A/N: I swear, this will be short. Just wanted to say three things. One, credit goes to the owner of the picture. I cannot find you! But if it's yours, please, say something! I also Just want to say every ship is in this story, however, I personally prefer USUK, Franada, FrUS, and AmeCan. America Harem! Haha, he's just too shippable! I'm sorry if it's a bit more biased towards that, but I have a hard time adding the others. More Franada is sure to come, don't worry! And, three, I do not own Hetalia, so copyright or whatever, this is just a fanfiction. It's so weird to do that. Regardless, enjoy!

"I thought I already told you no!"

"Ah, but your eyes said yes!"

"No they didn't!"

"I hate to interrupt, but I fear to say they kind of did." Interjected Matthew, blushing heavily. Arthur and Alfred were arguing again. Not even arguing, playfully bickering. That was how they communicated nowadays. Francis said it was a reliever of the sexual tension, which only made Matthew more embarrassed.

It was the 21st century, 2016 to be exact. Which meant it was Alfred's turn to force the FACE family to tour USA. They would be making pit stops wherever Alfred insisted, much to everyone's displeasure. When Arthur and Francis complained, Alfred merely reminded them that it wasn't his fault that they had such small countries. Unfortunately, with this logic, no one could really argue.

They were starting on the east coast. In Maine, and Francis was greatly appreciative of the beautiful area. Claiming it was gorgeous like his home. Luckily, passing through, they didn't experience any thunderstorms. Alfred decided they would go fishing, and stay at shady motels. Which resulted in this:

"Um, guys, I caught a lobster." Matthew said, pulling his net out of the water. "It's alive, what do I do?"

Alfred beamed at him. "What you're supposed to do! We will cook it and eat it!" Matthew looked mortified.

"That's a jolly good idea, I fancy that I-"

Francis covered his mouth. "No. You will not be doing any cooking Angleterre." Matthew silently snickered at the elder nation, who looked like an upset cat about to arch its back and hiss. Alfred on the other hand let out his usual boisterous laugh, turning heads from the others in the area. "I will be in charge of cooking." Francis informed them, and they were off in a matter of moments.

"Damn you frogface!"

Needless to say, dinner was exquisite. But that didn't mean it wasn't a hassle. First was the steaming, which was followed by the boiling of it. Arthur and Alfred were sent out of the house, because, according to Francis, they killed the 'good food' vibe. Matthew argued, 'it was fine, they weren't that bad.' And as soon this rule was implanted, Alfred took advantage of the system, and tried to cover the lobster with chocolate while Arthur attempted to get out his miniature frier. No one knew why he even had packed it. The best way to put it, was the two were booted out of the room quickly.

Eventually the meal was cooked, and the FACE family was back in action. They were gathered around the table. Which wasn't much of a table, in fact it was rather shabby. Arthur was about 110% certain that there were maggots inside of it. He didn't press the matter, a cheap hotel was best for their economies after all.

"Isn't it beautiful outside?" Francis asked dreamily.

Matthew coughed. And Arthur spoke. "Sure, outside." Because really, inside, it was trash. "Which begs the question, why aren't we outside?"

Alfred nodded, still silent because his mouth was shoved full of food. And even Alfred didn't want to waste the food that was in his mouth. It had nothing to to do with the fact that chewing with your mouth open at the table is considered inappropriate. Arthur pretended this was why, liking to think that he had raised Alfred that well.

"Because, there are bugs." Francis answered simply.

Matthew frowned. Because, that was not a sufficient answer. Matthew ate outside when there were moose warring outdoors. That never stopped him. In fact, some days he would bet with some of the neighboring people about which Moose would win. Matthew hadn't been wrong to this day. Though, that was off topic. He simply enjoyed the beautiful nature, especially here in Maine. Which still wasn't as great as Canada in his eyes.

It's not like the day was humid and full of bugs. There was a pleasant breeze from the ocean, seeing as they were on the coast. The sun shown down, and the sky was clear of clouds. Matthew and Alfred both thought it was the perfect day to be outside. Arthur just wanted to be away from the bugs he suspected be in the hotel room. Those were far worse than anything the big world could offer at this moment in this place.

"Of course, bugs. As if there are not bugs here." Arthur commented, as if it were the weather. "But of course, you'd imagine a frog like you would eat those up."

Francis stabbed his fork into the lobster and glared at Arthur. "Oh, really?" He chuckled. "Watch yourself, mon ami." A tension fell over the table. The two watched each other, neither of them eating. Even the dense nation that Alfred was caught on.

"Well, would you look at the time-" Alfred began, before he was cut off by Arthur reaching across the table and grabbing Francis by the tie. Trying to strangle him. "Goddammit Iggy!" Alfred exclaimed, trying to pull the elder nation off of the table.

"You bloody bastard! I hate going on trips with you! And you're hair products are stupid and all they do is take up the bathroom!"

Francis gasped, and Matthew watched on hesitantly. "I hope your absence in the EU helps us all prosper!"

"I hope the maggots eat your hair out!"

"I hope on the name of the queen that your crush sees you as a friend!"

Matthew mouth dropped agape. Alfred on the other hand muttered, "Rekt." And Matthew had to contain his laughter. Alfred was very good at not helping, especially situations like this. Matthew couldn't hold it any longer, and burst out laughing.

"I apologize, that was uncalled for." Matthew stated hastily, still gathering himself. He shot a look over at Alfred, who was sitting, not regretting his actions.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "You're all children, I swear it."

