America glanced out the window of the plane, watching as Canada loomed belowhim. He could just imagine Canada waving at him, Molson in hand and his bear in the other. He took a sip of his coke before setting it down.
He glance over at passenger next to him, he was asleep and drooling on the passenger next to him. The poor women didn't have the strength or heart to push him off so she just continued reading the Sky Mail. He glance back at his coke, a letter sat next to it. Curvy hand writing graced the top of the letter. Little Alaska had given it to him right before he had to return to D.C. They always seemed to bother him right when he was with his youngest states. He promised Alaska he'd be back soon and heroes never break their promises.
He opened the letter, revealing a picture of him and Russia standing on either side of Alaska. Above them Alaska had written, hope to see you both soon. In the corner Alaska had scribbled, please give to daddy.
Oh Alaska honey, America smiled at his son's wish, of course I'll give it to him. He was about to tuck it into his pocket when the women spoke up. "That from your kid?"
He turned to look at her, he nodded as he put it the rest of the way in his pocket.
"How many?" she glanced at him from around the other man's head.
"Two," he couldn't say 50, she wouldn't believe him.
She smiled at him, "I have three, flying to go see them right now." A long pause filled the air between them as the man let out a snore.
"Your job keep you moving?" she looked surprised to see that he had spoken.
"Yeah, all over the country, even in Canada. I miss so much of their lives I can barely stand it sometimes." her eyes flashed with sadness. America himself ended up missing parts of his states childhood. But that didn't change anything in the love they all felt for him.
" I get called away on business all the time, they seem to call right when I'm with my youngest," to tell the truth it had only happened two times before but it annoyed him all the same.
"Where you headed?" she asked.
"Washington D.C," she stared at him, he could see she wanted to know what he did.
"Well then you have a long was to go," she smiled at him again.
"Yeah, better get some sleep before the next layover," she nodded at him before turning back to her book.
He returned to looking out over Canada, snow capped mountains graced his vision. He reached his hand into his pocket, hand grasping the piece of paper between his fingers. He could still feel little Alaska as he clung to him at the airport, he would have missed his flight if Canada hadn't called him. Alfred had missed more flights then he could count because of his children. Canada had grown wise to this, delaying other nations when America was running late a meetings. Amazingly, if Canada took off his glasses, he could sub for America.
America closed his eyes, he had asked Canada to pick up the state from the airport. Even though he was over 100 years old the state still couldn't drive himself home, his own laws prevented that. Images of the little state swirled in his head,Hawaii drawing on Alaska's face to Russia holding up Alaska. He remembered how strange it was to see the giant nation holding his tiny son, at least that's what the other nations had thought. America could barely see through his tears at the sight of Russia holding his son, he was too happy.
The images stopped only when America fell asleep, his lips curled into a bright smile.
Alaska stood at the curve on the street, waiting for his uncle Matt. He smiled at people who had turned to stare at his seal skin parka. Few of them dared to ask him about his coat, his was six years old and already five and a half feet tall. He didn't mind when his mom call's him little, Alaska would always we his little boy.
Alaska started to whistle, freaking out several passersby's at the sudden noise from the child. Canada usually got stuck in a lot of track, it also didn't help that his disappearing ability also worked on his car. He watched as another car drove by, so far he had counted 45 cars and over 123 trucks. All of which had their snow tires on.
He wondered if his mother had opened his letter yet, he hated urgent world meetings but at least he could give things to his father. He placed his hands in his pocket pulling out his cell phone. He started to dial Canada before deciding to call his sister Hawaii.
She picked up immediately after the first ring, her cheery voice filling Alaska's ears. "Alaska, I knew it was you. About time you called. So how's life." she always had a sixth sense for him, a lot like how New York could sense when New Jersey was near.
"Fine, and it's only been three hours since I last called you." On days like this Hawaii was always a bit jumpy, she always called him to make sure he was where he was suppose to be.
"Same here, me and dad competing to see who can catch the biggest wave," she then whispered, "I'm winning." A voice in the background shouted, "I heard that!", followed by Hawaii's giggles.
"I'm sure you are." he laughed, joining Hawaii in her laughter.
"Anyway thanks for calling, anything you wanted to talk about?" Hawaii said after she regained her breath.
"Not really, trying to pass the time before Uncle Matt gets here." he heard Hawaii sigh in agreement, she to experienced waiting for Canada to appear. The Canadian had trouble driving outside his own country where the traffic laws were as he liked to put it "different".
"Well glad I could help, tell Uncle Matt to visit me and papa." Alaska glanced over at a green Toyota that pulled up to the corner. He glanced at the license plate and picked up his bag.
"Bye Hawaii, uncle Matt's here," he closed his phone before opening the car door. Canada was not at the driver seat, instead of Canada a black-haired man sat in the drivers seat. Two other mensat in back, all of them were staring at him.
"Sorry, wrong car," he said, starting to close the car door.
The closest man grabbed his wrist, a long scare ran across his face. He smiled at Alaska, his teeth jagged and yellow. " I believe there's been a change of plans, Alaska." He pulled Alaska into the car, slamming the car door behind him.
The black haired man slammed on the gas and drove off down the road, narrowly missing other cars as he speed on. The men in back jammed a foul tasting cloth into Alaska's mouth as theybegan to tie his limbs together. He struggled against his kidnappers, scratching and biting at what ever he could. He smiled as he managed to get the bigger of the two men's eyes. He wasn't proud of the gut punch in earned him. Angrily, they secured the last rope over his hands, making sure that it cut into his wrist.
They pushed him to the floor, covering him with an old blanket. In the darkness Alaska started to taste what they had put on the cloth, his mind started to go. Hecould see but yet he couldn't process what he was seeing. His limbs growing heavy and his nose was unable to smell, everything seemed to blending into one unrecognizable scent.
He thought of America, his mom was with him just hours before, going to where his dad was. Tears started to leak from his eyes as he imagined them both reaching out to him, something he couldn't remember never happening.
He wanted them both to save him now.
Canada drove up the gate, only two hours later then expected. If he ever saw someone talking on their cell phone in Canada he was going to run them of the road. He be damned if they dared to cut in front of him in Canada.
In front of him a car like his own sped off, narrowly missing a man crossing the street. He realized the man was Canadian when the man flipped the car off after it was out of put his car in park before raising his own finger.
A few seconds went by and Alaska had still not shown up, odd for the state usually waited till Canada was safely in sight and alerted to his presence before he got his luggage. The other green car occupied his mind as he leaned against the wheel of his car.
Kumajiro stared out the window, the bear happened to like Alaska. Unlike him he remembered Alaska's name, sometimes he though the bear had a grudge against him. Kumajiro snapped his head at him, shocking the Canada to the point the hit his head on the top of the car. A furry paw was pointing at a bag left on the ground, Canada recognized it. Russia had given it to Alaska on his birthday after the Cold war was over. The state would never let a gift from his father out of his sight.
Kumajiro openedthe door, scaring several passersby's as he pulled the bag into the car. He backed out, gripping the steering wheel before unleashing his inner driving demon.
Tire marks graced the road as Canada sped off after his nephew.