EnglandXReader Im Left Alone Chapter 9

“Arthur, calm down, you’re hyperventilating,” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Oui, just tell us what ‘appened,” Francis said, sitting Arthur down in a chair.

“Well… Oh goodness… How could we be so ignorant? It all started when…”



<{-6:15 A.M.-}>



*{*Arthur’s POV*}*


I got up out of bed. Why did my bloody class have to start so early? Hasn’t the school board ever heard of sleep?

I was contemplating the whole thing when I noticed a note on my door.

Dear Arthur,
If you are reading this, we are not back yet. We advise you to remain calm and help out. You see, I, your mother, woke up last night to see your brother’s door open, and as I went to close it, I saw that he was not there. I looked throughout the house and could not find him, but found some food, his backpack, and his baseball bat missing. We suspect he has run away, and are searching for him. Before you run out to help, you will shower, dress, brush your teeth, comb your hair, make your bed, and eat breakfast. You will do this because I am your mother, and I told you to. Hugs and kisses, love!
Mum

Where could that bloody idiot go?!



*{*Readers POV*}*


I was in the car, rocking out to a song on the radio. I had a while until school started, 6:40, but I lived a bit farther away than the other students and had to wake up earlier to get there on time. I was used to it, but would I ever get used to Francis being a schoolmate, possibly even a classmate? Probably not.

I was interested to see how Arthur would react to Francis’ presence. Probably blow a gasket! Mom was going on and on about something boring, and I soon tuned her out. It’s not that I didn’t care, its that I didn’t want to be bored back to sleep.



<{-6:40 A.M.-}>



*{*Arthur’s POV*}*


I could barely eat breakfast. That little brat had to run off! How much of an idiot could he be? I didn’t have a license, or, to be exact, I had a drivers license for England, not __Name of country__, so I had to walk. I didn’t know if Mum and he had already checked it, but I checked the park anyways. Alfred usually went there when he was down, but to no avail. I checked every nook and cranny for that blonde idiot, but the park was desolate. Not a soul, other than my own, could be found.

The run around the park tired me out, so I sat on one of the benches, pulled my knees up to my chest, and thought for a while.

I know I am harsh on him sometimes… But that doesn’t mean I don’t care… What if this is my fault? That little…Where could he have gone?


*{*Readers POV*}*


I got to school on time, only to find out that Francis sat next to me now. It surprised me, he always looked so… well, perfect! But now, early in the morning, there was a hint of sleepy-ness on his face, and his hair was slightly askew. The teacher walked out for a few minutes, so I pulled out a brush and started brushing his hair.

“Seems like only yesterday you were helping me with my hair,” I said.

“Mon chere, zat was four days ago. Don’t make us both feel older zan we are,” he said with a grin.

“Well, I have to take advantage of this moment. The perfect Francis, looking not-so-perfect! I should have taken a picture!”

He laughed sarcasticly and laid his head on the desk. “It’s… so… EARLY….”

“Get used to it,” I said, putting the brush away, “You have to do it for the rest of the year.”

He let out a groan.




<{-8:36 A.M.-}>



*{*Arthur’s POV*}*


The last few hours had no luck, I still had no idea where Alfred was. I had contacted Matthew about it, saying that if by any chance he flew over to Canada, to contact them. He replied saying that he would, and that he hopes Al is found. I don’t exactly remember Matthew. He looks like Alfred, but somehow… different. But it didn’t matter. I had covered a lot of ground with absolutely nothing! I saw a police cab ahead of me and went up to it, knocking on the window. The officer got out and came up to me.

“Sorry to bother you, but have you seen a boy around? Blonde hair with a little bit sticking up right in the front, blue eyes, about this tall,” I said, holding up my hand, “he probably has a backpack on, he has a jacket on with ‘50’ on the back of it in white, he might have a baseball bat with him… You see, he’s my brother and he ran away…” I said, trying to describe him as best I could.

“Are you sure about this? What is his name?”

“Yes, he’s not at home or anywhere else he could or would be. His name is Alfred F Jones.”

“What does the ‘F’ stand for?”

I opened my mouth, but closed it quickly. Every time I hear it, it’s different. Ford, Franklin, all sorts of names. “Hard to say, he claims it’s ‘Fantastic’ or something of that sort, but he’s my step brother, so I haven’t quite learned it.”

“Understood. I will warn the others in my squad to keep an eye out.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said, giving him Mum’s number and my own to contact if he is found, then went on looking.


*{*Readers POV*}*


I sat, bored to death. This class was just incredibly boring. I just sat there, doodling in a notebook.