Alfred steadied himself. "I'm like that because of the lack of a childhood I had, and the horrific events I've suffered as nation that's only been around for 240 years." The room was full of dead silence. A heavy tension settled, and the serious atmosphere was intimidating. Arthur felt a small tide of guilt wash over him, knowing he'd gone to war with Alfred twice. "That and it makes you pissy, which is funny to no end." Arthur sighed, thank god for Alfred's immaturity.

Dinner was finished rather fast. The whole affair passed without another incident, with exception of harsh glares and muted curses. Matthew was questioning why he agreed to come along on this trip. He had paperwork to do, people to visit (if they acknowledged him), free health care to boast about... Needless to point, he had better things to do. Right? His resolve crumbled, he just wanted to spend time with these idiots. He couldn't ask for anything better. Sure, they were loud, and angry, and swore in mainly two languages at one another, and yes, he feared for his life quite a few times, but he wouldn't trade it for the rest of the world. Literally.

Alfred was getting all tucked in for bed. He had his favorite stuffed animal with him, it was a bald eagle he had named Hero. He had his favorite blanket too. One he had, had since Tino had stitched it for him. Before Arthur claimed custody. And 'brothers' or whatever. Brothers was simply a term to describe country's under same rule. Alfred liked the guy, but wasn't brother a bit of a push? "Y'all, we have two beds. What're the sleeping places?"

Francis smirked. "Angleterre, wouldn't you want to sleep with me? Honhonhon~ Oh wait."

Arthur bristled, like a cat rubbed the wrong way. He whipped around. "Frog, I will take you to the gallows."

"Alright, Francis is sleeping with me, just wanna clear that up."

"He's what?!" Arthur and Matthew exclaimed in tandem.

"Yes, Alfred, you're a handsome man, why wasn't I aware of this sudden development?" Francis asked.

Alfred blushed heavily. "Not that!" He made wild gesticulations, trying to point out, that he was not sleeping with Francis. He meant in the same bed! He would never have intercourse with that thing. Distinctly ignoring the past times it had happened. He wouldn't do it this year... Not if Alfred could help it. Okay, maybe. Francis was rather good looking, and experienced. And he didn't regret the other times... Bad Alfred! No naughty thoughts about people on the same road trip!

Arthur released a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding. Matthew beside him followed suit. Alfred couldn't have worded that any worse, and Alfred had said quite a few dumb and insensitive things in his time. Arthur and Matthew met eyes, both relieved at the latest development.

"Okay Amerique. But, if you want some, you can get some." He winked. Not at all feeling shame. Alfred was a striking man, with muscles underneath those clothes despite the burgers he frequently shoved down his throat. Obesity was highest in America after all, but so were all of the other eating disorders. Francis shuddered, Alfred would never do that. He told himself, but he would never know.

Alfred waved him off, feeling much more settled. "Anyway." He annunciated, coughing. "Matthew and Arthur should sleep next to one another, so as not to cause any issues between Francis and Arthur." He narrowed his eyes at the two of them. "I will be watching you."

Matthew looked at Arthur, who was unknowingly disappointed at not getting to sleep next to Alfred. He contemplated his choices. On one hand, he could sleep with a rational person who wouldn't grope him in his sleep every night and leave Alfred to deal with the sexual man. But the same said rational person he'd spend his nights with would long to be touched by the man in the other bed. And on the other hand he could switch off with Alfred, to numb the 'pain' for everyone. Except for Francis, but he was probably fine no matter what.

"I say we switch off." He stated. "I can't expect you to sleep with Francis every night." Arthur's eyes drifted to Matthew's, but over the years Matthew had developed a master poker face. Arthur could find no trace of emotion or subliminal message in those features. Was Matthew trying to set him up, or was he being genuine? Damn that expressionless Canadian!

Alfred smiled. "Aw, Mattie, always so considerate."

Matthew's eyes flickered for a moment. He hummed, saying nothing further. Content with the answer. Arthur was panicking inside. It was a lot like: Oh my, in the name of the queen! Matthew that bloody wanker is setting me up for disaster! What if we touch in our sleep? What if... It was a never ending stream of questions.

"But Mattie, then we don't ever get to cuddle!"

Matthew refrained from rolling his eyes. "I'm getting the strange feeling that I'll have enough cuddling during the day to hold me over for a year."

Alfred pouted. "That's where we differ!" He whined. "I need my daily dose of Matthew!"

Matthew pretended to ponder this. "Can't you, I don't know, find a method that doesn't involve physical contact?"

Alfred beamed. "Where would the fun in that be?"

Francis's eyes gleamed. Matthew was an evil mastermind. "That's alright, you can cuddle me all night." Francis suggested, and Alfred laughed. Arthur's mood of 'oh my, all my dreams are coming true' was instantly slaughtered. It quickly became, 'I will obliterate you and everyone you care about'.

Matthew saw this, and freaked out. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, none of the experiences I've ever had have prepared me for this moment. "Right... Well, I'm tired, eh." He chuckled awkwardly. "Perhaps bed is for us all."

Arthur's eyes bore into the side of Matthew's head and he felt himself shrink under the gaze. Francis snickered at the unfolding scene, and Alfred remained oblivious to the subtext. No surprise there then.

Everyone voiced their collective agreements.

"That's right! Heroes need sleep after all!"

"Beauty rest is important for moi."

"Bloody hell, whatever."

