Wow.. Last chapter

*tear tear*

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America's POV

I walked into the house with 2 large bags of donuts. The people who worked at Tim Horton's were very surprised at the order I had placed. Although, I'm guessing they were probably content with the large wad of Canadian money that was in their pockets.

"Mariiii", I called out but voice was muffled since I had just crammed a maple donut in my mouth.

There was no answer.

I hope she wasn't with Arthur..

Ugh. I hated him. I hated what he had done to her. He didn't deserve Mari. Arthur didn't deserve anyone.

Ok, rant over.

I searched around the house for a bit but I couldn't find her anywhere.

-at Arthur's house-

I knocked on the door. Arthur answered.

He looked terrible!

Dark circles lined his green eyes. He looked like he hadn't had any sleep. Come to think of it, he probably hadn't. "What do you want?",He said grumpily. "Is Mari here?", I asked, "she's not over at my place."

"Why the bloody hell would she be here? Are you trying to rub it in?", Arthur said tiredly and lacking the usual force to his insults.

I almost felt a tiny bit bad for him.

Almost.

"Seriously dude, she's gone. Her phone is still there and everything. She wouldn't just leave it. You know how Mari worships the thing.", I said. It was true, the whole phone thing. She had clutched it at night like it was her child or something during our stay in the woods.

Yes, very creepy, but still. It added to my list of quirky attributes that I liked about her.

After a few calls to Canada, Germany, and France we discovered she wasn't with any of them. Arthur got dressed and then we went back to my/Canada's house. Arthur kept mumbling beneath his breath and pacing. I would have laughed at him but I was just as nervous.

"Hey Iggy, do ya want some donuts?", I said softly. He nodded silently, to distressed to bother correcting me not to use the nickname I knew he hated.

"They're over there.", I said while vaguely pointing in the direction of the kitchen. England trudged off.

He returned a few minutes later but not with a donut. In his hands was a piece of paper. Arthur's face was pale. His eyes had a fearful look with to them. England's hand absentmindedly touched the back of his neck where I knew a long scar was. I grimaced, remembering how he had gotten it.

Then my mind made the connection.

"A-Arthur? What is it?", I said with a tremor. I hoped I was wrong. I HAD to be wrong.

"They took her.", Arthur said numbly as he handed me the paper. I took it with shaking hands. I recognized the handwriting and the signature purple pen.

Dear Fellow Countries,

I'm guessing you thought we were gone, yes? That was a dangerous mistake. We have been waiting in the shadows. Waiting for opportunity. The crash was our first move in this dangerous game and now we've taken one of your valuable pieces. Who knows how long she'll play? Like any good game, we shall give you a clue:

Come seek us where we can't be found

Over seas and above the ground

Middle of middle

End of end

Time to find out who is really a friend

The Lost are found

The safe are sound

At the cross road of man

And you'll find her where it all began

We shall see you soon.

Time to start Searching.

To be continued in the next book.

Searching, A Hetalia Fan Fic