A/N: Yes. I finished the Southern accent.

K, so, my Pap and Gram live in Tennessee, and I picked up a little of the accent from their last visit. And I used it for this. I got one of those anonymous reviews that I can't reply to, but the person represented theirself as inuzrule, but the person requested that when I do southern accent I specify where it's from 'cuz different states have different variations. You learn something new every day, huh? Well, I had already expressed that it was Tennessee, but thanks for reminding me anyway.

Shit, I got a lot of feedback on this. Thanks for reviewing/requesting/favoriting/alerting goes out to the following:

Azeeza, Allyon Everstone, ninbunny alchcemist, XHibiscuit, Megami Yari, ninjafox369, Diviner's Superior, yolapeoples, LilGothicPanda, Yumetsukihime, BlueMyst19, barefoot11, DeepBlueInk, Neola.20, and Fabeled-the-Wolf. Also the anonymous inuzrule. I forgot to do this last chapter, so here it is! I never thought this would be so popular; I was actually pretty sure a lotta people would be pissed off.

So, I have a list of requested accents and the names of all who requested them, and I'll be doing them all. They all take a bit of research, though, so that I know exactly how to write them accurately. Next is New York. Any requests will be done, and the requesters of them will be recognized.

So, I'm having health issues with this story. I just found out that I have astigmatism, and I won't get my glasses for a while, and so I have to go close to the screen to see it better, which is NOT A GOOD IDEA. Still, I will keep going.

Standard disclaimer/warning[s] applies and I'm sorry for the long notes. Here.

He had really done it now.

England was so desperate to rid America of that horrid Boston accent, he just drove until America grabbed the wheel, shoved him into the passenger seat, and yelled at him for "driving on the wrong side of the road with your eyes closed!" Basically until he was so tired he fell asleep and dreamed he was driving at home. Because America was yelling so loud that he was barely coherent, England didn't hear any accent and was calm enough to actually heed his warning and stop.

By then America insisted (by frantic waving and pointing, because if he spoke England would surely lock him in the trunk again and who knows when he'd be let out?) that they go get some rest. England, tired and harried, agreed, pulling into the parking lot of the nearest hotel.

He was so tired that he practically sleepwalked to their room, America supporting him most of the way. America put him in bed gently after helping him into his pajamas, after which Arthur fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, he woke up to Alfred watching television. Surprise, surprise.

England got up and whacked him over the head, earning an indignant "OW!" from America.

"Whut was thayt for?" he asked.

Arthur's eyes grew to the size of saucers at least.

"Good mornin' ta yew too," Alfred muttered.

"Oh God no…" England felt as if he was about to faint.

"Ah'm gunna use the phone," America said, rolling his eyes. "The rest a' the world's prob'ly startin' ta wonder whar we weynt."

England just stood there, feeling a horrible terror, as America dialed the number for the UN.

"Howdy, y'all!" he said loudly once the other Nations finally picked up. "Nah, Iggy's bin draggin' mey awll over. Hea took mey ta Bostin, an' now wa're in Tennessay. No, ah ain't got the foggiest ahdea whar hea'll tayke mey next. Ah jus' know hea ain't gunna stop until ah sound… Ah dunno… Yeah, thayt's eeit! Yer pritty smart, y'know thayt? Uh… Ah gowtta go… wa're prob'ly gonna git goin' agen, Iggy's got thayt look on 'is face. Yeah, thayt one! Bahye."

And sure enough, England was wearing that look of murderous determination. It was becoming a routine now; England grabbed America's sleeve and dragged him to the car. It was all becoming too mundane. Alfred only rolled his eyes as England muttered to himself.

"…Why I went bloody south I have no idea! Never again. Never never never never never…"

"Whar we goin' nahw?" America asked.

England shot him a glare and said, "North. Far north."

Alfred sighed. How much longer until Arthur just gave up? He was missing lunch!