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Madder Than Hatter 7

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The next day, the parallels set off into the woods. The others stayed there. After all, they didn't know the area. And besides, they had to figure away to get home. Off to the side, Russia and China talked about it quietly.

France stood there silently, thinking, his hands in his pockets. There was something that made no sense. He remembered what the other Arthur had said about 'seeing the way,' and that they want his 'eyes'. What did they want with him?

Turning, he left as America, Canada, and England tried to come up with a plan. Maybe he would lay down and think about it more. It was clear their other selves were keeping a secret. True, it was none of their concern, but he couldn't help but think about the other France and England. How different they were, but as the country of love it made him angry that 'France' was cruel, mean, hatful, and hurt people.

Getting to the base room he was using, he kicked off his boots, got into a bunker, and started to drift off. As he slept, he swore he smelled something good. Hm? It smelt like cake... Ah, how he wished he could cook something right now and calm his nerves.

"Francis?"

Eyes twitching he opened them a little. "Arthur? Ah, Arthur… I thought you left with your friends?"

The blue and pink eyes looked at him with a smile. "They sent me back, sent me back, because Arthur wasn't feeling well. Look! I made Francis cupcakes, cupcakes!"

"Wha…?! Oh, that's great but I ate.. And I really shouldn't eat so much, you see! Ah, but it's a nice time for a walk, oui? Oui, a walk will do wonders for a light eater like myself! I'll see you later, Angleterre!"

Arthur blinked and held out the cake sheet with one cupcake on it that had a red heart on top. France stopped trying to make his escape and looked at it.

"Francis always loves Arthur's cooking, always, always." Arthur smiled happily, tilting his head.

"Uh…" France took it and it seemed normal. "Th-thank you… I'm sure it's, err, delicious."

Looking at it like it was death to be, Francis slowly brought it too his lips. No burnt smell, still… Alright he would just take one bite and spit it out outside. Taking a bite he chewed it slowly and then stopped. Looking down and then at the other he swallowed.

"It's wonderful…"

"Yay! I made just for you, just for you! Wheee! Would Francis like some dinner too? I make lots of food for everyone."

The last bite gone, Francis licked his lips. "You cook, mon ch- ami?"

"Yes, of course, yes, of course! Arthur cooks all the time because no one else can."

Francis could only stare as the other clung to him happily. He really wished his Arthur showed this much affection.
--

When night came, they all ate together. It was extremely awkward, but they got through it and the other Arthur stayed far away from Alfred and Matthew, as if they might bite him. Then something happened. A loud bang was heard.

They stood up, but the ones from this world stayed clam and looked up as the bangs continued. It was some sort of code. When it stopped the Russia with a shovel stood up.

"I will return later."

Once he was gone Alfred looked over at the short-haired China. "Where's he going?"

"To meet with you- our Alfred. Before the humans tried to control the us, they were best friends. Now I don't even know where it stands. Kind of ironic, though."

"What is?" Matthew asked as he sipped his soup, surprised when he got an answer.

"That they used to be lovers." the evil France said.

Now that caused an extremely awkward dinner table and China with the long hair frowned and looked between the disgusted Russia and America who wouldn't face each other.

England looked at his other self. The blue and pink eyes kind made him feel uneasy. "Aside from… that. What can you see that they want?"

The other looked up. "I can see the silver mist rod."

"Enough! They don't need to know. We just need to get them back before-"

"Shh!" The short-haired China said. "Listen!"

Everyone got quiet. It was faint, but there. The sound of dull bang could be heard. As they continued, suddenly it got quiet again. Then, everything went black for a moment when an explosion hit.

--

"You look upset, Alfred."

The sunglasses were pulled up and set on his head as Alfred smirked, eyes narrowed. "What'd you do? Get look-a-likes from another world? That isn't going to stop us, Ivan. Give us the mouse."

"You can't have him. Alfred, listen to me! What the humans did was wrong. They shouldn't have tired to program you or your brother. If you would just let us help-"

Ivan stopped. No, no, this was wrong. Matthew as always there standing next to Alfred. There was a time where the would spreate and if they did it was only when it was desperate or…

"Where's Matthew?!"

Alfred leaned back on the tree he was standing next to. "My baby brother is catching a mouse…"

--

Matthew looked around at the knocked out nations. "Big brother sure knows how to make sleep bombs.. Now, let's see… where are you, mouse?"

Stepping over some he scanned them. Ah ha! There they were! Running over to France and England he forced them apart, picked up Arthur, and carried him out the way he came. Outside, he heard what sounded like clashing.

Peeking out, he saw his brother and Ivan fighting with their weapons. It was so strong that each time they collided, it sounded like thunder. He knew he only had a few minutes, so he ran to the horses that where a few feet away and threw Arthur over one. Tying him onto it, he got on and started to leave. Hearing the fight continue, he hurried as fast as he could to their secret place.

An hour later, he looked back. Still no signs of his brother. Frowning, he urged the horse into the cave and down the long walk. Getting off, he pushed a few stone pebbles sticking out and it opened to a long hallway. Pulling it in, he went to the door on the other side and opened it. Leading the horse out into a well-hidden underground stable, he set him down before pulling off Arthur and carrying him to a chair. Sitting him in it he turned away and waited... About half an hour later, Alfred showed up.

"Where were you?!"

"I had to throw Ivan off. Ah, perfect. Now we can finally finish this."

--

When everyone was coming to, Francis held his head. Did someone kick him? Groaning, he looked around and pulled Arthur closer to him. The other was still limp. Pulling him up and into his lap, he looked around. Yao was pulling his short-haired other self from under some rubble. Alfred and Matthew were holding up the ceiling…

Picking up Alfred, they all got out of the room before the twins let it collapse. It was then that France looked down at Arthur.

"Listen. They got Arthur. We need to get him back as soon as we can!" Deep-voiced Ivan said.

"Non, mon ami… They got their Arthur… Their France has ours' in his arms."

Sure enough, the wrong Arthur was with the insane Alfred and Matthew.
The next chapter.

I'm so glad I got this up and so sad as I have failed to write any Valentine fics. :iconotlplz:

Anyways! I still don't own Hetalia

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I need more! This is way too good! Oh, and, I can only imagine 2PAlfred and 2PMatthew arguing with Iggy!! ^^