My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 50.3

Ivan had paid for a horse and began to ride back to the street corner, smiling at the thought of Amelia's arms around him. But as he galloped to the spot, he only found his jacket and a shoe. He hopped off the horse and grabbed his soaked jacket, throwing it over the horse's ass. He then picked up the shoe, looking around with panic-filled eyes.

"Amelia?!" he got back on the horse and put the shoe in front of its face. The horse sniffed it and began to track Amelia, running into a dead-end not even a mile away. Ivan growled and directed the horse towards the inn, ready to rage war. The nations were all gathered in the tavern, drinking and having a fun time. Until Ivan burst through the door, soaked and shivering. However, he wasn't shivering because he was cold.

He was shivering because he was livid.

"Big brother? Where is Amelia?" Belarus asked with a quirked brow.

"Someone took her," Ivan informed everyone of what had happened. Prussia grabbed a lantern and his loaded rifle, jumping onto the bar.

"Zen ve search for her!" he commanded as he looked to the crowd, "Vho's vith me?!"

The crowd cheered and many of the nations grabbed some sort of weapon. England had been in the library at the time, not really wishing to get drunk.

"What's all the fuss about?" England asked France since he was the closest. France looked at him with sad eyes and led him into the hallway.

"Arthur, zomeone 'as kidnapped Amelia. Ze other nations and I are going to look for 'er. It is probably best if you stay here," France saw all the color drain from England's cheeks and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"My little girl, kidnapped? That's impossible!!! Amelia would never allow herself to be captured!!! You lie!!!" Arthur lashed out.

"Angleterre, I am sorry but I am not lying. Amelia 'as been kidnapped," Francis confirmed as Arthur broke down. The tears just sprung out of his eyes and he tried his best to contain himself. He embraced Francis tightly as he cried, his heart shattered.

"Not my little princess," Arthur whimpered as his body shook with sadness. Arthur's knees gave out, making Francis fall to his knees and embrace his long time rival.

"Are jou coming, Francy pants?" Gilbert asked, until he realized what was happening. He went to Arthur's side and put a sturdy hand on his shoulder, "ve vill find her, Artie. Even if ve don't, she's too strong to ever be contained. Jou raised a fighter, England. A powerful, amazing, witty fighter," Arthur looked to Prussia, smiling softly.

"You are right. Just try to bring my little girl back," Prussia nodded and got up.

"Stay vith him, Francis. He needs somevon to cry on," Prussia stormed off and the group began to head out. 

They stayed out all night looking for her. When the sun began to rise and people began to awaken, they went door to door with a photo of Amelia, asking everyone who passed them by. 

Coachmen, shopkeepers, anyone who might have seen her. Twelve hours after leaving, at noon, they came back to the Inn empty-handed. They passed out, exhausted and nearly sick from the cold rain. But they didn't quit, they refused to quit on Amelia.

Months went by and many of the nations still had hoped they would find her. Amelia had not returned to the states, her boss was worried sick about her. Her photo spread like wildfire around Europe, everyone worried that she might have been sold into slavery. As the seasons changed and summer became autumn, Arthur cried every night at the thought of his little girl being defiled by disgusting men.