Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Twenty-Three

France would be lying if he said that he wasn't worried for Kalda and America right now, and especially Britain.

"Zhey aren't here," Prussia claimed, glaring at the remaining Allies.

"Zhat ve know of," Germany firmly replied. "Keep looking. Have you searched zhe attitc?"

"There's an attic?" Veneziano whined, bending over out of exhaustion.

France sighed a little, worried for his little brother and his niece.

"Ja, zhere's an attic," Germany snapped "und a basement, too."

"Hey!" France yelled, standing up and walking up to them. "I won't let you speak to my brozher zhat way!"

"It's okay, big brother France," Veneziano assured him with a small smile. "I can go and look some more."

Veneziano ran off, wanting to make himself useful.

"I don't know who you zhink you are, but I want you to know here and now zhat I will not let you push us around!" France yelled at Germany.

"France, calm down," Britain told the other blonde, but his sad tone told everyone that Britain wished that he had done that sooner.

France sighed, sitting down again with his arms crossed.

"If zhere's even a one percent chance zhat Kalda is still here," Germany bargained, "I might reconsider killing you."

"What's so special about her to you, anyway?" France snapped. "All you want is anozher ally!"

"Zhere's a lot more zhat she's capable of zhan just being anozher ally," Germany answered.

"Like what?" Britain asked slowly, suddenly becoming attentive.

"Zhose dreams of hers," Germany answered.

"You know?" Russia, China, Britain, and France asked all at once.

"You know?" Germany returned their surprise.

Britain took in a shaky breath, sitting down in the nearest chair.

France held onto his hand with one of his own, praying with the other.

"Oh, dear," Britain muttered. "She's as good as dead now. They both are."

"What are we going to do?" China asked.

"I don't know," France answered. "Hope and pray zhat zhey make it out alive?"

"Little Kalda is strong," Russia said. "So is Amerika."

France nodded, hoping that they were right.

France looked at Britain, planting a soft but quick kiss on the top of his hand.

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Kalda heard a faint thud upstairs, and she could only imagine what was going on.

"They sound pretty upset," Kalda pointed out.

"That's kind of what they're good at," America replied, bringing her down a long hallway.

"Where do all of these hallways lead to, anyway?" she wondered.

"All sorts of places," America said with excitement. "Down this one, me and Canada found all of these cool weapons from Britain's pirate days. And then down the one we just passed, there's all sorts of paintings from the Elizabethan Period."