Alfred straightened out the sleeve of his suit and made a face at himself in the mirror. He probably should've brought something a bit nicer, or at least more than just one, but he didn't really care. Maybe he should slick back his hair? That might be cool. He decided to try it, and the results were... well he thought a bit rediculous, but at the same time, he had to admit he looked rather dashing. The only thing that would not stay down was his nantucket, but it looked better that way anyways.

He quickly dabbed some cologne he'd borrowed from France on himself, and made his way out the door. The upperclass people all looked rather stuffy, and to while his suit wasn't amazing or anything, he couldn't help but notice many heads turning. Lady's giggled when he walked by, and America, being the crowd pleaser he was, offered them a half smile and a wink, which only increased the flattered giggling. Alfred made his way to the dining room and saw that Canada, France, Germany, Italy, and Japan were already seated. Where was everyone else? He just shrugged and pulled up a chair next to Canada. "Hey, brother. What goes on?"

Matthew blinked at him and resituated his glasses on his face. "Al, you clean up really well. You actually look... well..." He stutterd, realizing it must be weird to be saying something like that to his own brother. "Hot? Sexy? Do-able?" France chimed in, leaning over Canada to get a good look at America. France smiled, looking very pleased. "I always knew no matter how much of you that English-bastard claimed he could never beat the attractive out of you. Your taste on the other hand..." France smiked a bit nervously and glanced to the side. "Saddly, your sense of taste has been butchered by his horrible cooking. I promise you I tried to cook for you whenever possible, but Angleterre simply wouldn't have it." He sighed and looked back at America, getting a rather hungry look on his face. "Then again, I'm sure you would taste just fine." France purred, smirking seductively at the younger nation.

Canada blushed, and America gave him a rather creeped out look. Then, who would show up but England and he smacked France on the head. "Would shut your stupid bearded mouth? You'll catch flies." He growled, voice like venom. Arthur glanced over at America and then calmly sat down next to him. "Well, you're quite the catch. If only you could dress that way normally..." America rolled his eyes and leaned back further in his chair. "Please, this was way to much work." Engaldn scoffed and took a drink of water from his glass. Eventually the other nations showed up, and they were all served. The tension at the table, regardless at Italy and Spain's attempts to bring up small talk, was sparking between everyone. Germany was glaring at France and France was glaring right back, while Russia was eyeing Canada hungrily, getting the young nation nervous, and America glaring at Russia. Japan read the mood and refrained from speaking, while China did quite the opposite. He talked about how far superior and mature he was compared to everyone else. Greece glared at Turkey and Japan was sitting in between them, and Romano was insulting almost evey dish that was brought out to them.

Arthur was the only one who stayed calm, eating silently and smiling to himself. That was untill he said something rather unexpected of him. "I'm so glad we're all hating eachother and disagreeing, it seems more natural." He said simply and sipped at his tea. Everyone else looked at him confused. "Although, if we're really going to be stuck on this boat with one another, why don't we all at least try and get along? Not that I'm incredibly fond of the idea myself." The table was silent, then Francis of all people finally spoke up. "Angleterre is right, though I hate to admit it. We should all try and get along- GERMANY." He said, throwing a angry glare at Ludwig. The large German man looked agaust and instantly became aggresive. "Nein! I will not even try to get along with France." Italy pulled at his sleave, and looked up at him pleadingly. "Veeee- please Germany! This will be a terribly long trip if we don't try and get along! We should listen to Mr. England!"

Spain chimed in aswell. "C'mon everyone! This is suposed to be a fiesta! No matter how much it pains to me agree with Senor Eyebrows, we should all at least try and act like amigos! It will be good for publicity, and make this trip more bareable." Romano rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "As if. I can hardly stand you, and I most certainly can't stand any of these other bastards..." He said with disgust and turned away. Greece got in on the action too, talking much faster than he usually did. "Turkey just came here to steal Japan away from me!" Japan held up his hands as to calm him down. "Please, Heracles-san, I promise I will not leave you." That was when Turkey spoke up. "But Japan is my friend!"

