Author's Note: I would just like to apologize for the delay in putting up the next chapter. But, as you may have noticed, I did fix up several things in the previous two chapters, so if you haven't read those two chapters recently, you might want to look at that. Also, in this chapter, any text outside of the two author's note (this one and the one on the bottom) that is bolded is meant to be a side-note (as in, it's written by me about the story, it's not actually part of the story). Thank you for your cooperation, and I hope you enjoy! Does anyone even read these things?... If you do, please review and tell me that. Ah, heck, just review, anyway. Thank you so much!

The countries ran out of the airport to find the shuttle. America looked around outside the airport until he saw a shuttle for their car-rental place. He called out to the others, "Hey, guys! The shuttle's here!"

The driver of the shuttle got out of the bus to help them get their suitcases onto the luggage racks, but the only ones who really needed it were Liechtenstein, Wy, Sealand, and Seychelles.

Liechtenstein was the last one in line for the shuttle, just behind her brother Switzerland. The driver grabbed her suitcase and lifted it onto the luggage rack next to Switzerland's bags. She thanked the man and then sat down between Switzerland and Hungary, across from Sealand and his "parents".

Sealand jumped onto his seat and knelt at the window, looking out. "This is so cool! We're going to have so much fun!"

Finland sighed, exhausted by the twelve-year-old's exuberance. "Peter, please sit down. You're causing a scene." He looked around at the other countries, who were looking at him either with curiosity or with pity, before turning away, blushing.

Sealand whined, "But, Mama!"

Sweden, who was sitting on the other side of Finland, scowled. "Y'heard y'r mother, P'ter. Now, do's y're told 'nd s't down." (1)

Sealand scowled back at his "father", but he did as he was asked. Within five minutes, though, he was squirming around in his seat ar ound. "Mama, I'm bored! Are we at the hotel yet?"

Finland sighed again and said, "We're not even at the car-rental place yet, dear. Why don't you just try to take a nap while we wait for the shuttle to start moving again? You barely slept at all last night because you were so excited."

Sealand stifled a yawn and answered, "Okay, Mama." Then he snuggled into his "mother's" side and promptly fell asleep.

Liechtenstein smiled at this, and then looked toward the front of the bus. The driver had just come back, and the shuttle pulled away from the curb. A bunch of countries (she thought she heard America and Prussia, at the very least, but she was pretty sure that some of the younger countries were yelling, too) cheered.

About ten minutes later, the shuttle pulled into the parking lot of the car-rental place. America was getting more and more excited. When the shuttle pulled to a stop, he grabbed his suitcase in one hand and England's hand in the other (he had convinced England to sit next to him on the shuttle, too) and ran off the bus, dragging England along with him. Once they were off the bus, England pulled away from him, cursing under his breath, but America was no longer really paying attention. He was in Florida, baby!

After about ten minutes, each "group" had a car, and at least two members of the group had been authorized to drive said car (as in, Finland and Sweden shared a car, but they were both allowed to drive it). America told the other countries where to go, and then he got into the driver's seat of the cherry-red convertible that he kept at the car-rental place for when he was down in Florida (it was his own car, but he kept it at the car-rental place when he wasn't there). England sat in the passenger's seat, and the backseat was empty. Then he pulled out of the parking space and drove to the hotel, the Floridays.

Waiting in front of building C (America had gotten all the hotel rooms in that building booked for the entire time they would be there, for the past month) were two girls, one about twelve and the other about sixteen. The younger one was about 5'2" and had curly blonde hair (probably dyed) tied back in pigtails by pink scrunchies. She had pale blue eyes much like America's, but her skin was more of an olive tone, and she was wearing a pink lace-edged cami with pink-and-white striped "sleeves", a denim miniskirt over pink leggings, and pink ballet-flats. The older girl … looked a lot like Spain, actually, with her dark brown hair and dark green eyes. She was wearing a light green strapless dress that showed a little cleavage with tan espadrilles that made her tower over the other girl. Her hair was also styled differently than the other's girl – her hair, which had obviously been straightened, was pushed back from her face by a darker green headband that accentuated her eyes. (If you want to see pictures, they're in the bottom link – at the very bottom of the page – on my profile. Go check it out, if you're interested. The pictures will probably be up at some point, but they are not yet up as of April 5, 2011 at 4:20 pm)

When America pulled into the parking space in front of the hotel, the younger girl jumped up and down in excitement. "Papi!" she yelled as she ran into America's arms.

"Callie!" yelled America. He hugged his "daughter" (she was really more like Spain's daughter, but he had "adopted" her back in the 1800s), California, tightly before looking at the older girl. "How's it going, Flora?" Florida nodded mutely, looking around for the man that she still considered to be her "father", Spain. She liked America and all, but he was more of an older brother than a father to her.

Spain's car pulled up next to America's. Spain got out of the car and ran over to Florida, hugging her tightly. Florida stiffened slightly, and then she put her arms gingerly around Spain. "Hola, Papi. It's been a while since I've seen you last."

Spain's green eyes started to fill with tears. "I know, niña. I would've visited you sooner, but I couldn't – I've been really busy the past few months. Speaking of, have you met Lovino yet?" He gestured at South Italy, who was coming out from the passenger's side.

Florida's eyes narrowed. "No, I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting him. Who is he, Papi?"

Spain blushed. "Well … he's sort of mi novio…"

Florida's eyes narrowed even more. "What do you mean, novio? I don't want you spending time with anyone but me, Papi, especially not that bastardo." Then she crossed her arms over her chest and walked over to join her "sister" Florida, but not without first flipping off South Italy.

