"Alright Alfred. I'm sending you on a mission! I need you to go to the alps." His boss says sternly.
"Yes sir, but why would I go up in the mountains? It's really freaking cold up there!" America complains. His boss ignores him.
"I have found out that there is a special… item up in a secret cave. It will cure certain illnesses that have plagued your country. I need you to go and find it."
"Really? Dude that sounds fun! I'll be the totally awesome hero!"
"Please Alfred, stay focused. This is an important mission and must not be taken lightly." With this comment, America slides down in his squishy office chair he had been told to sit in.
"Sure sir." America says, "But what exactly am I looking for?" he asks, cocking his head.
"I'm sure you'll know it when you see it. Just hurry and get going. Here's a map on how to get there. You go in this cave here, all the way at the end of the tunnel you'll find it."
"Ok, well I'll get going then." America's enthusiasm may have been crush a bit by how stern his boss was acting, but he was still very much excited to go on this adventure. The first thing he does is invite some friends to come along.
Japan said he was too busy to come, and so did China. He didn't dare call Russia or Germany, they're really creepy. He finally reached France who said he'd go, but he wanted Britain to come also. So America called Britain and finally convinced him to come too.
The trio met at America's airplane warehouse.
"So, what exactly are we looking for?" Britain asks as the three walk towards America's "hero" two-seater plane.
"Well. My boss said we'll know it when we see it!" America says, adding a horrendous laugh to the end of his sentence.
"And also, this is a two-seater plane." France examines the plane. He then slides his finger down the side of the picture of a painted American flag on the side.
"Dude, there's enough room!" America exclaims then adds, "Don't touch my plane!" France immediately removes his hand. "Also, he said it sticks out like a sore thumb so it shouldn't be that hard to find." Britain and France both sigh.
"How are we going to find it? Aren't there lots of other caves up there?" Britain asks.
"No more questions yo! Let's get going. Come on Tony." He calls over his alien friend and France and Britain gasp again.
"America, were not going to be able to fit in that little plane. And where is Tony sitting?"
"Here, I'll show you!" America grabs both their hands and fling them through the back door of the plane and into cockpit, while Tony and him settle in the front seats. Tony then did the honors of turning on all the millions of switches that started the plane.
Britain was muffling in the back because France had fallen on top of him. He pushes him off with a 'humph' and scoots to the other side of the seat. "Wanker!" he says grumpily.
"What'd I do?" France says pathetically. Britain grumbles.
"What do you mean, you git! You just fell on me and it bloody hurt!"
"Well sorry you're always in the way!"
"Hey dudes can you stop arguing! I'm trying to fly a plane here! And you're bugging Tony." America says to them. "Unless you want to fly for me, would that shut you guys up?"
"No that's ok America. We'll be quiet." Britain says, and then whispers angrily at France, "Stupid Frog face." At that same instant France whispers, "Black sheep!"
"What'd you call me?" Britain yells.
"Nothing." France purrs. After that, silence enveloped the entire plane for just a moment.
"You guys don't have to be that quiet." America just hears grumbles in the backseat. "Oh, I know! I'll sing a song. What song do you think Tony?"
France and Britain both blurt, "No that's ok America!"
"You guys are party poopers." Then all was silent again, except this time it wasn't America to break the silence.
"I don't want to be mad at you forever so… I'm sorry I fell on you and called you a black sheep." France says.
"So that's what you called me!" he puffs. "And, try and refrain from falling on people from now on. Especially me."
"No promises." France says adding one of his famous laughs at the end, making Britain look out the tiny cockpit window to hide the fact that was blushing.
"That's better guys!" America exclaims, turning around and glancing at the two.
After a while of silence, a lot longer than last, America looks in the back to find a rather cute scene. The drone of the plane had made the two fall asleep. But, it wasn't that they had fallen asleep that was cute to America, it was how.
France had fallen asleep laying sideways, his head resting up against the window. Britain had fallen over in his sleep, so his head was in France's lap. The two were snoring; America cracked up.
He tried his best not to, but soon he was laughing loudly, stirring France out of his sleep.
"Huh. I fell asleep? I didn't even notice." He then noticed the brit that was still snoring on his lap. He took this precious time to play with Britain's hair. This movement woke him up. At first he didn't seem to notice his predicament because he was still half asleep.
"Where am I?" Britain asks.
"On my gorgeous lap. It's comfy, no?" France laughs. This snaps Britain out of his sleep completely. He screams and falls backwards.
"No! It isn't comfy or pretty or anything like that! Just stay away from me for the rest of the flight, ok? Can you do that you bloody frog?"
France whimpers like a puppy and turns his face away from Britain. Britain pouts and looks out his window.
At this moment the view below the plane was nothing but white with little dots of green. Britain tried his best to enjoy the scenery, but his mind was set on one thing. Or person for that matter: That stupid frog face.
It was weird because at that same moment franc was thinking of Britain. But that's not new because France thinks of him quite often.
America looks at the two pouting nations in the back and whispers, "So childish."
"That hypocrite." Britain thinks to himself, "I think he's the most childish out of all of us."
A couple minutes later, America yells, "Were coming in for a landing!" Suddenly the quartet slide into the entrance of the cave. Britain flies forward because of the rough landing and hits his head on the back of America's seat. Smart France had actually strapped himself in, so he had a nice landing.
Britain swears, "That was a lot slower than I thought it would be. And that really hurt!" He says, head spinning.
"Did it hurt as much as when I had my body pressed against yours at the beginning of the flight?" France says, lifting his hand to touch Britain's forehead where it had been hit against America's chair. Britain smacks it away, blushing.
"Shut up, pervert." He says as he opens the door to the plane of his side.
Once all four were out of the plane, they begin there epic journey into the cave. Or maybe not so epic…