"Hey...where's Arthur?" Alfred asked on the plane ride to England. He was confused. Why England?
France simply smirked "Well, you see.."
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Arthur scoffed. Honestly, Ollie was such an idiot.
His magic has been successful in bring him in the 2ps world, but unsuccessful in trapping him.
All he had to do was find a phone booth in his own country and contact France's mobile number.
After the fifth or sixth time, he finally got a hold of the French man.
"Francis! How come you didn't answer your bloody phone!" Arthur asked, outraged.
The person on the other side was silent until sobs were heard.
"A-Arthur? Mon Cheri. Is that you?? Are you safe?!" France asked woriedly.
The English man sighed but had a massive smile on his face.
"Yes it is darling. I'm okay. "
France cried out of relief before regaining his ability to speak properly.
"I am afraid we are in Russia at the moment, are you by any chance here?"
Arthur cursed mentally.
"Afraid not. I'm in England. Though you go rescue Alfred. I'm staying here to gather anything I need to use to get us back home."
Francis made a noise of agreement.
"Okay. Just stay safe, cheri."
Arthur went a little red at Francis's words. How the French man did it, he had no idea. Arthur cleared his throat.
"I-I will. As soon as you get Alfred, come to my, or rather Ollie's, house. I should be ready."
"Alright. Goodbye,"
Arthur said the same back and smiled before that expression disappeared. His country was eye-bleeding colors that he could barely even tolerate.
Time to get to work.
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Alfred made an "oh" noise as Francis told him his conversation with Arthur.
"I can see land, we're nearly home," Matthew commented. He had returned to his normal, quiet self. Going undetected as soon as Alfred joined the group.
The American followed the others off the private jet, into a taxi car, and towards Arthur's mansion.
He was excited, seeing his former caretaker. I mean, he wasn't always on the best terms with him, but he was family. However, one thought kept invading Alfred's mind.
Are Viktor and the rest okay?
Viktor took a hard beating because of me. Belarus is probably questioning my loyalty and kindness. Ukraine looked liked she wanted to kill me. I caused so much damage by going home.
Alfred looked out to window on the taxi, questioning the situation until a voice responded.
Hey there porkchop, remember I can hear you? None of this is your fault...actually all of this was to protect you. A country was almost about to harm you. Or at least, that's what Ollie keeps on telling me.
He sighed at Allen's response.
Tell him, tell them, I said sorry. And...are you sure you don't know anything else?
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When America Kidnaps Himself.
FanfictionAllen wanted to make sure his porkchop was safe and unharmed. He made everyone promise not to hurt a hair on his head while he was in the 1p's world. Or else. However, not having a heads-up throws everyone in the 1p off.
