(Sorry for being a day late. I tried to make this chapter a bit longer. Unfortuently, I'm not too happy with how it turned out. Sorry if it's... not written the greatest. I've been having a lot of writer's block lately, and I've got a lot of things coming up soon, so I'm a little stressed right now. Please try to bear with me. Enough of my life story XD onto the chapter!!)
(Hungary’s P.O.V)
I sat down on the couch next to Japan while the other guys walked about the room
“Where could they have gone?” England asked while he paced back and forth.
“It’s what happened in France all over again! I knew I shouldn’t have let her go without me! She was going to be fine! I was supposed to plan her birthday party!” America grumbled. Japan remained silent next to me, with Iceland moodily sitting in a chair. This was just perfect. We had all arrived to find them all missing. I could only imagine what France would do if he found out…
Lib’s words still rang in my ears, even though her call had come a few days ago.
Tajh wanted us to stay in Spain longer.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around why. Could she be stressed out due to everything that’s going on in India currently? Trying to calm everyone down, and fix order is extremely difficult right now. Especially after the murder of that inmate. Did she meet someone else in Spain? No. She couldn’t move on that quick. Or… could she? She had strong feelings for me, didn’t she? Didn’t I? What if she hated me? It wasn’t MY fault! It truly wasn’t!
“It’s these stupid gay marriage laws!”
“Hungary-san?” Japan asked. I quickly realized I had said that outloud.
“It’s nothing.”
“But-“
“Nothing. Now, what are we going to do about the group going missing?” I asked while I stood up.
“Unfortunately, we have no idea what happened after Maple and Lib called us.” England sighed.
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