Germany was obviously becoming irritated with all of the getting nowhere. That was when it was Alfred's turn to speak up. "Alright dudes! It's obvious all of your opinions suck, so you'll have to listen to me! I agree to get along with everyone here, as long as Russia will lay off my bro." That was when almost everyone at the table said "Who?" Matthew sighed and looked rather crestfallen, looking down into his lap. France instantly glared at everyone sitting at the table, throwing his arms around little Canada. "You can't be serious! Just look at him! He's so beautiful, just like moi!"

Russia kept on his usual creepy smile. "I will stop laying on Canada if China will shut up about how he is so much more mature than me." China crossed his arms over his chest and looked annoyed. "I'll stop talking about me if Japan admits he's my kid-brother, aru." Japan sighed and glanced over at China from across the table. "I'm your kid-brother, China-san..." Spain beamed all around the table. "Ole! Now we're making some progress! Greece?" The spot-light was now on Greece, who had actually accomplished to fall asleep in the middle of the argument. That is, we thought he was asleep. "I'll... stop fighting with Turkey... since Japan... was willing to cooperate." Turkey agreed aswell and then everyone turned to Germany and France.

Germany huffed and closed his eyes like it pained him to say this. "I'll stop being rude to France, but only for this boat ride." Francis also agreed and Italy was estactic. "Hoooray! We can all be friends again! I wanted to say this earlier, but Germany said for me not to! Alfred, you look really good when you try! It's a major improvement!" He said grinning at America. Alfred smirked and shrugged. "Thanks dude, you don't look too bad yourself." England scoffed and sipped his tea again. "Please, we don't need America's fat head any bigger."

After the dinner, which went suprisingly well, Francis, Ivan, and Turkey went to the smoking room, while Italy dragged off Germany, and Kiku was talking with Yao. Heracles was asleep, and Canada went back to his own room, while Romano and Antonio went off to do God-knows-what. That left Alfred and Arthur to talk out on the deck. America leaned up against the railings whatching as frilly women walked by in frilly dresses while holding onto their dogs, gossiping amoungst themselves. "Bro, what is with all these people? Are they all so snobby and stuck up?" He asked, a bit in disgust. England looked out over the Ocean and sighed. "Saddly, yes. Most of them are this... snobby, as you put it. There is one fine girl, Rose I do believe her name was, who seems a bit on the more outgoing side." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "But her mother is always shutting her down."

America was amazed that England wasn't sticking up for the upper-class. He always seemed so... stuffy, what with all his china tea-sets and antique furniture. "You always seemed to be that way... Sort of posh." Arthur scoffed and turned to face Alfred. "There's a difference between being posh and stuck-up. Yes, I might like fine china, or wear stuffy looking clothes, but I'd trade it all to be back out at sea again. My pirate days are over, as are my conquering days. I'll most likely be shrunk back to just me on my island, along with my annoying brothers. I don't like all these nobles acting so high and mighty, bragging about their company's success any more than you do. They don't understand what it is to work for anything..."

Alfred stared at England, a bit surprised. He never expected him to open up like this. "I'm guessing you don't like this ship, then?" He asked curriously. He personally felt way out of place on this thing, but he figured England would feel right at home. "Not in the least. I'm afraid I won't be in a very good mood for quite some time."

Alfred went back to his room and changed into his normal clothes. Now he felt like he could fit in with the lower-class. He made his way down the hall when a young woman stopped him in the hall. "What are you doing here? You're not from 3rd class." She said with a bit of confusion, not disgust. America rolled his eyes and tried to push past her. "Of course not miss, I was just on my way back to where I belong. So, if you'll excuse me..." He was stopped by her again. "Wait! You're American aren't you?" She asked in her British accent. He sighed and nodded. "Yes, very much so. Why?" He asked a bit annoyed. He really didn't want to have to deal with this girl right now. "Do you know anyone by the name of Jack Dawson?" She asked quickly, hope lacing her voice. America couldn't believe it. She thought just because he was American that he knew this other American... "Can't say that I do, sorry darlin'." She looked rather sad. "Oh... he's in the 2nd class and I just wanted to give him something..."

