Alrighty! I'm working on this the night before school starts…so who knows how nice this may end up…

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I am working on getting British slang…but I'm somewhat half-assing it…if you have suggestions please tell me!

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It had taken some bickering and yelling, but almost an hour after Alfred had announced his attacker Arthur stood at his front door with a suitcase full of essentials.

"You all ready now?" The golden haired man asked, fidgeting with his cell phone.

"…Yes, I am. Am I to assume I will be traveling alone, or will you be coming with me?" He really hoped the American would be coming; it would be suicide to stay behind or even worse, go to Russia himself.

"Umm…" The cell phone was quickly swept into a back pocket as the younger male pulled the older into a quick kiss. "I can't come with you Artie. I really wish I could…but it's too late at this point. Ivan probably knows I'm here now. Coming with you would be like leading him straight to you and Mattie."

Blushing profusely at the intimate act, the sandy blonde pulled out of the embrace. "I will not leave you behind. If Ivan's done this much already, who knows what else he will do to you!" His emerald eyes flashed with anger now.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, Artie. I'm strong! Besides," Now the oblivious fool had moved into one of his signature "Hero" stances, legs spread wide, one hand on his hip while the other was giving a thumbs-up at eye level. "I'm the hero! I will not allow my beloved damsel to get hurt. Heroes always go through peril to protect the ones they love!"

At that remark a solid smacking noise reverberated across the room. "You moron! This isn't one of your idiotic video games! There are no extra lives, no save points to return to! Accompany me to Matthew's home!" The small blonde was huffing now, frustration now painting his cheeks pink.

"B-But Artie! I'm telling you the truth! There isn't a way for me to get away from Russia! At least not right now…but don't worry! I'll find a way to come see you and Matt. Just go for now! I promise I'll see you again."

Matthew had been sitting in his kitchen, eating his dinner (which was pancakes and maple syrup of course!) when there was a brash knock on his door.

"I wasn't expecting any visitors anytime soon…probably Alfred, eh?" The quiet blonde had picked up his teddy bear-sized polar bear, Kumajiri…or was it Kumashiru, and headed for the door.

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"Who?" The small bear asked, rubbing it's face.

The Canadian was about to respond when another knock came, this one much more forceful. Either his company was being chased by a psychotic killer, or they were the most impatient person in the world.

Seeing who it was, he had to admit it was the latter of the two.

Before him stood a very harried-looking, large- browed Englishman. He had to admit that he always thought Arthur looked a bit upset, like he was trying to hold back a deep desire to cry (he had always been good with seeing other people's emotions since he was small), but at the moment he could almost swear he saw streak marks left by tears on the other's cheeks.

"A-Arthur? Is something wrong?"

Without replying, or perhaps he just hadn't heard him, Arthur walked into the large house. He bit his lip and looked around quickly.

Taking a deep breath Matthew spoke again. "Arthur!"

The emerald-eyed man jolted and turned to look at the other. "Ahhh…I-I am so sorry Matthew. I did not really notice you were there…"

The long-haired blonde simply shook his head before smiling. "It's alright. I'm kind of used to it by now…but…why are you here?"

"I'm not all too sure of the reason myself." Arthur shrugged sheepishly, an apologetic look plastered on his face.

"You…don't know why you came to my house? Were you going to see Alfred and accidently booked the wrong flight?" This had happened before, except the Englishman had been meaning to come visit Matthew and had instead ended up in New York.

At Alfred's name the older man shook his head sadly. "No…Alfred told me to come see you. Pleaded would be a more precise word in this case, I suppose. He wasn't making much sense."

The Canadian tilted his head to the side, his curl rolling after. "Alfred, as in the United States of America, begged you to come visit me?"

After his former caretaker nodded Matthew sighed. Had Alfred really listened when he had told him about how lonely he sometimes got? The flaxen-haired man was lost in thought when he heard a slight mumble coming from where Arthur stood.

"What was that?" He really hoped the sandy blonde wouldn't get upset at him.

"I said that Alfred was in quite a state when he came to my house…he looked like he had just received a beating and told me it was Ivan who put him in that condition." The green eyed male was staring at the floor, looking as if he was inspecting the floorboards.

"WHAT? Why didn't you say this right away?" Matthew yelped, shaking the other quickly.

"I tried to! A few times! It's not my bloody fault that your attention span is about the same as the idiot's!" Arthur shot back, slapping the hands from his shoulder. "He was acting absurd! Saying Ivan could know everywhere he went and that I had to come here."

The violet-eyed man had rushed to his laptop before he even heard the end of the other's sentence. He quickly pulled up a search site, one that belonged to him and not his brother, and pulled up a world map.

"Ar-Arthur…you may want to come see this. Now."

Hearing the urgency in his tone, the Englishman nearly sprinted to the small computer. "This is a computer?" He asked incredulously, receiving an exasperated groan from it's owner.

"Of course it is. It's a small computer, a laptop…but that's not important at the moment! Look, check the USA land…"

Arthur was about to ask what a laptop was when his mouth dropped open. "What the bollocks?"

There on the map about half of the globe was colored in red, America included. A quick look at the legend told the tale simply. Red was the color of Russia and its' territories.

It was amazing really, how many spots were now red; Korea, Hungary, most of the Nordic countries, almost all of Japan, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Belgium, Spain, Lichtenstein, Turkey, and France. That was of course, not mention The United States of America, Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia, Ukraine and Belarus.

The two nations shivered and stared in silence until 'God Save the Queen' began playing loudly.

Arthur pulled out his phone quickly and answered it, his voice shaky.

"H-Hello?" The voice on the other side of the phone was raspy and was barely a whisper, which meant it was extremely difficult to hear, considering who it was.

The Brit's face paled as he continued to listen and after a few minutes he cringed. "I'll be there as soon as we can be. Please hold on until then." Clapping the mobile device closed he walked over to his luggage and began desperately rummaging, flinging articles of clothing and lavatories every which way.

"Who was it?" Matthew asked, starting to get worried.

Pulling out a hand pistol and loading it the Englishman replied with a stoic face.

"Kiku. He needs my help."

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Alright then! Umm, there is the end of the first real chapter of "Don't Get Lost in the Shuffle".

I apologize for it's shortness! I'll try to make them longer from now on!

As for the countries included…I really don't feel up to making OC's, so I know he doesn't really own that much of the world.

As for why he chose who he did…that should be explained in the next chapter~

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