Gilbert just looked at her for answers.

Arthur felt hopeless. He was afraid no one was coming for him.

"Thank you, Ivan..." She felt a bit better, but not entirely. She hung up and looked to Prussia. "Russia is after him..." She sighed and got out of the car. "Come on... we'd better just start walking to the nearest business or something."

Russia drove fast enough to pull up beside France's car, and her rolled his own windows down before pulling a pistol out and shooting across, only to shatter the glass. "France, I do believe you should pull over, da?" He was emitting an evil aura that could be felt from miles away.

Prussia nodded and followed. "Alright love."

Francis laughed. "Should I?" I don't know about that." Francis grabbed a handful of Arthur's hair and pulled him close, holding a gun to his temple and driving with one hand. "Hmmm!?!" Arthur mumbled.

"Francis. You'll lose your chance with him if you do that." Russia said simply. "Do you not see you are hurting him? He doesn't love you." He was really only buying time. He may not be the most liked country, but it seemed a lot of people liked that Vixan and Arthur were happy and would help them. "You can't force love on someone." three more cars came up and boxed Francis' in with a diamond formation, Russia on the right, Hungary on the left, Germany in front in an armored car and one of Vixan's military leaders bringing up the rear. "We really don't want to do this Francis." A trained marksman in the Vinozian vehicle aimed carefully down the sight of a sniper rifle from the sunroof of the car, ready to shoot the gun out of France's hand when given the signal/

Francis very quickly shot Arthur before even giving warning, though he missed his head, getting him in the shoulder. "HMMM!!" Arthur screamed through the cloth. "If I can't have him no one can!" He screamed and nearly crashed the car.

The sniper shot Francis in the shoulder and Germany attempted to slow Francis down by he himself slowing down, only leaving France the option of crashing into him or one of the others. "Snow, get me closer!" The sniper said, jumping up on the roof of the car. The Vinozian vehicle got as close to Francis' car as possible and she shot the back pane of glass, breaking it then slipping through and putting France in a choke hold, gun and knife held against his skin. "Slow the fuck down asswipe!"

Francis glanced over at Arthur who was bleeding out all over the leather seats, making a mess. The Englishman looked really close to fainting and Francis shot him again, this time hitting his leg. "I'll kill him!" He threatened until the knife was held to his throat, making him gradually slow the vehicle for his own sake. It came to a halt and Arthur tried to keep his eyes open as things became hazy.

The sniper yanked the gun from France and she forced the gear into park and slammed the emergency brake down, forcing the vehicle to stop. "You're a fucking disgrace." Immediately, everyone else stopped and Hungary and the other Vinozian rushed to England's side.

England tried to make out the shapes around him, grumbling into the cloth on his mouth. He wasn't sure if he was safe or if Francis was above him or if he was dead. He was so confused. Francis was crying like a big frog baby, yelling about how Arthur was his and was destined to be a Bonnefoy.

"Arthur, stay with us!" Elizaveta said as Germany came and moved him into the back of his car, ungagging him before getting in the driver's seat. Hungary sat in the back tending to the wounds the best she could as they drive to the hospital.

"You messed with the wrong countries France." Russia said, tying him up and putting him in the back seat of his own car and driving off to take him to a jail.

The sniper took off her hat, revealing her raven black hair and got in the Vinozian car to drive and find Vixan and Gilbert. It didn't take them long to find them at all. She stuck her head out the window. "Hey sweet ass!" She yelled to Prussia "You and Mrs. Vixan need a lift?"

Arthur kept mumbling in the car, talking to Elizaveta. He was saying a bunch of things that didn't make since, and cried out for Vixan multiple times. He was delirious with pain, his shoulder and leg burning. The loss of blood made him crazy.

Francis tried to get away from Russia, still attempting to get to Arthur who he claimed was his live and a bunch of other mushy crap. He was convinced that he'd had the right to claim Arthur for his own property.

Gilbert looked at the woman and gave a slight smirk. "I know you just heard what she called me." He said, grinning at Vixan toothily. "Yeah, we need a ride, and Arthur's gonna be pissed when he sees what happened to his car."

"Vixan will be with you as soon as possible Arthur, just relax..." She wiped the blood away, working feverishly as Germany drove fast.

"You have no right to Arthur. He is his own country, he can do things on his own. You can't have him if he doesn't want you to have him"

"Shut it Gil." She shoved him and they both got in. "Where is Arthur??" She asked, worry painting her voice again. "W-well..." Raven started, "F-France was really distraught... You'll see him soon though." The drive turned them around and drove off toward the hospital Arthur was being taken to.