Arthur slept roughly that night, because Alfred was within the clutches of that insufferable frog. Not that Arthur would let anyone know of this. After all, it was Alfred who left him in the beginning. Maybe Francis and him were good together, after all, it was Francis that assisted Alfred in overthrowing Arthur's citizens. A bitter feeling settled in his chest as he drifted to sleep, unaware of Matthew's frustrations.

Matthew felt bad for Arthur, truly. But Matthew loved Francis and Alfred. Maybe a bit more than friendly, not that he would be noticed. He was indulging in his own self loathing in hopes it could tune out Arthur's even louder one.

Alfred slept soundly, comfortable being Francis' big spoon. It was nice to cuddle someone, he'd never really done it before. Sure, he'd engaged in intimate activities with humans, and those same illicit actions with some personifications (none of which he would name) but none of them had love. Francis' didn't really either, but Francis was the country of love, and Alfred would take what he could get for now. Until he figured out what he wanted with his life.

Francis didn't mind being snuggled. Alfred was good at it, and rather muscular. (How, Francis still couldn't figure out. That absurd amount of food shouldn't be ingested by anyone.) He also knew it made Arthur jealous, which was one step closer to his plan: Get Alfred someone to love. Francis noted that both nations were lonely people, and needed someone to love. What better than each other? Besides, Francis had, had enough of the 'unresolved sexual tension' he'd once claimed it to be, between the two. Be it about spelling, or tea, or freedom, and anything in between their teasing and arguing made Francis wonder when they would finally make out. Yeah, Francis argued with Arthur too. He realized, and that probably made it seem like he loved Arthur. He didn't hate Arthur. The other personification could be blunt, and rude, and obnoxious, but they were friends, and Francis' life would be empty without his partner in crime. Even when they didn't want to be. Francis had also laid with Arthur once or twice before, he was certainly attractive. Not what Francis wanted.

Francis was in love, he believed, with Joan. She was magnificent, and gorgeous. She was elegant and accepting. Her death was undeserving, and he hated that she was gone. When he saw her again as Lisa, he couldn't contain his joy. If anyone in the world deserved happiness in the next life, it was her. He kind of loved Antonio and Gilbert, but they were best friends. They loved each other, not romantically. He found his mind drifting to Matthew, wondering if the quiet nation loved anyone. Francis decided that he certainly loved Matthew, but he wasn't sure how.

For now though, Francis was content with laying next to Alfred, left to wonder about the world within the safety of someone else's non committed arms. It wasn't love, but Francis would wait till he found the right person.

When morning arrived, surprisingly it was Alfred who was up first. He had whipped the curtain opened, and it was now all astray. The deathly bright beams shown in the excited American's eyes, and Arthur groaned. Alfred on the other hand was excited on a new level. Today they were going to visit Old Port, and Funtown Splashtown (unknowingly to the other personifications), two main things to do in Maine. He laughed to himself, noticing that it was a funny double word.

Francis rolled onto his face, keeping his blue orbs shut, his long hair shielding him. Matthew shifted so that he was on his back, and dragged a pillow to cover his face as he let out a long yawn. The two were not ready to face the world yet, not even Alfred's usual enthusiasm could be infectious at this time in the morning. Speaking of the time, Arthur asked what it was.

"3:00 am! We have to see the entrancing sunrises." He mumbled in said trance.

Francis moaned and Matthew released a distressed whine. "I'm sure it can wait at least another hour." Matthew muttered pulling the comforter back over his slender body. Arthur who had really only spoken once coherently was on the other side of the room making cups of coffee.

"If only, once Alfred's got his mind set on something, there is no stopping him." Arthur grumbled.

Francis perked up from the his side of the room. It was his time to shine, insulting and bothering Arthur was his specialty. "You would know."

"What's that supposed to mean pepe!?" He returned.

"It's just that, Alfred was dead set on living an independent lifestyle that he branched out his resources, gathered his men, and won a war against you." Francis said simply, as if it were such a controversial topic.

Arthur gripped the creamer so hard the lid popped off. "Watch your mouth or it'll have a bruise rather soon."

Alfred glanced at Matthew who was now sitting up in bed against the headboard. Matthew returned the concerned look, and they decided to change the topic. "You know, Francis, two of the most popular memes were frogs."

Arthur and Francis scowled, speaking in turn. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Uh, well, Francis, Arthur calls you frog-"

"Speaking of which..." Arthur growled.

"Abort! Abort!" Alfred exclaimed hurriedly. "I smoked a real cigarette last week!"

Arthur's change of mood would leave anyone else with whiplash. "Alfred! What did I tell you about those things! I only used them during my punk phase, and I strongly advise you now, and have in the past that they will cause you harm!"

Matthew heaved a sigh, and glared at Francis. Francis gave him a sheepish grin, but Matthew's eyes told him that they would be having a chat later. Even though Francis was the elder of the two, Matthew felt like he was the parent supposed to scold his child for getting into fights with other kids.

"'M sorry Artie! I also..." At a loss at what to say regarding the topic. "...I considered getting a piercing like you had."

Arthur's face turned a crisp shade of red. "I-I," He sputtered with embarrassment. "Those have closed up!"

Francis smirked. "That does not mean you didn't have them." He informed mock-dutifully, enjoying Arthur's irritated expression. The mood was going to grow stormy again.

"Francis, don't you have makeup to put on?" Matthew intervened.

Francis scowled, but nodded. "I'm gorgeous, I don't need makeup."

Arthur scoffed, but was silenced by Alfred's hand covering his mouth. "Sh."

