Fifty Times

Summary: America takes England on a "romantic" road trip through the fifty states of America… Series of interlocking one-shots. Humor, yaoi

A/N: If there are any suggestions/requests for a particular state, please leave them in a review or PM them to me! I've been to a very limited number of states myself (mainly ones around the Midwest), so I apologize if there are any inaccuracies. The point of this fanfiction, like Hetalia, is to poke fun at stereotypes and the like; I'm going to be making fun of my own two native states, as well, so I hope I don't offend anyone. Enjoy the Prologue to Fifty Times!

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Prologue: Rainy Day (London)

Rain pattered against the windowpanes, the steady rhythm soothing and comforting. England inhaled the sweet scent of his tea, letting the aroma take over his senses and calm him. he took a tentative sip, wincing slightly at the hot temperature before taking another minute sip. The porcelain warmed his hands, warm from the semi-boiling water he'd poured into it a few minutes before. The warm drink was a welcome combatant against the brisk English weather, and the gentleman sighed in pleasure as he took another sip. Nothing could ruin this day.

At least, that's what he thought until America burst in through his side door, not even bothering to knock. "Sheesh! It's raining cats and dogs out!" the taller blonde complained, shaking his head like a wet dog. He kicked off his shoes, and Arthur felt a sizeable eyebrow twitch in irritation as one landed on the floor he had just washed the night before, a good amount of grime smearing across the entryway.

"Is there a reason for this surprise visit?" England asked, attempting to reign in his anger. "And, in addition, what is the reason for getting mud all over my clean floors?"

America waved it off. "Awe, come on, England. It's just a little dirt. It never hurt anyone."

"Says the one who dirtied it. Now I have to clean. Again."

"That can wait until later!" America said, smiling widely with an odd glint in his eyes. England knew that look, and he didn't like it. This particular smile meant that the American had something planned—plotted, he corrected himself. England knew he had approximately twelve seconds to come up with some sort of excuse—the Queen was ill, the Prime Minister needed his help with a bill, he had a polo game with Prince William, anything. Before he could get the excuse past his lips, America killed his hopes of escaping whatever the Yankee had planned when his mouth opened again.

"Let's go on a road trip!"

"A what?" England asked, staring at him evenly. America could not be serious.

"A road trip," America repeated brightly. "You know! Take a car, and just drive places!"

"I know what a road trip is, you git," England replied testily. "But I'd like for you to properly explain why you would like to go on one."

"Because! You're always working, Arthur," America replied, switching to England's human name. Damn. England hated it when he did that. It made him want to give into his stupid plans all the more. "I already talked with your boss, and he said a break for you would be a good idea!"

England sputtered indignantly. "You did what?"

"Your boss is totally cool with it," America laughed. "And I saved up vacation time, too! So starting tomorrow, you have a whole year off! Isn't that awesome?"

Arthur could tell that his former colony was exceedingly excited about this. But he couldn't give in. Even if his boss said that this "road trip" was acceptable, he was still needed. He was the United Kingdom, after all…

"Please, England?"

"I can't! I have a job to do here, even if my boss says I can just go off on a holiday for a year!" England replied indignantly.

"Come on! We never spend any time together!" America protested.

"We do, too!" England retorted. "We see plenty of one another, America."

"Going back to your place after world meetings and sleeping together doesn't count, Arthur," America stated, shaking his head. "We're lovers, aren't we? So we should do other things that lovers do!"

"Th-that's—!" England cut off, feeling his entire face heat up in a brilliant red blush. "Don't be stupid, America! Just because we don't go around skipping and acting 'lovey-dovey' doesn't mean…"

Oh, God. No.

This was entirely unfair.

America was using the puppy eyes.

As soon as the "Puppy Eyes" technique came into play, England knew that he had already lost. He would not give in. He could not. He refused.

"…I'll pack my bags," England sighed. He resigned himself to the fate of being stuck in a small vehicle with America. For an extended period of time. Alone.

What a joy this "vacation" was going to be.

~*~*~*~USUK~*~*~*~

A few hours later, England watched his beloved London grow smaller and smaller as they rose out of the airport. Eventually, it turned into a small toy town, rather than a metropolis. England looked at Big Ben forlornly, wondering just what America had in store for him. "Where are we going on this… 'road trip' of yours, anyway?" England asked irritably. It was the middle of America's winter, and he knew how the weather was in most of America's lands during this time of year. He hated the extreme cold of the Northern states.

"We're going all around the US of A," America explained briefly, not bothering to embellish. "To every one of the fifty states!"

England instantly regretted giving in. This "road trip" was going to be Hell.