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England stepped out of the motor vehicle and onto the rather fiflthy street. The docks were busy with far too many people, and He began to wonder just how many of them would be tagging along for the ride. In all honesty, he had not intention of enjoying this trip. It was more of a publicity thing for the country to be going on a cruise liner. He much preferred battle ships, or pirate ships over a waste of sea space where the spoiled people could flaunt their social statuses. Then again, France insisted that he get out amonst the people. He hadn't been very social as of late. He was still a bit sore over his loss of one of his favorite gueens, Victoria. She was fabulous company, her and Albert both. She never really recovered from her husband's death though, but she always managed to throw the most amazing parties. America seemed to like her alot whenever he'd come over. She was the least stuffy of any of the previous rulers, and that it was a bit of big deal for America to say he enjoyed one of England's rulers. He had had a bit of nasty run in with one in particular.

What annoyed England more about this boat ride is that the other countries would be joining him. It wasn't even so much the other countries that bothered him. Not at all, but... that wine-loving-God-foresaken-beardy-pretty-boy-France. He would not be enjoying being stuck on a boat with the likes of him. He also wasn't quite sure it would be a good idea for France and Germany to be stuck on the same boat either. They weren't exactly at the best of terms right now. He might have to seperate them, most likely with no help from America. He surely wouldn't waste his hero speach on the likes of European squables.

And what better timing could that wino-bastard have shown up. He wrapped an arm around England's shoulder and smiled a most charming smile, flipping his stupid long blonde hair. "Angleterre! How good to see you mon ami! I'm so glad you could make it. You're simply beautiful on this fine day, mon petite lapin!" He said in his heavy French accent. England barred his teeth and threw France's arm off of him, glarring. "Shut up, wanker. I'm only doing this for my damn Prime Minister, not because you begged me to." France simply smiled, in an unbelieving way. "Oh, is that all? Are you sure it's not because

Amerique will be joining us? He has been looking forward to this for a while now."

England turned red with annoyance, and for another reason he wouldn't admit, even to himself. "No! You bloody git! I'd more likely come to make sure you keep your flithy hands off of him and that other one." France smirked at him and put his hands on his hips. "You mean Canada? Oh, Papa would never dream of seducing ma petite feuille d'érable! Although, Amerique would be rather tempting with all those rippling muscles you know... Did you know he has recently added another star to that flag of his? The 48 I do believe. Arizona." He said with a seductive grin. "He has gotten rather... powerful." England balled his hands into fists and held them up threateningly. "Keep your bloody hands off of America, you wino-bastard. And yes, of course I know about his recent states. New Mexico as well as Arizona. What was that other one he was complaining about? Oklahoma. Yes, that's it. Says he only made it a state because the territory could no longer sereve as just a spot to dump the natives."

That's when they were interupted by a large looming shadow. A shadow that could only belong to Russia. "Hello, England and France. It's so nice to know that you haven't stopped fighting. I'm guessing everything is normal then. You did say America would be joining us, da?" England slowly turned around to face the large country. His tall figure towered over him. "Aw... yes. He will be." Russia smiled at this, and adjusted his scarf that he never seemed to take off. "Very good. We will be able to discuss the position of the top power of the world, which will always be Mother Russia." He said with an erie smile. France frowned and looked at him questioningly. "Amerique isn't the top power, Angleterre is right now." Russia just gave a knowing smile and nodded. "Of course, but not for long."

Bloody hell, Russia was creepy. Thankfully, China soon showed up, along with Japan. He was rather greatful they didn't bring Korrea along. "Ai ya! This port is far too crowded! I could barely see you guys, were it not for Russia looming over everyone like the giant he is." The short Asian man said indignantly. Russia only smiled, and Japan figited with nervousness. "Arigato, Igirisu-san, for inviting us on this luxurious boat ride. I hope it's no trouble." He said with a polite bow. England rolled his eyes, the new country was far too formal for his own good. He did of course give a greatful smile. He was the closest thing to a gentleman around at the moment. "It's no trouble Japan. We're delighted you could join us. Besides, most of these poshy nobles will be most of the trouble." He said with a twange of annoyance.

Then walked up the decendent of Holy Roman Empire himself, Germany. Along with the bouncy Italian that was Italy of course. "Oh! Ciao everyone! Me and Germany finally made it! PASTA!" He said with a happy sing-song voice. Little did England realize was that not only had Italy and Germany showed up, but there was aslo the argueing duo behind them, Spain and Romano (Southern Italy). "Oh, but Romano, you look so red! Just like a tomato!" The Spaniard cooed lovingly to his "friend". Romano rolled his eyes and glared at him. "Would you please stop calling me that, bastard? I don't give a fuck." Aw yes, Romano was well known for his silver tounge. Germany moaned and pressed a finger to his temple. "Please stop fighting. I'm getting a rather throbbing head-ache at the moment." Italy blinked up at his companion and then held up a hand in declaration. "Don't worry Germany! Once we get on the boat, I'll make you the tastiest pasta you've ever had! I'll even add in some sasage too, because I know how much you like it!" Germany sighed and patted Italy on the head. "Yes, of course Italy."

Germany turned to England, but not before glarring at France and asked, "Where is America? Shouldn't he be here by now?" England pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time. Fifteen mintutes before they were to board the star liner. He looked around in wonder. "That git. He'll be late if he doesn't hurry up." That would be when Russia chimed in. "America is over in that pub over there. I went in for some voldka, but was rather dissapointed when they didn't have any. He is playing poker with some rather shady looking characters, along with little Canada. He was so cute." Everyone just stared uncomfortably at Russia's last statement, but then all turned back to England. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I supose I will go and fetch him then?" He more said, rather than asked. France grabbed his shoulder suddenly looked rather determined. "I will come as well. Ma petite feuille d'érable is in there!"

England sighed and shrugged France's hand off, before turning to the others. "Please board the ship soon. We'll be back in a few minutes." He said and then turned to walk toward the pub. France hurried along behind, rather excited to see Canada again.