Matthew smiled brightly at Alfred, for once in his goddamn life doing something that benefitted everyone swelly. As horrible as that sounds. Well, that wasn't true. That one time during World War 2 was for the best... Or, nevermind. That was a sensitive topic for all of the allies, especially Alfred. As much as it hurt, he couldn't regret it. Matthew shook his head to rid the suddenly deep and dark thought.

Eventually the FACE family made it into the car, Arthur claiming the front, so he could change the music to whatever he wanted. Francis was in the back behind Arthur because Francis claimed he needed more legroom than Matthew. (At that Arthur pushed his seat back as far as he could. (Matthew laughed at the karma of it all.))

They arrived at Old Port around 5:00, considering their morning routine lasted quite a while. That and they had to pull over because Arthur had to, as Alfred quite eloquently put it, had to take a piss. Francis said he was PMSing and had to change his tampon. Arthur ignored the comment, but made extra sure that when he came out of the gas station he brought the grubbiest sandwich he could find.

"So, I called ahead, and guess what?!" He shouted, waiting for a response. When none came except glares and yawns, Alfred continued. "I rented us bikes so that we could bike 5 miles!"

Francis nearly spit his drink. Arthur looked ready to stab a bitch. And Matthew was ready to cry.

"It'll keep you guys fit!"

"No, I cannot, I will not make it!"

"I'm gonna die, eh."

"Bloody hell, Alfred, no way!"

Alfred grinned. "It's only five miles!"

Francis pursed his lips. "It's five o'clock in the morning, mon ami."

Alfred ignored them, and went up to the vender. He gave the lady his most charming smile, and offered his name. She blushed, and gave them their bicycles. Alfred winked at her, and told her she should, 'keep up being beautiful, even this early in the morning.' Francis was impressed, but Arthur was not.

"What the hell was that?" He asked, trying to sound neutral, but failing miserably. Matthew sent him a look. "I mean," He grunted, shaking his head. "Flirting with her? Why?"

"You don't know?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "If I knew, I wouldn't ask."

"Maine my dear!" He called, and the red haired beauty perked up.

She slid out from behind the booth. She swung her keys around her fingers, and approached the four nations. Her hair was short, and red, but she had not one freckle on her body. Her eyes a stunning blue, with a gentle flick of gold. Alfred knew why, it was her flag color. In her eyes. All of the states had it.

Arthur was reluctant, but she was a part of Alfred after all. Wouldn't that be incest? He realized with that logic, back when he owned Alfred that would have been considered incest and ignored it. They were separate people with different urges, they weren't related so their love could be a reality. Arthur lost track if he was talking about himself or Maine.

"Emma Brown, pleasure to meet you." Her voice was melodious, and Francis grinned brightly at her.

"Oui, mon amour." He purred. He shifted his eyes to meet Alfred's. "My, if all of your states are this lovely, this could be a nice trip."

"Well, half of them are males." He stated, oblivious. Matthew shook his head at Alfred's response.

Francis' grin turned predatory. "Even better." Alfred cocked his head to the left, but was ignored. "Emma, ma chère, it was a pleasure meeting you." He blew a kiss to the now blushing state, and flipped his hair.

"America, it is always so nice to speak with you."

Alfred waved her off. "Please, call me Alfred." He smiled. "Anyway, as wonderful as it to see you, I should probably go on my biking trip. Otherwise the boys might think I don't love them."

"You don't." Matthew piped up. Glaring at the hand signaling him that the entire thing wasn't important. Matthew let out an indignant huff, and ignored the rest of the company. Except for Arthur, who was still utterly destroyed at seeing how wonderful America was doing after only being around for 24o years. Historians would argue that the country was a disaster, but Alfred seemed okay, and that was good enough for now.

"Goodbye, Emma."

Everyone chimed in their good wishes, and Francis a confession of love, before they made it on their bikes. And they all had to hand it to Alfred. They rode around, and were able to see the sights, beautiful ones at that. The architecture of the buildings were beautiful, and matched the brick sidewalks. The sea was a gorgeous color and the weather began to perk up as soon as the sun was raising in the sky.

No one paid any attention the ache in their legs. They lost track of the miles they rode, to caught up in the different boats that swept through the harbor. And they all had a different feeling in their hearts. Alfred, was one of pride. His country was still beautiful, even after all these years, and it made him smile even when things grew hard. Arthur's was more ambivalent. It was bitter knowing that this was once his land, saddened, knowing Alfred needed not anything of Arthur, and happy that the country was doing so well after everything he'd gone through. Francis' heart stung with nostalgia. This land reminded him of his home, but he couldn't quite pick out what. He just soaked it up, and was comfortable. Matthew's face was overtaken in a benevolent smile, and wished the best for Alfred in his future.

"Isn't it nice?"

Immediately, Arthur, and his tsundere ways, had him decline. "Not at all. I'm sure I could have something this beautiful anytime."

Francis snorted. "You already lost your chance."

"I wasn't talking about you, wanker!"

Francis smirked. "I wasn't talking about me, either."

Matthew stared them both down. "I think it's gorgeous, eh." Alfred beamed his way, and blatantly ignored the two arguing nations. "When you two are done reminding us of sex ed, and hormones, we'd like to enjoy this morning."

Arthur scowled. "It's not like that at all!"

Francis nodded in agreement. "I never agree with Angleterre, and for once he has a point! I'd never lower myself to that. I have some standards!"

Alfred yawned, wondering if he should've brought Japan instead.

"Oh really? You didn't seem to think that during 1697 during the Nine Wars makeup sex!" Arthur countered.

