"Yes I mother-effing know that." She said. "You'll get to my house faster though. Go get my guns and load." She really regretted not packing heat to begin with, but she really didn;t think it would be necessary. "I got a frog to kill."

He nodded though she couldn't see him. "Alright. I'll load 'em up." He went off to her house, and got down some of her heavier fire arms. "Do you vant me to come vith you. I've got good aim."

"I'd like the back-up." She said as she gunned her way down the highway. "I will fucking declare war on that ass if he doesn't comply."

Prussia agreed. "Yeah. He's off his nut apperatly. What if it wasn't him?"

Arthur woke slowly and groaned. "Francis.." He called and the man was there withinf seconds. "Aw, you're awake my love." He kissed him tenderly much to Arthur's disgust.

"Then I will hunt down every fucking one." She said simply. "I'll see you in a moment." She hung up and sped down the street that lead to her house, drifting into a park in the front yard. She honked the horn to get Prussia to come outside

Prussia came running out, carrying to semi automatic guns. He got in the passenger side. "Let's ride." He demanded.

She peeled off the road, going well over the speed limit toward France's house. "That god forsaken frog." She called the man, knowing he wouldn't answer.

Prussia held the gun in his lap. "Yeah. He's an ass."

Arthur struggled against Francis. "Hey! Chill. What the hell is wrong with you ya bloody git?!"

She slammed the phone shut and threw it in the back seat. "Dammit!" She tightened her grip on the steering wheel

"Vix. He'll be fine." Prussia assured here.

"I don't trust that man. He hits on anything that breathes! Big bruder and Italy told me about when he got arrested on Halloween for saying, and I quote "trick or treat? I'll give you a trick and the treat is my crotchmonster!"'

Prussia sighed "It is ok Vixan. It's going to be ok. He's a big boy and Francis isn't stupid enough to try anything."

"I don't care..." She said, drifting to be parked in France's driveway. "You wait here with the guns." She reached back and grabbed her phone. "If I call. Get your ass in there." She got out of the car and went to the door, deciding to be polite and knocking.

Gilbert nodded, having his cell ready.

Francis heard the knocks but ignored them. "Oh, my sweet Arthur. My sweet, sweet, Arthur. I love you so much.." He hummed and kissed him again. "Let's just ignore the interruptions ok?"

"Okay, play time is over." She took a step back and kicked the door in, breaking it. "Francis!!" Get your ass over here right now!"

"Ah. It appears your girlfriend has arrived." He said and grabbed Arthur, slingin him over his arm. He gaged him and when out to his car, throwing Arthur in. "Come on my love." He hit the gas, driving away.

Gilbert gasped, seeig the car go swinging out. He called Vixan. "Hurry! You have the keys. Get out here!"

She ran out and got in. "I don't have fucking keys. It's hotwired!" She drove off after them, not caring to buckle up. "Gil, call Russia. Get him to help."

"Crap." He said softly. "I'm sorry. I though you had the keys." He called Russia. "Ivan. We need your help. Francis has kidnapped Arthur."

"I'll be right there." The Russian said, before hanging up and driving out.

"That asshole..." Hate burned in Vixan's eyes. "Go faster you fucking car!" She tried to force it to go faster, but she was already at top speed.

Gilbert held the armrest nervously. "God. You're going fast." He couldn't see the car that Francis was in.

Francis hit the gas, going as fast as his sports car could manage. "Good thing we have a full tank of gas sweetheart. That makes getting away easy. Oh, we'll have such a great honeymoon my dear. I love you." Arthur glared, not able to speak through his gag.

She glanced at the gas tank's gauge, the meter almost on E. "GOD DAMMIT!" she slammed the gas pedal down, not that it would do much of a difference.

Gilbert sighed. "I hope Russia gets here soon. His car is fast."

Arthur felt tears coming out of his eyes. He wanted out of here. He wondered if anyone even knew what happened to him.

The car began to slow down and Vixan groaned, pulling off to the side of the road as the car died. "Dammit, dammit, dammit..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she lost sight of France's car. "Dammit..." She let her head fall against the wheel. A car zoomed by them, and her phone rang.

Prussia frowned and tried to comfort her. "I'm sure it'll turn out ok.." He wasn't convinced.

"R-right..." She sighed and answered her phone. "hello....? You've reached Vixan...."

"Little sister, he's in the canary yellow car going over a hundred, da?" Russia asked, no bothering to worry over her tone.

"Y-yeah..."

"Don't worry then sister, You'll have him back soon."