A/N: Okay, to those of you who have read You Make Me Smile (and if you haven't, you should!) I know I should be updating that, but this is my current inspiration so yeah... Don't know if I'll finish it, but the idea got stuck in my head so I had to. No translations for this chapter. I don't own Hetalia.

Warnings: Russia's sadistic, America swears, and France is just France.

~England~EPOV~England~

"France, you bloody frog!" I'm absolutely furious! That bastard almost made us miss the plane and to make it even worse, he had to sit next to me! Bloody hell, I'd rather sit with Russia than with the rapist!

"Oh honhonhon, Angleterre, tell me, what on earth did I do to make you so mad? Is there anything I can do to make it…better?" France asks, reaching for my crotch.

"No!" I yell and slap his hand away, causing what seemed like the entire plane to look at us. I turned away from France as my cheeks flushed, and was forced to endure his laughter and groping the rest of our horribly long flight to Salt Lake City. I stared out the window, wishing I could jump out of it. Anything would be better than this.

~America~APOV~America~

I couldn't believe I had to sit next to the fucking Commie! My boss can go fuck himself for all I care. We did not need to form a "stronger alliance" or whatever the hell he'd been talking about. And anyway, a fucking ski trip was not going to make me friends with the Commie! And then France almost made us late, and then the Commie had to sit next to me! Like, what the fuck! At least the ski trip was to my country, not, like, whoever that was up there… Tim? Mark? Oh, yeah, Matthew… Canada. Yeah, at least we weren't going there, it's freezing up there and stuff. I glared at the Commie as he put his creepy coat up in the luggage thingamajigger. Huh, who knew? He really wasn't fat. Actually, he looked kinda… cool. Oh no, I couldn't think this about the Commie! Quick, say something insulting!

~Russia~RPOV~Russia~

"Hey, Commie! What's it like going through security and being stopped because you're trying to bring a suitcase full of weapons?" I turned around to find that idiot America smirking at me as if he'd just said the greatest insult on earth.

" A lot like going through security and being stopped because you're trying to bring a suitcase full of hamburgers and Coke." That shut him up. Really, America was not that hard to be around, as long as you could tolerate his stupidity.

I closed the overhead bin and sat down, ignoring my companion's grimace. If he didn't like sitting next to me, he should have switched seats with someone. England, for one, looked like he'd rather be anywhere but next to France. I suspected I'd be the only one actually enjoying the ski trip- especially since I was probably the best skier among the five of us. There's a lot of snow and cold in my country, and the Ural Mountains are great for skiing, however Salt Lake City in Utah is even better. I hated to admit America topped me in anything, but in that respect he did have the advantage. It'd be fun to compete on the slopes with him- that is, if we ever got there. Firstly, America overslept and we were forced to wait for him at the airport in London (our bosses had decided we should meet there before flying together to Utah), then France decided that he had to completely repack his luggage because he'd bought several bottles of wine in Duty-Free, then China complained the entire time about how the English food was bad, the airport food worse, and the airplane food terrible. If they hadn't taken away my knife they'd all be dead by now, but English airports have security so no such luck. Ah, well. I still had my pipe in my suitcase, so if they annoyed me in Utah, well…

A/N: Nothing to say but review! And pairings are FrUK and RusAme, obviously. No idea what to do with China but make the other four drive him crazy. Now... Review/Follow/Fave and check out my other story You Make Me Smile! XOXO