UKUS 13

"I can't believe you just left him to stumble around by himself! Italy!" The tall German pinched the bridge of his nose, ignoring the continuous apologizes of the smaller Italian beside him.

"You said he was going back to England's, yes? Maybe he stayed there for the night." Japan suggested. "I think it's best we check."

"You're right, Kiku…Come on, let's go." Ludwig pulled still whining Feliciano out with him to the hotel parking lot.

It was early morning and Feliciano had snuck into his and Ludwig's hotel room astonishingly undetected the night before. He had drove off from the bar, leaving Alfred there to vent out his anger with his alcohol and with no car so he was forced to walk in the rain. It wasn't until this morning when Japan had come over to their hotel room when the Italian told the Asian and German what all had happened. They weren't happy to say the least.

A short while later they had made it to the familiar home of the Englishman. Though somewhat hesitant to go in, all three of them dragged their heavy feet to the door.

"It's amazing, everything that has happened in such a short time." Ludwig muttered, staring at the door.

"I agree. And this house, just yesterday it was full of life. Now just being in front of it makes you feel so…alone." The Japanese man muttered as the air grew silent again. The only sound was the wind embracing everything in its cold grip and the rain splattering across the ground.

But knowing they couldn't just stand there, the tall blonde sighed and raised his hand, sending a low echo through the cold air as his fist met the door. They waited without a word but no noise from inside the house came, making Ludwig knock again. Still nothing, Kiku tried the doorbell.

"Do you think Arthur left?" Japan commented softly.

"No, I don't think so after how he acted yesterday. Besides, his car is still here. Why would he walk when it's raining like this?" Germany muttered. "We have to make sure he's okay. If Alfred did come back and was as drunk as you said, Italy, something bad may have happened here. Let's just…" His pale hand turned the doorknob, surprised it was actually unlocked. With this discovery, he pushed the door open and let himself in, his two friends behind him.

"Arthur!" He called. "It's Ludwig! And Kiku and Feliciano as well!" But as expected he didn't get a reply. So, he began to search for the Englishman. Surprisingly, it didn't take long.

"Lud, Feli, I found him. He's asleep on the couch." Kiku motioned for them to join him in the living room where the pale Englishman was laying still curled up and holding the black box tightly.

"That's the ring Alfred picked out for him." Italy noticed.

"It doesn't look like he's wearing it because he and Alfred made up though. Where is that Yankee anyway?" Ludwig muttered as Kiku pushed on Arthur's arm, trying to wake him up. The Englishman's skin was unnaturally pale and a light grey tinted the unhealthy color. Dark circles hung under his closed eyes and his hair was messy and uncombed.

"England, please, wake up. England," Japan nudged his arm more, making the man moan and look over with bloodshot eyes.

"Kiku, what are you…?"

"We came to check on you, Arthur." The Asian man muttered softly, giving the other a small smile. "Do you want something, tea maybe?"

It took a few moments, but slowly England moved so he was in a more proper position and sat up. "If you don't mind Kiku, I'm sorry to ask it of you but my head is aching so..." he mumbled tiredly, running a hand through his tangled, blonde hair.

"I don't mind, Arthur. I'll be right back." Standing back up, Kiku made his way towards the kitchen to make said tea. No words were spoken between the other three while Ludwig sat on the couch with Arthur and Feliciano placed himself in one of the chairs.

"Here you go," England took the cup of tea steaming in the cold fingers, bringing the hot liquid to his lips.

"So, Arthur," Kiku sat in the other chair, closest to the Englishman. "Did Alfred come by last night?"

Now, all three of the guests stared over at the pale man who watched the tea on the glass cup. "Yes. But he left soon after he got here. He just…wanted to give me the ring."

Italy smiled happily, though he was the only one. "Does that mean you're going to get-?"

"No. He just wanted to give it to me because he didn't want it anymore. He probably would've just thrown it away if he hadn't come over to tell me to forget it. He doesn't want to be with me anymore." The Brit mumbled into the glass, and the Italian grin turned into a sad frown.

"Where is he now?" Japan asked, but only received a slow shrug.

"I don't know. I tried to follow him as he left but I couldn't even see with all the rain and wind so I had to come back in."

"We need to find him. It was probably just the beer talking." Ludwig suggested.

"No…the things he said…you didn't hear him…it was things he had been keeping bottled up for centuries." His breath was warm now and glided over his thin finger as he spoke, holding the cup close to his lips. "Find him if you want but it's over now. He doesn't want me anymore and now…I don't blame him anymore. I never realized I hurt him as much as I thought he hurt me, but it's too late now so just go if you want but there's really no point."

Again, silence pierced the air and the only movement was Arthur sipping his tea without another word.

"Feliciano, I think it's time we go. Kiku, you'll stay here with Arthur?" Germany stood, grabbing the Italian's hand gently to get him up too. He looked over, and after the shorter man nodded, the German pulled his boyfriend out of the house. "We have to find Alfred."

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Then, getting back into the car, the two drove around the city of London in search for one man in a mass of millions. Ludwig had called Prussia, telling him everything and getting his brother to inform everyone else.

"Al won't answer his cell phone." Italy whined, hanging up his phone for the sixth time as the American's voicemail rang in his ear once again. "How are we supposed to find him? Even if all of us look, he might be on a plane back home by now."

But he didn't get an answer, just a serious look from his lover as his blue eyes stared out of the window.

Hours passed, and everyone ended up helping look for the American.

Ludwig and Feliciano tried looking in the McDonalds, a burger King, and other food establishments. No luck until they drove past a park, seeing wrapper after wrapper of McDonalds litter on the ground, trailing through the grass.

"There's no way…" The blonde muttered, getting out of the vehicle since the anxious Italian urged him to stop.

"There's no harm looking! Even if it is a long shot!" He had argued, jumping out of the car and running to follow the nasty trail of grease covered papers.

Sure enough, the path led to the only man in the entire world who could eat that much fast food. The American was in an even worse state than the Brit was, sleeping sprawled in the shade of towering trees, laying on a park bench hidden behind the tall plants. His clothes were still soaked from walking in the rain and the wrinkled fabric pressed against his dirty form. Crumbs and dirt mixed on his front side, mud clung to him from the bottom of his shoes all the way to his mid-calves, soaking his pant legs in a thick, brown mess. His eyes had dark circles just like the other and his hair was in just as bad shape.

"Al!" Italy chimed, running through the bushes to him and shaking him awake.

This startled the other though and his head beat painfully with the abrupt awakening. "Ohh, God! Damn, my head hurts!" He complained, sitting up and looking around to see what had disturbed him. "Huh? What? Feli, what are you doing he-ow! Jeez…"

"Better question, what are you doing here, America?" Germany but in, making the dirty blonde look up at him.

Alfred scoffed and put his hand over his left eye as he leaned on it. "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm not giving a fuck."