"Ok.." He said softy

"So, relax." Se leaned across and kissed his cheek

He tried to act calm, though his heart was pounding.

"Arthur... I know you're worried about him..." She sighed. "Maybe we shouldn't go on our honeymoon until you can just relax..." She didn't want the occasion to be ruined for him by worry, and knowing England, he'd continue worrying.

"N-No! I mean..just..ugh..I'll be fine.." He didn't want to screw this up with his negative personality.

"Are you sure? I want you to be okay during our honeymoon..." She was worried about him

He nodded. "Yeah. Im fine."

"Okay...." She wasn't entirely convinced, but she may as well trust him

Arthur was quiet, tuning on the radio as he drove.

'Way to go Vix... You ruined the honeymoon yourself...' SHe thought, internally sighing as she looked out the window.

Arthur looked a her with concern. "Hey...you ok..?" He asked quietly.

"I shouldn't have brought him up. I should've just stayed quiet." She said softly

"Vixan. It's fine, in sure we'll get in touch with him, and then we'll have no reason to worry."

She nodded. "Of course... You're right..." She smiled softly

He smiled and stopped by a rest stop. "Let's rest a bit. Does that sound good?"

She smiled. "Sure..."

Arthur got out and stretched. "Come on darling. I wouldn't want my baby doll getting stiff."

She got out of the car and stretched, popping her back several times.

Arthur was ready to get a bite to eat. "Hey, I'm going up to the vending machines. Do you want anything?"

"A soda or something... I'm not hungry..."

He nodded and got his billfold, walking up to where they were.

A hand closed over Arthur's shoulder and he jumped, afraid to turn around. "Hello Arthur." It was a soft voice with a heavy French accent. "Francis." He said immediately and the frenchman laughed softly. "I hoped you'd recognize me." A soft kiss was delivered to the lobe of Arthur's ear and he jerked back slightly. "Francis..." He warned, but the man didn't seem to notice the threat. "I love you Arthur. You're supposed to be mine." He kissed the side of England's neck, making him go stiff. "Francis. I said no. Besides, I'm married to my own Mrs. Kirkland." Francis snaked an arm around his waist tightly. "You were always supposed to be a Bonnefoy Arthur. And you still will be." He yanked Arthur towards his car, making him faint as he held a cloth to his nose and mouth. No one was around to see it.

After about ten minutes, Vixan chose to go check to see where Arthur was. When she couldn't find him, her eyes flashed and she went to the car to get her phone to call him, only to see his beside her's. "Gott verdammnt!" Rage flashed in her eyes and she called Gilbert.

Gilbert answered the phone. "Hello. Zis is Ze awesome Prussia."

"Arthur is missing." She said, getting in the driver's seat and punching the steering wheel when I see the keys aren't there. "Shit! Gimme a moment." Vixan popped the control panel out and hotwired the car before picking the phone back up. "Back." She said, tearing out from the parking lot and speeding off.

"Und vhy did you call me..?" He asked, not seeing how he could help in this situation. "Just a theory. Do you think Francis may have him? You know he proposed to him not long ago right?"