Now he felt bad. He sighed and looked down at her sympathetically. "What is it? I'm sure I can find him. I am the hero after all!" He said, gaining some of his normal attitude back. She smiled, handing him a small slip of paper. "Give him this message. It's for my thanks." She said, and then walked off. "Thank you! I hope you don't get hastled on your way back to 2nd class housing!" She called behind her. Alfred waved her off and glanced down at the note. "I wonder who that was." He said to himself.

When he got down the second class deck, he heard a very Italian accent near by. What would Italy be doing down on 2nd class? He thought to himself. Then he saw who owned that particular voice. He was talking with a blonde haired guy excitedly about something. America walked up to them and introduced himself. "Hey! I'm Alfred F. Jones, and I was wondering if you could help me with something." The blonde one stopped and stared at him, while the obviously very much Italian man smiled kindly. "What do you-" He was interupted by his companion. "Whoa, man. You're not like... THE Alfred F. Jones, are you?" He asked suspiciously. Alfred mentally cursed at himself. He didn't know this guy would recognize him. He leaned closer to him and hushed his voice. "Yes, but please keep it down, and don't tell anyone else. I'd rather not be shot by some spycho British guy."

The blonde guy smirked and shook his hand. "Sure, whatever. I'm Jack Dawson, and this is my friend, Fabrizio." Alfred couldn't believe his luck. "Oh! I have a note for you from some lady. She told me to give it to you." He said handing it over. Jack smiled and took the note, then slipped in into his pocket for later. "Thanks. So, what brings you down to 2nd class?" He asked, leaning against the railing of the ship. Alfred shoved his hands in his pockets. "It's way too... fancy in 3rd class for someone like me to be hanging around. I thought it'd be nice to be amoungst the regular people. They're more... accepting." Jack nodded and ran a hand through his hair. "And, we have way better parties. You should come to one, it'd be great!" He said, nudging America light heartedly. Alfred shrugged. "Maybe... Sure, I could probably make it, assuming I can get away."

They talked a bit longer about simple things before Alfred decided he'd better get going. He still needed to stop by some place on his way back, and he didn't want to be too late. He made his way back up to 3rd class and found his brother's room. He came in without knocking to find Canada talking with France, and Japan. He turned back to America and waved. "Oh, America, eh. What're you doing here so late?" He asked, pushing his glasses further up onto his nose. Alfred walked over and sat next to his brother. "I was just wondering... what do you think would make Arthur happy? He seems really down in the dumps recently."

France sighed and smiled, crossing his arms. "We were just talking about the same thing. He brought up getting along during this trip, but he's probably just going to keep himself cooped up in his room, or something. We thought maybe you could cheer him up, since you're closest to him." Francis said, gesturing toward Alfred, a knowing smile played across his lips. Alfred shook his head. "No way, you're closer to him than me, Francis. Why don't you do something about it?" He asked with a huff. Francis flipped his long blonde hair. "There's knowing someone longer, and then there's being close to someone longer. Angleterre and I have never exactly seen eye to eye, mon petite Amerique."

They all began to discuss ways for them to get England out of his room when suddenly, America got an awsome idea. "That's it! He's really annoyed and bored by this fancy ship, so why no show him where all the power comes from to even get this thing moving? The engine room!" He suggested excitedly, looking around at everyone to see their reactions. Kiku nods and hold up a fingure in thought. "That could work. Igirisu-san does seem rather put off due to the lack of real use of this vessel. It might help him realize it's not just a floating palace." Matthew nods in agreement. "It could work." Francis nudges America with his foot. "And since you're the hero, of course, you'll be the one to show him to the engine room."