, Aru!"

Canada tried hearing other people speak, but words were mixed together and only getting louder and louder. This is why he chooses to be the quieter twin. "WILL YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTHS. I HAVE HAD TO YELL TWICE. DO NOT! MAKE ME DO IT AGAIN!" Canada yelled, slamming his fist onto the table. 

The noise went to zero and Canada sighed. "Look, how else are we going to get Alfred back?'' He asked, pointing the questions at England. "I can check old books in my Library. I could open a portal, something he can't do, and send one of you to get Alfred back." England replied, crossing his arms. 

Canada almost agreed but remembered something Allen had said.  Said he wanted to have fun with his poppet, or whatever. I don't really care about what he does to that piece of trash, I just care that Alfred's safe.

"England, be careful. While I was talking with Allen, he mentioned Ollie. Saying he wanted to mess around with you." Canada said. England went a little pale at the mentioning of his other half wanting to (possibly) take his place. "O-Of course. But first, I need to get back home." He glanced around the room.

"And I think everyone should come with me. My house is special in a way that magic is weaker for others and only stronger for those I pick. It took many years to get it that way, but I did it. You'll all be safer from your 2ps, should they start to bother you all." England said, twisting his hands nervously.

Russia nodded. "Da. Sounds good.''

"Okay! Everyone! Get in your cars and head to the Airport!" Germany shouted. Everyone did just that.

Matt, I swear to maple syrup, you hurt Alfred, I will kill you. We're going to go get him, We're going to bring him back, and we sure as hell going to make sure you guys can't come over here.

Matthew thought. He knew, should he try hard enough, Matt would hear him. Like a little voice in his head. After a couple of minutes, when Matthew was driving with France and England in the back, a voice responded.

Yeah, whatever. He is a good fighter. Viktor's got him though. Might wanna talk about that with Ivan. 

Matthew's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "What's bothering you, amour?" France asked, noticing the country getting stressed. "Besides my brother is missing and in the 2p's world? Well, the country taking care of him is no one other than Russia." Canada turned a sharp left. "He's with Viktor." He spat. 

France fell silent and England's eyes widened. "Bloody hell, that's not...favorable." Canada nodded.

"I was hoping he would be with Germany. That would be much safer." France piped up. 

"Not really...Italy?" Canada pointed out. France sighed. Alfred really wasn't safe. 

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Ivan was having a mental battle with his 2p. Where is he, Viktor? Ivan talked to his 2p a little more than others. He found it important to know how his 2p acted instead of being in the dark.

He's in a room. Oliver should be bringing him out soon. He passed out from traveling dimensions.

Ivan took his things and headed to his car. He was lucky that he went to the world meeting alone. Talking to his 2p was easier for him when he talked out loud. He got in and started it up, pulling into the street.

He's here. 

"Good. Do not say anything stupid, he can speak-" 

Ah, he speaks and understands Russian. 

He seems irritated. Are you sure you described him correctly? He is not a happy little child right now. 

Ivan had to fight the urge to facepalm. "Yes, I did. You probably angered him with your comment in Russian, whatever it was." Ivan responded. 

...He's getting angry at Matt. They're going to get into a fight. It's quite amusing. 

"Stop him from fighting, Viktor. Alfred will not get hurt. You better do something." Ivan growled. There was a little laugh at the back of Ivan's head. Too late for that. He's already taken out a pocket knife and made a cut across Matt's forehead. Ivan smiled a little. At least he was able to take care of himself.

Not bad. Matt kicked him off but Alfred seems to be calming down. 

Ah. Francois has asked the Golden haired boy who he wants to stay with. 

"Take care of him, Viktor," Ivan commanded, grunting as he almost hit a car. 

It seems he doesn't want to. He literally told us no and that 'freedom gets what he wants'. 

Ivan had to fight the urge to facepalm again. Alfred couldn't be mature for a second. Ivan waited patiently until his 2p responded, however, he wanted to know how Alfred was immediately. 

I got him. 

Ivan sighed a sigh of relief. "Good, now, tell him I'm going to go get him, not to be worried. I'm coming."

I knocked him out. 

"What do you mean?!" Ivan shouted, not caring if other people heard him. There was no response. "VIKTOR!" He gritted his teeth and continued to drive to the airport. If the golden flower was hurt, he would slap Viktor to no end. 

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All of the countries had arrived at the airport, sitting down, waiting. 

"I got us all a flight to England. I just called my boss and he said he'll inform the other bosses." Canada said. The rest nodded their heads and began to talk amongst themselves. Canada approached Russia.

"Ivan, I need to know about Alfred. Matt told me Viktor has custody of him." 

"Da. He does. However, he said he knocked him out. I've been trying to get a response out of him for a while and he doesn't respond." 

Canada sighed. "He doesn't plan to hurt him, right?" Russia nodded. "As far as I know, no. Do not worry, comrade, I will keep Viktor in check." That made Canada feel much better. He gave a thank you and left to go talk with England. 

"Arthur, are you sure you can open any sort of portal?" Canada asked, tapping the English man's shoulder. "Of course I can. I'm just worried about the 2p's. Allen is downright crazy. He'll mess up America even more." England replied with a shudder. 

"True. But just know that Alfred is practically counting on you." 

England snorted softly. "Knowing the bloody idiot, he'll be trying to save himself."