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England did not know why he did it, why he had gotten on a plane and sat through an eight hour flight with some insufferable brat pounding the back of his seat and whining nonstop about this that and the other thing. It didn't fail to remind him of just where he was going, and who he was going there to see.

Right, America.

He had come to America, to see, well, America, and attempt to tell the git something England wasn't quite ready to admit to even himself yet. The entire excursion, he had decided, was a ridiculous idea; in fact, he had decided this about five minutes into the plane ride; but now he somehow found himself standing at the American's front door, ready to knock.

And he had been standing there for at least ten minutes.

There was certainly a reason his "feelings" for the American had come to light, not only had Francis (the bloody frog bastard) declared his love for Matthew but the boy had actually been happy about it; even Lovino had finally succumbed to the Antonio's oblivious charms Frankly, Arthur felt, well, left out.

But why had he come to Alfred's house of all places? He kept telling himself that is was perfectly acceptable for him to check up on his former colony. France certainly checked up on Mathew often enough…

But he was only going to check on the boy, not do anything that bloody pervert would be sure to do to poor Canada.

He had managed to stand there for ten minutes (twelve now) and had not been able to do more than raise his fist to the door. Maybe Alfred wasn't home; he had, after all, arrived without any warning, so it was perfectly acceptable for him to be out...

But then the door opened to the American's grinning face, and Arthur was promptly bowled over onto the ground.

"Oh! Iggy! I didn't see you there!" came that cheerfully irritating voice, "Hey, why are you on the ground, anyways?"

"Because you knocked me over you git!" England retorted swiftly. Then came that annoying laugh.

"Ahaha! It's too bad you came over now, I was just about to leave."

Being America, he failed to comprehend that he had just pushed the nation of Great Britain to the ground.

Arthur pushed himself up. "Just where are you going?"

America had walked over to his car and opened the trunk; he then proceeded to throw a suitcase inside before turning back to his newly arrived and unexpected guest.

"The states of course!" he practically yelled back, "I always visit them around this time."

Alfred had walked back to his front door, presumably to get more bags.

"I'm going with you"

America turned his head slowly towards the older man. "What?"

"Must I repeat myself?"

"I um-ah... well...Sure Iggy! I mean I don't really know why you'd want to go 'cuz you've only met the thirteen colonies but-"

"Are you going to leave me on the ground?"

At the profound realization that yes, England was on the ground, and yes, Alfred was the one who had put him there, America walked over to Arthur, grabbed his arms and pulled him up to his feet.

If Arthur didn't know any better, he'd have said that America's laugh was a nervous one.

"Bloody Hell, Alfred!"

And England was already beginning to regret what he had gotten himself into.

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Alright, first fanfic ever. I have to say I'm kind of proud of myself for finally doing this. I apologize for any grammar/spelling errors, I just don't seem to be very good at that…

Anyways, up first is Maryland and I have no idea how to start writing him/her because I've never met anyone from Maryland, ever. Great way to start, yeah?

I also keep noticing little problems and keep editing it. I don't feel like that's a good idea. x-x