A/N Inspired by ciddlesandbits's "Alfred's Letters to The World". Enjoy!
Hetalia is not mine. If it was, then, I wouldn't find this necessary. If it were mine, trust me, it would be dubbed already.
Alec(Quebec)/Casey(DC) are my fan characters. Any others that seem familiar to any mentioned in the above story belong to each individual person. I only take a minimum amount of creative licenses.
American Parenthood; Fourth of July
Day 1
A strange thought over took his mind as the driver entered Pennsylvania. "What if they forgot about my party!" Although the party was still days away, America wanted to get there early. While still looking at the road, his eyes darted to the clock. Six o' clock on the dot; just as the schedule shows. He called to his daughter in the back seat, "Hey, Casey, what's up with William? Shouldn't he have called by now? How's he doin'?"
She sighed, shuffling her legs in discomfort. She felt so bare in shorts and a tank, "Stop worrying Dad! Your party isn't until Saturday. We'll get there in time. We will sign into the hotel. Only an hour left, two at the most. I promise."
"Two rooms or one?" An albino also the back seat asked.
"They only had one. But its two beds. So Dad and I can share one and you can have one with Gilbird," Gilbert laughed, his friend tweeted. Casey cut in ,"Just make sure you guys lock the door to the bathroom when your in it. I don't want to see anything I don't have. So do we have a deal?"
The two men nodded in agreement. Gilbert took it as an opportunity to mess-up the car ride. He whispered so only Casey could hear him "I bet you don't follow that rule with your boyfriend, huh, Case?"
The District blushed, keeping her eyes straight on the open binder in her hand. "Its Casey," she muttered with half a mind to kill the ex nation right then and there, "Or D.C. Just not Case."
"Oh right, 'cause that's what Alec calls you."
After that, Prussia was slapped, the conversations stopped for the rest of the now awkward ride.
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Once they made it to the hotel, unpacked, checked in, and fed, with nothing to do but rest, the sole female had some news. "OK, so I had a text from one of the provinces-"
"Quebec?" A German snicker.
"Ontario. So she said they moved the party to Rockefeller Center, New York."
"OK, so New York. That's nor far, right? We can drive," Alfred suggested, nodding approvingly. The other two said simultaneously with despair in their voices, "No! No more car rides with that!"
Casey and Gilbird looked at each other accusingly. America stared at them, "OK, OK. The hero's gonna sort this out, OK? Maybe we can fly. We'd have to book now and go tomorrow."
"Leave it to me, Boss!" The capitol eagerly grabbed her laptop from her bag on her bed, and sat it on the desk. She pulled over the swiveling chair, and quickly started getting onto the task of finding tickets this late to New York. The German lay back idle on his bed, Gilbird sitting on his head. The American male followed suit, on his own.; he looked at the clock in between the two beds. His view of the time was blocked, "Casey, what time is it?"
She sighed lightly, yet again, "Quarter till ten. Pittsburgh Airport, first class, Travelocity. Flight leaves at nine o' clock?"
"Yeah. Sure. Man am I tired. G'night, girlie." He slipped into dream –land, his being filled with England. Lots and lots of a sir Arthur Kirkland.
She closed the HP computer, smiling ever so lightly as she saw Gilbert sprawled on his bed idiotically. She made sure the door was locked, lights were off, and windows closed. She got into the bed next to her father. This wasn't awkward, not at all. "Good night, daddy," she whispered into the pillow, drifting to sleep.
A/N; Was it good? I hope so. Review please, criticism is appreciated. Thanks for reading. I may have the second part of this up later today.