Homeless (a Hetalia Fanfic, Book Three)

Chapter 11~!

"Really?" England asked into his cell phone. "Alright, thank you for telling me. I'll tell him."

After hanging up, he wandered a little bit to try and find Alfred. The Brit found him underground, working on what looked like a weapon of some sort. "What is that?"

"Oh, hey, dude!" America greeted in a chipper voice. "This is just a little somethin'-somethin' I came up with in my sleep. Thought I'd try and make it. What's up?"

"I got a call from Switzerland just now, and he says that he's certain there are no W.O.R.L.D. bases in his country. He also said that we were invited to stay there, though I must admit he sounded like he wished he wasn't extending that invitation," England explained. "I get the feeling Liechtenstein was the one who made him say that."

"Hmm... We take everyone and we all head out to Switzy's place?" America pondered aloud. "That doesn't sound too bad... Are you gonna go?"

"I'm definitely considering it," Arthur replied. "It would be nice to stay somewhere a bit closer to home."

Alfred snorted in a short laugh and nodded. "You should go, then, dude."

Arthur raised a well-endowed eyebrow at that suggestion. "Are you saying you won't, Alfred?"

"Well, it's like you just said: "It'd be nice to stay somewhere closer to home." It's probably better that you head out; that way, you'll be there for your people," Alfred answered. "I think I've gotta stay here, though. For the same reasons."

 Arthur sighed, but a wan smile graced his face. "When did you get so mature?"

"Three months ago!" Alfred guffawed. "I woke up one morning, married to a pirate--"

"Alright, I get the picture," the Brit interrupted, that brief smile gone again. "If you're sure, then. I'm going to go see if the other countries want to go to Switzerland as well." He turned and left, his footsteps echoing on the grimy stairs.

"Yeah, dude," America said softly after Arthur had left. "Sure..."

Naturally, the first person Arthur asked about the "change in scenery" was his wife and their sixteen-year-old daughter, Serenity. Christian, who was currently in university, was not with them yet, and it severely worried the boy's family.

"I dunno," Joy said slowly, turning the thought over in her mind.

Serenity glanced down the hall, where she knew Milo was. With a sigh, she turned back to her father and nodded. "If it'll keep us safe, I wanna go. But can we take Milo with us?" she asked quickly, her hands clasped and her eyes sparkling girlishly.

"If we took Milo with us, we would have to take all of his siblings as well," Arthur told his daughter apologetically. "I don't think that's going to happen, love."

"Aww..." she said sadly. "That's bollocks..."

"Watch your mouth," Joy warned her sternly. "Honey, we should probably go there so we can be closer to your work."

"I agree," Arthur nodded. "Alright, let's get everything packed up. I'm going to ask a few others if they want to come as well."

He told the four remaining Nordic countries, who promptly had a meeting to discuss what to do. Mary was included in the meeting, of course, and she voted for staying, at least for a little while longer. To her surprise, Sweden said the same thing, though in fewer words. After that, rather than splitting up, all five of them came to an agreement.

"I'll have to stay for a little while, too," Vale told England when he told her about the opportunity. "I've got some unfinished work, after all." She glanced pointedly at Alice, who just so happened to pass by, and England nodded in understanding.