Matthew turned bright red, and Alfred slammed on the brakes. "Alright, I can't take it anymo'! If I hea' one more goddamned wo'd out of the two of you, you'll both sit in the back of the ca' the rest of this trip!" Alfred shouted, his voice taking on his serious, boston, accent.

Francis and Arthur started apologizing before Matthew's sharp gaze cut them off. "Ta gueule." Matthew hissed in French, which was most certainly unlike him. Speaking in French, he could do, cursing, was not something he normally did. In other words, Francis took that at his cue to shut up. Arthur on the other hand, hearing the bostonian accent told him, 'Alfred's annoyed, so shut up.' That, and he didn't know what Matthew said, but could gather the concept.

"Je suis désolé," Francis returned, head bowed.

Eventually, they made it back to the vender. Unfortunately, it wasn't Emma in charge anymore. Much to Francis and Alfred's displeasure, (for two very different reasons) they deposited their bikes, and prepared for the second part of their adventure.

"This is stupid."

"You're stupid."

"Bugger off!"

"Now who's releasing sexual tensions?"

"Guys I think-"

"Your face is ugly!"

"Your stubble is stupid!"

"Why am I apart of this?"

"Guys, I really think-"

"Ugh! You're still breathing!?"

"Guys!" Matthew interrupted. "There's traffic up ahead, Alfred, slow down!"

"You haven't even told us where we're going that requires us to go through such heavy traffic." Arthur grumbled.

Alfred went to speak, but was cut off by the Frenchman. "You have no room to talk, idiote." Francis informed him.

"Arrête, tu niguad." Roughly translating to, stop you simpleton, Francis' mouth snapped shut. Matthew was seriously irritated, eye twitching. "You too Arthur, I'm tired of the passive aggressive comments. If you have something to say, just say it."

"Arthur, your country is always full of traffic," Francis stated. "And, putain tu es con."

"You wanker! At least I don't cover up my insults with a language only you and your boyfriend understand!"

Matthew gasped. "Okay, hold on, both of you-"

"We're here!" Alfred interrupted cheerily, seemingly ignoring the tense atmosphere, electing to spend his day having fun rather than to pry apart the two fighting idiots in the back. Unlike Matthew, he had given up having high expectations for the obnoxious nations whose voices dominated the car. "Remember when I said to bring your swimsuits? Hope you brought them! Because look!"

They had arrived at Funtown Splashtown. And the parking lot was packed. Arthur could see the rides, and any lingering anger he felt towards Francis drifted away. My oh my, would this bring Arthur back to his Pirate days.

Then Matthew pointed out the lines.

"I'm a nation Mattie! I got us a bonus deal! We get to skip all of the lines!"

Francis smirked. "My boy."

To put it simply, they split up. "Because of our agreement yesterday, I'm going to sleep with Francis again tonight, and as soon as we reach the next state, then I sleep next to Arthur-"

"Why are you sleeping with the frog, but sleeping next to me?" Arthur interjected.

"I dunno? Anywho, because of that, I'll spend the day with Matthew."

Matthew frowned, that was not where he thought that was going. He wasn't complaining. Alfred, shirtless, and all of his glory, with just Matthew, under his undivided attention... He sighed dreamily, receiving a sharp glare for Arthur.

"I presume that means I have to spend the day with this?" He glanced over to Francis who was still lost in thought. He'd been distant so far yet. "Whatever."

Francis kissed him on the cheek, earning a smack. "You bloody, insufferable, pompous, wine lover!"

"I also smell like cheese, don't you like that?" Francis joked, still not fully in the groove. Matthew and, unexpectedly, Alfred noticed.

Arthur gave him a flat look. "I'm lactose intolerant."

Alfred looked momentarily confused before realizing it was a joke. "Well, we're off, love you guys!" Alfred turned on his heel excitedly, grasped Matthew's hand in his own, and was gone within moments. Leaving Francis and Arthur to call after them.

"Love you too!"

"Don't embarrass us!"

Francis spun towards Arthur. "Let's at least view, the attractions."

On the other hand, Matthew's face was covered with red, as Alfred beamed at all of his civilians, and even others coming to tour his country. He pointed out different rides, and asked Matthew what he'd prefer to go on first.

"Whatever one you might fall off of." He joked, and Alfred snorted before bursting into his usual gleeful laughter.

Alfred pulled him to a stop. "Listen Matthew, I want to say something. About when we were kids, I was-"

"That one!" Matthew started hastily, stopping Alfred's speech. "Excalibur, the wooden rollercoaster. Why would you name it that? That's lore of King Arthur."

Alfred blushed. "Well, Arthur would always tell me stories about the wise and brave king Arthur Pendragon, and his loyal wizard, Merlin. I loved the story so much that I expressly remember Excalibur and begging to hear the story again and again, and... You know."

Matthew chuckled.

"Speaking of which, as a kid, I wanted to say sorry, because I was-"

Matthew grabbed his other hand and pressed his lips to the others. It wasn't a peck, it was a bit sloppier, and moved his hand out Alfred's grip to his hair. Alfred was still stunned, and Matthew accepted this, pulling away, flushed.

"Uh," Alfred began, dumbfounded, and completely forgetting about what he'd been saying before. "Yeah, this ride does look fun."

Matthew grinned, and the two nations took off.

Back with Francis and Arthur, the two ended up by the slides. "You dunce, I will win this, I was a pirate!" He shouted, when they were at the racing slides. Amprimites Challenge, Arthur remembered, but kept the thought in the back of his mind.

