It swirled around the meeting room, forcing the nations to take cover. Tentacle shaped air tubes ripped some of the room apart, as if trying to find something. Most had found refuge somewhere, safe for the few who tried to help the others.
Alfred had just closed the closet door, assuring that China was comfortable before doing so. He saw Russia snatching Liechtenstein and Latvia's ankles, bringing them back down to the ground and barricading them behind a statue and a potted plant. England had just secured France and Spain to the meeting room table with his belt, stopping the duo from going anywhere.
That's when Alfred noticed the long, tendril of wind heading right for Arthur. It slithered like a snake, readying itself to attack and latch onto its prey. Being the hero he was, he couldn't allow his father figure to be attacked.
"IGGY!!! LOOK OUT!!!" Alfred stepped in front of him, the weird wind tentacle wrapping around his body tightly. A hole had begun to open, a rift in midair. All of the air tentacles retreated to the rift, the one holding Alfred included.
"ALFRED!!!" England clutched onto Alfred's jacket sleeve, his footing barely staying on the ground. Ivan ran to them and also clutched America's other jacket sleeve, trying to pull him down.
"Fredka, we will get you down!" Ivan stated, calmer than the Brit beside him. The two elder nations continued to tug at the sleeves, nearly getting Alfred's feet to the ground.
Until, the wind purposely flipped him over. The two elder nations plopped to the ground as Alfred's jacket was ripped off. The young nation screamed in utter terror as the wind whipped him through the rift in the air, the mysterious portal closing not even a moment after he went through.
England stared at the jacket, tugging it away from Russia's arm. He began to hyperventilate as he hugged the price of clothing. Tears began to stream down the Brit's cheeks as he looked to where the rift once was.
"ALFRED!!! MY SWEET LITTLE MAN!!! ALFRED!!!" he sobbed. The terror that Alfred had voiced was so uncharacteristic of him, it made sense why poor Arthur was in tears.
Russia was panting as the realization set upon him. Alfred, HIS beloved Alfred, had just been sucked into a mysterious portal. As nations began to emerge from their hiding spots, they all had the same question in mind.
Where was Alfred taken?
~Alfred's dimension~
Alfred screamed all the way through the portal, crying in fear and anger. When he finally entered some semblance of world, his tears ceased. The world around him was lush and green, nature everywhere. The sky was a shade of blue that could only be described as perfect, and the animals seemed to be bustling through the trees and ponds. The sun was blaring down, yet some clouds would provide some relief.
Alfred finally landed on the doorstep of a huge mansion, it was the first house he had seen while in this world and it was phenomenal. It was not just a house, no, IT WAS A CASTLE!
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