I wonder if Francis or Arthur is as bored as I am right now…



<{-11:45 A.M-}>



*{*Arthurs POV*}*


Hours… Hours had been spent looking for him. I had no word from Mum or the police that he was found, but everyone was still searching. By now, I had covered miles of area, and we still had no clue about where he was or where he had been. I made it a point to check every WackDonalds (If you didn’t already know, that’s the hetalia version of McDonalds to avoid copyright) I saw to see if he was there,  hoping he was there in a booth eating a pile of burgers, noticing you and acting as if there was nothing wrong in his usual, carefree way, but no luck. Still nothing. I was worried sick about him. What if he got hit by a car? Or kidnapped?


*{*Readers POV*}*


It was strange. Arthur wasn’t here today. He didn’t look anywhere near sick yesterday, but maybe he caught a cold. I guess it’s better than him getting all stressed out over Francis, but, from the plethora of girls surrounding his table, all of the females in the class wanting to be his partner, it seemed like he was a big hit at the school.

I was doodling in my notebook again, waiting for all the partners to be picked before I got stuck with the last person, as usual. Or maybe the teacher would let me work alone…

I suddenly saw a hand in front of me, and I looked up to see Francis holding out his hand for me.

“____________, would you like to be my partner?” he said, smiling.

That’s when all [Beeeeeeeeep] broke loose (hurdehurdehur. Had to censor)

“Aww, Francy! You don’t want to hang out with her”

“Yeah, I’ll be your partner!”

“No, me! Don’t talk to the lowlife!”

I looked up at him, making sure he still wanted to go through with this before I nodded. He took my hand and had me stand up before he gave me a rose, a smile on his face.

“Don’t listen to zem, mon chere, for zere is no ozer person I would razer be partners wiz” (I’M FRENCH. WHY DO YOU THINK I HAVE THIS OUUUTRAAAAGIOUS ACCENT, YOU SILLY READER? /shot by a python named Monty)

I blushed slightly, and all the other girls whined and groaned on the way back to their seats.



<{-12:15 P.M.-}>



*{*Arthur’s POV*}*


I was having some pastries and tea at a small café I found while looking. I didn’t have much breakfast, so all that looking sure made me hungry. I wish I made some scones to eat on the way, but alas and a lack, I didn’t. And the Earl Gray here tasted… odd. Not English enough. I sighed.

I wanted to keep looking, but I had no idea where he could be! Mum said that he didn’t go to school or the arcade. He wasn’t at the movies either. When did that wanker get the idea that running away was the solution to his problems?


*{*Readers POV*}*


Francis gave me some of his lunch since I didn’t have one, and he made sure to tell me that he didn’t regret asking me to be his partner. He would rather have me as his partner than any of the dumb girls that didn’t even pay attention to the teacher. This made me blush a bit. Even if it put his reputation on the line, he would still hang out with me. My hair was a mess again, as usual, so he offered to brush it while I ate. He seemed to have gotten over the early hours now, and again looked his usual perfection. I really wanted to see how Arthur would have reacted to Francis, but since he wasn’t here, I might send him a text or something saying I hope he gets better.



<{-12:54 P.M.-}>



*{*Arthur’s POV*}*


On the search again, I was miles away from the house. Has he taken the bus somewhere? He wasn’t answering his phone, or, at least not for Matthew, Mum, or me. His teachers and schoolmates were told to warn us if he was found as well. I was only a little bit away from school now, but since I was searching all over the place, I would get there by the time it ended. If I got there and found her, maybe I could ask __________ for help…


*{*Readers POV*}*


Class was in session, and this was one of the few classes I had with Arthur, but since he wasn’t there, I was bored out of my mind. I was hoping he would be here today so we could work on a project together, but since he wasn’t, I was stuck doing it alone. I really hoped he got better soon.

“Now class, remember,” __Mr./Mrs. (boring teacher)__ started, “This project is due in two days, so you better get it finished.”

A unanimous groan of distain came from every student in the room. Of all the days Arthur had to be absent, today was not ideal.



<{-2:45 P.M.-}>



*{*Arthur’s POV*}*


I ran up to the school, just in time to see _______________ and… FRANCIS?!

“Francis, what are you doing here? You know what, never mind,” you said, completely out of breath, “I-I need your... help…”





<{-3:45 A.M.-}>



*{*Alfred’s POV*}*


All packed up and ready to go, I closed the front door quietly. They probably won’t even notice I am gone until later today, and that would most likely be Arthur, since he is the only person who seems to even slightly care about me. But by that time, I would be far gone. Too far for them to find me. I can’t stand this constant feeling of not having a family. Maybe I could live with Mattie. Nah, they would tell him to contact them if he found me. Mr. Goodie-two-shoes Matt would rat me out. Where to stay, where to stay…