"Always a competition with you. Even the sex." Francis winked, reminding Arthur of their times in the past. Francis always won, always could go longer, and Arthur hated it. But, it was bit hot, he would admit. "Don't worry, Angleterre, I hate losing as much as you." Arthur had hardly registered it, but was aware that Francis was a little off.

"3...2...1..." It was on.

Arthur gripped his mat, and maneuvered his tightly, in contrast to Francis, who held on loosely, and didn't fight against the water. It certainly said a lot about their personalities. Both were speeding down, feeling the water splash into their faces. It was a nice distraction, to finally have something entertaining to do. To stop them from worrying about love, and politics, and economics, and wars.

The two were sliding down in tune. They glanced over at each other with a sharp look. Arthur grabbed a handful of water, and threw it and Francis. "Take that sucker!" While it distracted Francis, having him fall behind, Arthur's missing hand caused him to lose control. In the end, Francis and Arthur failed miserably, and both lost.

"But honestly, I won." Arthur insisted. "I used tactics."

"I would've won." Francis rolled his eyes.

"No way! I would've won, you had no chance-" Francis cut him off by pressing his tongue into Arthur's open mouth. He slid his tongue back out, and chewed lightly on Arthur's lip, remembering where the piercing once was. Their lips weren't a perfect match for each other, but at the moment neither cared. It felt nice to have their lips meet, and forget about their troubles for a moment. When Francis pulled away, Arthur rested his head against Francis' shoulder, trying to regain his breath, panting.

Francis grinned. "I think I won, no?"

Arthur glared. "God, I hate you." And the two dissolved into laughter.

Back with Alfred, he and Matthew were going up the first hill. Matthew was fine, at least he knew the hill was coming. He never really liked roller coasters, ever since when they were children Alfred would make jokes about them breaking. As Matthew got older, he conquered the fear, but it always lingered in his mind.

"Alfred, just checking in, um, when was the last time I told you I hated you?"

Alfred burst out laughing. "No way dude, just hold on tight!" And just like that they were off. Down the hill wasn't so bad, until suddenly, there was another hill.

"Holy shit!" Matthew shouted, and this only made Alfred laugh harder. Matthew clung to the handlebar, only because of his lack of preparing. And Alfred, being Alfred, threw his hands in the air and screamed the entire time.

Eventually the ride came to a jolty stop. One that Alfred took pleasure in, Matthew on the other hand, did not. As they made their way off the ride, Alfred held Matthew's hand in order to steady them. As soon as they cleared the area, Alfred sweeped Matthew off his feet for a heated kiss.

Matthew's arms went around Alfred's neck, and Alfred held him off the ground for a few moments, where his hands located themselves around his waist. Tongue's clashed in a battle, and teeth grazed lips, it was everything Matthew had hoped for and more. The kiss was passionate and frantic, yet tender and loving. Alfred began pushing further, letting his tongue explore the warm cavern of Matthew's mouth, and Matthew moaned in ecstasy. Both too caught up in each other for the rest of the world. Figuratively, and literally.

Arthur and Francis, still high off of their kiss walked over to the ride Excalibur. "Isn't it sentimental, that Alfred has a ride with such a name?"

Francis chuckled. "Why do you love him?"

"Because he's not you, for one."

"That's not the impression I got earlier. Did I ever tell you, you're great with your mouth?" Francis informed him.

Arthur quirked a brow. "Wow, is that a compliment I'm receiving? Who are you, and what have you done with Francis Bonnefoy?" The two shared a laugh, and continued on to find the exit of the ride, where they stumbled upon the scene.

Matthew and Alfred, caught in a kiss. Arthur's was shocked, and Francis was a bit stunned too, to say the least. He hadn't expected the two of them to do this while they were away. Francis duly noted they did the same thing, only in the defense of the guilty party seen.

Arthur knew he should have seen it coming. There was no way Alfred would ever fall in love with him not when he had someone as lovely as Matthew. He felt tears spring in his eyes, and was overtaken with a bout of jealousy. What did Matthew have that he didn't? What was Matthew so much better at, that made Alfred scoop him up and kiss him silly, kiss him like the world was ending? Why couldn't Arthur be loved? Alfred was... In love with someone else. His chest stung, but he straightened up. Now crying over spilt milk right? Except this wasn't milk. This was that expensive bottle of wine your parents bought from France, and even if you don't like Francis Bonnefoy, you're not blind to a good taste. This is hate, regret, and pain because the glass gets into your skin as you struggle to clean it up, but it's gone, and it'll stain. Forever.

Francis tried to speak. "Arthur, I had no idea-"

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong, do you understand? Let's finish today happily." He forced a smile, and trudged over to Alfred and Matthew. Both of their eyes were clouded with lust, and a slightly smile on their face. Hair disheveled, and Arthur wished that he could've been the cause of Alfred's state.

Alfred grinned over at them. "Hi guys! Wanna go on the Tornado? It's a four person ride, so we can be together!"

Matthew who was still in a state that left him unable to speak remained silent from where he stood. Arthur followed suit, his throat still constricted. Francis was the only competent one at the time, and had to do what he had to do. He pressed a kiss to Arthur's lips, and began to speak. "He always gets like that after we have a heated session, if you catch my drift." Alfred laughed, and Arthur wished Alfred would get jealous. It was better than whatever this was. "We're down if you are."

