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Alfred paced back and forth in worry. He looked like a crazed animal, trapped in a small cage.
"How could they.. they took him from me.. they're the ones that are crazy.. THEY SAID HE WASN'T MINE!"
Alfred yelled out and punched a wall. The very pissed American grabbed the keys to his motorcycle and stormed out of his home. He sped off to the country's hotel.
There wasn't a meeting in America, but the others still like to tour around. And Alfred knew who was currently here. He felt them arrive, just as everyone does when someone arrives in their own country.
Alfred walked into the common room, somewhat happy to see everyone in the same place. The suspects. He made a mental list on who to see first.
Matthew and Gilbert
Francis, Antonio, and Lovino
Kiku and Heracles
Ludwig and Feliciano
And finally A-
Alfred's thoughts were interrupted by a shout.
"EAST DID JOU DRINK MEIN BEER?! AGAIN?!"
"NEIN LEAVE ME ALONE I'M THE MOST INNOCENT PERSON JOU'LL MEET!"
"BULLSHIT!"
Alfred walked up to Matthew, who didn't bother to stop the two brothers fight. Feliciano was sitting beside him, seeming to enjoy the sight.
The American pulled up a chair and stared at his twin.
"If you're about to accuse me of kidnapping him, then I will beat the ever loving crap out of you with my hockey stick. Everyone I'm here practically just got up. Cuz, ya know, it IS eight in the morning."
Alfred sighed. Matthew was right. The trio ducked as a chair flew over them.
"Aren't you guys gonna stop them?"
"Don't-a you technically have more authority over them since this is-a your country? We're also tired."
"Yeah, you're right, I do."
Alfred stood and looked at the brothers. He seen that Antonio and Francis had joined in on the fight. Lovino joined his brother's side. Alfred sighed and let out a loud whistle, making the countries jump.
"Y'all are in my territory now! And if you keep fighting over stupid shit like beer then the police might come in and try and solve the problem their way!"
"Oh, come on Mon ami, what's the worst that could happen?"
Alfred looked around the room, then back at him.
"You guys threw chairs at each other, broke a table, and almost hurt your boyfriends in the midst of your destruction. I want you guys to clean up the mess you made."
The group sighed and began cleaning everything up, and fixing things they broke.
After about an hour of cleaning and getting along, Alfred waved goodbye, knowing that they would have no idea where he could be.
Alfred sighed and drove back home. He walked through the door and flopped on the couch. Arthur walked in holding a cup of tea.
"Are you still upset about Americat?"
"I can't find him anywheeeeeerrrre. And Yao and Ivan said he wasn't even mine, well, fuck them. I've taken care of him since he was a little kitten. He loves me, I know he does."
Arthur sighed.
"Alfred, did you even bother looking where Britaincat lays?"
Alfred sat in thought for a moment before shooting up and checking the tallest level of the cat tree.
"Ohhhhh, there you are. Loving on lil ol Britaincat."
The two cats looked up at him and meowed. Alfred smiled and pet them before leaving them back to their own business.
"I cannot believe you didn't think to check the cat tree. They practically live in that thing."
Alfred blushed a bit.
"Well, he didn't follow me around when I got up. He usually waits outside the bedroom door when I wake up and begs to be fed."
Arthur hugged the American.
"It's okay to be an idiot sometimes."
"At least I get to be your idiot."