Arthur tried his best to remain calm. He was very close to just letting himself black out due to the pain. He closed his eyes, hoping he'd feel better of he slept.

Francis looked pouty. "Why do you have to say that?" He whined. "You and I are kind of alike, right Ivan? You want all to become one with you? Well, I want Arthur to become one with me."

Gilbert didn't like the sound of that. "Distraught? What did the bastard do?"

"Stay awake Arthur.. Please stay awake." She said softly. She pulled her phone out and called Vixan

"I may want it, but I do not try to force it. My sister and Arthur are one now, and that, is all that matters in this situation." He said simply.

"He got a bit nutter-butter with a gun..." She said. "He fucking what?!!" Vixan said as her phone rang. She picked it up. "Eliza? What...? Okay... Put the phone to his ear..." She waited a moment to hear an okay from Hungary. "Arthur... Arthur baby, please stay awake.. Listen to me, okay? I want you to stay awake...."

Francis beat against the seat. "Damn it! As demented as you are, you can't understand me wanting one person?!" He demanded. He was crazed by the fact he couldn't have Arthur.

England perked a little at the sound of Vixan's voice. "Vinozia.." He murmured into the phone. "Where are you...?" He was slurring like a drunk man. "I don't want to stay awake. It hurts to stay awake." His speak got slower and slower. "There's blood everywhere. I think I have something in my leg...it hurts...and my shoulder too. Crazy French bastard...acting insane..." He was rambling, but still talking. "I really want some alcohol.." he said, his voice sounding whiny in the phone.

"I can understand you wanting one person, I can not understand wanting to ruin a happy relationship."

"Arthur, I'm on the way to you right now..." A tear slid down her face. "I know it hurts... But for me, stay awake... I will bring you the best beer I have when you can drink..." Another tear slid down her face, and she didn't bother to wipe it away. "Arthur, I love you..."

Francis sighed. "And to think I thought you'd understand me."

Arthur listened carefully. "Aw. I love you too. Sorry our honeymoon sucks right now." He grinned. "I'll see you soon I hope. I miss you."

"If someone you love is happy, you have to let them go. No matter how hard it hurts or tears you apart." He said, driving off the interstate.

"We'll have a proper one when you're all better. I promise. We'll go to the beach..." she sighed softly "I'll be with you soon. I promise..."

"Elizaveta." Germany said in the background. "We're here. He'll have to get off the phone."

Francis just pouted, not even listening.

Arthur cried out as the phone was taken from him and medics ran out to put him on a stretcher. He wanted his wife, and he yelled for her. The doctors took him back to a room and gave him lots of pain medication before putting him under to remove the bullets. He was also hooked up to blood transplants.

Vixan set the phone down, wanting the car to go faster. She knew after this, she would be sick of traveling so fast. She looked out the window and the second they parked at the hospital, she got out of the car and ran inside to see Ludwig and Elizaveta waiting. "Wh-where is he??" She said, the fact he could be terribly hurt looming over her.

"The doctors have him in surgery to get the bullets out. They have a room assigned for him so we can go there and wait for them to wheel him in..."

When Arthur woke from his surgery, he didn't even bother opening his eyes. He made a little sound that resembled a sigh. The morphine had him feeling simply wonderful, but he was afraid of what he'd see if he opened his eyes, so he kept them shut, waiting to hear any voices. He didn't want to be alone.

Vixan was asleep with her head resting on Arthur's bed by his uninjured leg. She moved slightly, enough to bump Arthur's leg and make her open her eyes. "Sh-shit..." She sighed and looked up at Arthur before taking his hand in her own, resting her head back on the bed.

The sound of her voice made his eyes open and he gazed at her. "Vixan." he said softly. "I was worried I wouldn't see you again. That frog is a real bastard. And to think I really cared and worried about him. Bastard." He stroked her hair.

She looked up at him, happy he was awake. "Arthur... It's fine..." She stood and moved closer so she could kiss him softly. "He's gone now..." She moved her chair and sat back down. "I was so worried... I kind of... Killed your car... You had the keys so I had to hotwire... and then it ran out of gas while Prussia and I were chasing him..." She said, exhaustion from her worry taking over her. She put her head back down. "Sorry... You were out for a few hours after the operation.. I tried to stay awake the entire time, but adrenaline wears off..."

Arthur started laughing, not able to stop. "Don't you worry about that stupid car. We can get another one. I was just so worried about you. I knew that France wanted you out of the picture and I was so afraid he'd get someone to hurt you." He kissed her. "And you should've just slept the whole time I was out. After all, I wouldn't have known."