Matthew coughed, and Alfred wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "I know the feeling Francis." He winked, and Matthew buried his head into Alfred's shoulder. Arthur's eyes watched the scene, trying to hide the malice, but Francis was a wise observer. "I'm ready to go! How about you, Mattie?" He purred.

"Y-yeah!" He stammered, and Alfred chortled.

The four made their way to the large water slide, hitting a few others on the way. Overall, the day was going great. Despite the fact that Arthur was heartbroken, Alfred was too happy, Francis was having an internal breakdown, and Matthew was confused as hell. When they grabbed their tube, Alfred smirked claiming he was macho, and he could carry it the whole way. Francis didn't have the strength to argue, Arthur not the heart, and Matthew not the mental state.

When they made it to the top, they took their seats. Except for Arthur, who stumbled and fell into Alfred's laugh, their faces an inch away. The whole ordeal was embarrassing, but was soon to be repeated. The entered the dark tube, before the came out to a valley they went up and down on. It was exhilarating, moving fast, and being with three other people who were close friends.

Arthur decided, watching Alfred's face, that it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His eyes, a gorgeous sky blue, sparkling in the hot sun, but taking up the whole room. His wheat colored hair fell into his face just barely, and Arthur wanted to brush it out of the way so that he could run his hands through it. Perfect full lips, and strong jaw. His body was strong, and a smile that could light up the world. He was surprised cancer wasn't cured because of it. Because even though Arthur was heartbroken, Alfred being in love with someone else, the shining of water glistening on his skin, and the shiny white teeth that gleamed in the sunshine, Arthur would take that any day. Alfred's happiness made him happy, he realized. He just wished, he could be the one making him so happy.

They crashed out of the water slide, and Arthur found himself in Alfred's arms when they hit the water. The once colony was beaming at Arthur who wasn't even touching the ground as Alfred held him. "What did you think of the ride?" Alfred asked, and Arthur's face turned red.

"I-I-I thought it was fine!" He exclaimed, and squawked indignantly when Alfred heaved him over his shoulder.

"One more ride before we leave!" Alfred shouted, and the four made their way to the final ride. Matthew finding himself distantly upset of the affection Alfred was now showing Arthur, but was comforted when Francis wrapped an arm around his waist, and the two followed after the former colony and his current 'captive'.

"No. I'm not riding that thing!" Arthur squealed, as manly as one could when he was told he was riding a ride like this. "No."

Alfred gave him the puppy eyes. He drew his brows together to make him look sad, and let his eyes well up with tears. "Not even for your former colony?" Everytime Alfred used that line, it worked. No matter what, Arthur couldn't resist.

"Fine. But only because you'd mope if I didn't."

Alfred cheered, and grabbed Matthew's hand, who was surprised at the sudden attention. They all climbed onto the ride. Dragon's Descent, it read. Alfred sat in between Francis and Matthew. Francis had the side, and Arthur the other side. "This is going to be, like, a total blast!" He shouted, and shook as the ride began its journey up.

When they reached the top, Alfred glanced at his fellows. Arthur was quivering. "When is it going to drop? Why hasn't it dropped yet-" He was cut off by it dropping. "Alfred you bastard!" Arthur hollered, and continued screaming. Francis slipped his hand into Alfred's, and Alfred beamed at him. Matthew was too busy trying to calm Arthur to notice the small action.

They went back up a little lower than before, and it dropped again. The process was repeated twice more, before the ride claimed to end, and the FACE, skipped, nearly crawled, walked, and limped off the ride.

"Wasn't that fun?!" Alfred asked.

"No!"

"Kinda..."

"My hair's a mess now, I hate wind knots, ugh."

The day was drawing to a close, Alfred and co. had no idea that they had passed the time so fast. Perhaps the other rides they stopped on, on the way to the main ones took up more time than anticipated. Regardless of what happened, they could all agree the day could have gone much worse.

When they got in the car, Francis pulled out a pillow with the French flag on it, and let himself fall asleep. Matthew claimed shotgun, and manned the radio station. Arthur sat in the back, and stared out the window. Alfred was choosing not to read the atmosphere again, and happily drove back to the motel. Stopping for takeout, to eat and relax.

They arrived without incident, thankfully, and Arthur called the 'telly' which according to Alfred was a weird thing to call it. 'Why not just call it the TV?' he had asked confusedly before being whacked with a pillow and dragged to bed with Francis.

Francis had, had a long day. He hardly wanted to take of some of his makeup, but noted that if he didn't, he would get acne. He didn't need that. And washed his face, still rather half heartedly. He pulled Alfred in with him after he made a stupid comment about the television, and ignored Arthur's glare. Francis had, had a hard year. Matthew sent him a concerned look, but Francis just said, "Je serai contrarié, mais ça ira." Telling him, he'd live. Matthew wasn't sure what made him upset, but wouldn't pry unless necessary.

Tucking in for bed was much better than the previous night. Matthew, wanted to experiment. "Arthur." He whispered, so only the English nation could hear him.

"What?" He returned back, just as quiet.

"Listen, I know, you like Alfred." He received a deadpan look. "But, so do I. So please, can you help me? I'm not... You know, as experienced as he is, seeing as I'm often passed by."

Arthur contemplated this, but remembered his thoughts from earlier. It was for Alfred. "What do you need?"

"Could you... I don't know, kiss me?"