By this point, the other countries had arrived. America distributed the room keys and then went to his room, which he was sharing with England, California, and Florida. Once they got inside, America told the girls that they would share the "guest" bedroom, and that he and England would have the master bedroom.

England went into his room. It was … huge. The bed was at least a king-size, and there was a large window overlooking a pond with a fountain in the middle. Ducks were swimming in the water. He looked at the dresser. A large TV sat on top of the dresser. There were two nightstands, and there was a door leading to the master bathroom and a closet. England peered into the bathroom and was amazed. In the corner was a huge tub that took over practically half that quarter of the room. Next to that was a shower stall with a clear door, as well as the ordinary things. There was even a washing machine. Then he walked back through the bedroom to the kitchen/living room. He could see the screened balcony outside, where there were two lawn chairs and a glass table. Then he looked around inside. There was a flat-screen TV in here, too, and this one was even bigger than the one in the bedroom had been. There was also a DVD player sitting on the shelf below the TV. There were two chairs and a couch situated in front of the TV. There was a dining room of sorts in between the kitchen and the living-room areas, but it just consisted of a table. In between the two bedrooms was a smaller bathroom. That one the two girls could share… The kitchen was also remarkable – it was a full set-up: a stove, a sink, a full-sized refrigerator – everything that anyone could need.

Suddenly, he heard chuckling behind him, so he whirled around. America was standing there, trying to stifle his laughter behind his hand and failing miserably. "So, what do you think of the hotel?"

England blushed. "I-it looks very nice." He cleared his throat and tried to look anywhere besides at America.

America smiled. "I'm glad you like it. So, I was thinking …"

"Me first," England said, glaring at the younger man. "Why are two of your daughters here? I thought this was a countries-only trip."

America ran a hand through his hair. "Well … it's been a while since I've last been here, so I figured they would probably know their way around better than I could."

"Okay, so I can see why you would invite Flora, but why Callie? We're not in California…"

"Well, yeah, but I have a Disneyland in California. I actually invited Tokyo and Paris along, too, since there're Disneylands there, but they decided not to come. I've also invited Texas, too, but he's not coming until tomorrow – his flight was cancelled 'cause of some bad weather down there." England nodded, beginning to understand America's logic. Then America clapped his hands. "Well, I was thinking that we could have everyone meet us down at the pool behind this building so we can decide where to go tomorrow. I'll go text them now. You should probably go get changed into a swimsuit, Iggy."

England growled, "Don't call me Iggy," but he went back to the room to find a swimsuit, anyway. While digging through his suitcase, he heard America call to the girls, "We're going to the pool, so you might want to wear swimsuits," followed almost immediately by a squeal of delight from Callie and absolute silence from Florida. Callie really was a very sweet and cute little girl, and she was probably just as excited as Peter and the other children at going to Disney World. (In my head canon, Callie's only ever been to Disneyland and has never been to Disney World before.) He eventually found what he was looking for, a pair of black swim-trunks with red race-stripes going up the sides. He quickly put them on, as well as a T-shirt, and then he went out to the living-room area to wait.

Somehow, he was the last to arrive. The other three were sitting at the dining-room table, talking about something... America was already dressed, in swim-trunks much like England's own, but in blue, with black race-stripes, and another T-shirt, different from the one he had been wearing before. The two girls were also ready – Callie in a pink bikini with short denim shorts, and Florida still in the dress from before. England assumed that Florida was wearing a swimsuit under the dress, but he couldn't tell for sure…

America looked England up and down and asked, "Are you ready?" England nodded, so America stood up from the chair he had been sitting in and said, "Okay, so let's go!" The group of four then headed out the door, joining some of the other countries, as well as some normal civilians, on their way to the pool.

Okay, I'm guessing that what Sweden said there is going to be really confusing for most of you, so I decided to put down what he was actually saying down here:

"You heard your mother, Peter. Now do as you're told and sit down."

Oh, and as you may have noticed, I introduced two new OCs. Florida and California (but California is almost always just called "Callie")! I'm sorry, but I figured they would be necessary. I'm also considering introducing a Texas for the day when they're going to SeaWorld.

Oh, and if you're curious, America was talking to Callie about what she should call him while they're out in public. America's reasoning for asking her to call him "Alfred" was that it would look really awkward to have a child that looks only a few years younger than he does to be calling him "Dad". Callie is really upset by this, but when Florida backs America up on this, she agrees to call him "Alfred". Then, that's when England comes in, just as they're finishing up. I would have put this in the main story, but I figured this chapter's long enough as it is, so I'm adding it in here.

And the hotel they're staying at really does exist – this is the same hotel that I stayed at when I went to Florida. And the rooms really do look like that. I sort of picture America, England, Callie, and Florida staying in the same room as my family and I did while we were there. I wonder if the cute little lizards are still there… we'll just have to wait and see what my mind decides!

And, I also have a huge decision to make: Should I have Callie talk like a valley-girl? I'm really thinking about doing it, but I want to have my readers' input. So ... what do you think? Actually, don't answer it in a review - I'm going to make a poll for that right now. So if you want to give your input, please do so there.

Mini-Glossary

Papi – Spanish – Daddy, Papa, Dad

Hola – Spanish – hello, hi

Niña – Spanish – used here to mean "baby girl", but can also just mean "girl"

Mi novio – Spanish – my boyfriend

Novio – Spanish – boyfriend

Bastardo – Spanish - … if you can't figure this one out, I can't help you