Arthur was reluctant, but complied. He put his hands through his hair, and imagined it was Alfred. The two were similarly built, after all. Matthew wasn't a bad kisser, but he wasn't great. "You're rushing. Just relax, it should be natural." Their lips mashed against each others lightly, and it was better than before. Matthew worried Arthur's bottom lip between his teeth, touching the sensitive area he had one been pierced. He struggled to contain a moan. "Lesson number one, learn their weakness. Kissing is a like a war, to win, you have to know where they're weak. You found mine, my piercing spot. I'm certain Alfred has one, somewhere. However, do not kiss, like you're in war. It shouldn't be an actual fight, just a gentle, I don't know, face battle."

Matthew snorted, "Face battle, huh?" The two laughed before re engaging in kissing.

On the other side of the room, lay Alfred and Francis. They were not so happy, not so filled with a silent shared excitement, secret grins shared under the covers. Instead, Francis had his head on Alfred's chest, his tears dripping down his face onto Alfred's solid muscle.

"I'm sorry, Francis."

Francis sobbed weakly. "Another attack, Alfred. I don't know how much more I can take. How much more my people can take." His shoulders shook, and Alfred moved his hands to Francis' waist in a comforting manner. "Alfred, a Texan, from your states, the boy..."

"Shh, I..." Alfred didn't want to cry. He hated crying. He didn't want anyone to see him in that state. But the boy was dead, and so was his father. They had been visiting France on vacation. "He-" His voice broke. "He loved baseball, they had a family, I..." A tear dropped down his face.

Francis pushed himself up, and pressed his lips to the younger nation. Their tears mixed, and it left a salty taste to linger in their mouths. The kiss was gentle, and slow. Lips moved against one another's, tongue's simply grazing. Alfred's hand ran up and down Francis's back, sliding under his night shirt. Francis let his hand cup Alfred's cheek, and brushed away the tear. Alfred moved his lips down his jaw, and suckled lightly on Francis' neck. The tender caress made Francis cry harder, and he wished that he could feel this everyday. Rather than the hate, and attack that his country was subjected to. He whimpered as a hickey began to form on his sensitive skin, and Alfred pulled back breathing onto his skin.

"It'll be... It'll get better." Alfred mumbled, and Francis fell asleep to Alfred's loving touches, wondering if Alfred was right.

Matthew was awake first. He wandered into the bathroom and snatched up Francis' iPod. Not paying much attention the groups on it, he searched for something to cheer him up. He settled on 2008 Lady Gaga, thinking it was fitting for the group to wake up to something as erratic and spontaneous as themselves. He grabbed a brush that was laid out by the sink and tried to smooth his wild hair, and without luck, move his curl.

Arthur woke next, noticing Matthew's warm body was no longer in bed. He heard music from Francis' device and elected to crawl out of bed in order to shut it off. It was that Stephanie girl- he stopped the thought remembering that Alfred once reprimanded him for saying her real name. She wanted to be called Lady Gaga, and Arthur wouldn't disrespect that. Arthur thought it was a little stupid, but decided that he would follow the guidelines of Alfred's world in order to preserve himself. An upset Alfred, was a whiny Alfred. It was like having that friend. No one wanted them around, they were loud, and nagged, a lot.

Francis was the third to wake up, but kept his head burrowed in Alfred's neck. Inhaling the scent, it smelled like burgers, but also forest and copper. Francis smirked, knowing the copper was probably because of Lady Liberty. Francis was also relieved that yesterday he was able to spend time with Alfred, because the kissing and the emotions released was soothing. Francis felt a bit better today, recovering.

Francis stood up, shifting the bed enough that Alfred stirred. Francis forgot about the hickey, and Arthur stared unamused.

"What the hell happened to you?" Arthur asked, knowing he was not the cause of the hickey. It wasn't Matthew, Matthew wouldn't have had the chance. Which meant it had to have been Alfred.

Francis disregarded him altogether, and spoke to Matthew. "Ugh, I love you sometimes Matthew."

Matthew scowled. "Only sometimes? Rude."

Francis let out a small thing of laughter, and Alfred, who was slowly gaining conscious snorted. Arthur frowned, and focused on his tea. He stirred it lazily, and watched Alfred raise. His hair was everywhere, and his eyes had a pale film covering them. A tad bit of drool pooled at the corner of his mouth, and Arthur noticed the claw marks on his shirtless chest. A strike of jealousy passed through his veins, but made no action to show it.

"I'm awake." He dutifully informed the company. Francis continued brushing his hair, and Matthew grunted in acknowledgement. "I slept well, in case anyone was wondering."

Francis felt bad for Arthur, knowing it probably irritated him that Alfred was hung up on everyone else in the world. However, Alfred was skilled with his loving, and Francis needed something new. Alfred was one of the few nations he slept with the least. Once during the Revolution, and another time during World War 1.

"We weren't." Matthew retorted, and Arthur smirked into his cup at Alfred's offended look. "I mean, Francis is." He stated, trying to keep the venom out of his voice. But Matthew had enjoyed Arthur's company yesterday, and found he had no room to talk.

Francis peeked his head out and glared. "Whatever."

"Is that Lady Gaga?" Alfred inquired, accepting the cup of tea Arthur had handed him. "Of course it's tea." Alfred grumbled, wishing it would've been coffee. "Get with the times, I dumped this shit in the harbor."

Arthur knew Alfred was generally insensitive and didn't comment on the rude words. Francis snickered and Matthew rolled his eyes. "Now where to?" Matthew questioned.

Alfred grinned. "New Hampshire!"

Arthur and Francis groaned in sync. 1 of 50 states completed, this was going to be a long trip.

A/N: Chapter 1 completed! I apologize if I messed anything up, I've never been to Maine.