A/n: You guys really better appreciate this. I am working my plump little booty off writing this! While on vacation! As if I didn't have enough work to do thanks to high school.

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Amoka22 thanks for the reviews and following this story! I have plans to be a European history teacher some day! I love the history. I love history because it is that crazy story that isn't fiction. You can be a real life fangirl. Be a fangirl of the present! 'Preuβen runs over gives amoka22 a hug and gives her a homemade pumpkin pie!'

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Third Person POV

Ever since the volunteering nations of England, France, Germany, Prussia, Hungary, Italy, Canada, & Russia decided to leave the world conference to find America it had been havoc. Before they even turned over the ignition nations were arguing who was driving, which wound up as Prussia as he was the only one with an international license. Then there was the arguing of England and France over shotgun which was resolved by Russia brushing past the bickering nations and getting in the front seat, then began kolkolkolkoling.

Now Germany had been having just a rotten day. In fact 99.9% of all his meetings were rotten, that's just how meetings seemed to go for him. This world conference was giving him an extraordinary migraine and Italia clinging to his arm asking for pasta was just the metaphorical icing on the cake. It was just in today's forecast for Mount Doitsu to explode violently.

"Everybody vill shut up! Und they vill shut up NOW!" Germany yelled slipping into his accent, turning his signature purple. "Now that I have everyone's attention," growling at Italia who was chasing a butterfly, "Preuβen will be driving, Russia has shotgun. Second row Canada, Hungary, France. Third row Italia, myself, and England. Any questions?" Germany glared at everyone daring them to ask.

Hungary raised her hand meekly," Germany do I -."

"Ja, Hungary you have to sit next to France. Everyone was placed strategically, I expect minimal troubles from him since I am giving you permission to use you frying pan on him."

Hungary began grinning manically, Germany suddenly felt bad for France as did everyone else except England and Russia.

"Gut, now everyone in the car before birdie and I drive off without you!" exclaimed Prussia.

Now you may be wondering how eight nations are fitting in one car, yes? Well that's because the nations are riding in a clunker! A beat up red minivan. Yes a minivan! Thanks to Germany borrowing Japan's IPhone 5 soon they had a map but only Canada knew the way as he refused to relinquish the device much to Hungary's annoyance. When asked he practically spit his words out.

"Because everybody here is an idiot if the can forget a family member's special day then they can go to h-e- double hockey sticks, because I am sure they would forget the phone somewhere!"

A couple minutes later Prussia looked in the rear view mirror and asked Canada, "Alright man where am I going?"

"You imbecile why don't you know where we're going?! " Thanks England.

"Obviously not you English idiot otherwise I wouldn't have asked!"

"England you don't know where we're going either so shut up dummkopf. That is why we had the whole phone debacle." Germany said exasperatedly.

A grumpy silence entered the car. "So Birdie where am I going again?" asks Prussia.

"Turn right to merge onto I-93 south," grumbles Canada. Now Canada was a usually very quiet dude but when you messed with the North America brothers things had a tendency to get ugly real fast. People have a tendency to think that because America is the loud dominating one he is the older. In actuality, Canada is the older brother in the relationship. And he would be gosh darned if someone messed with his brother or insulted him! Only he had the rights to do that and only to a certain degree. England had broken his boundaries so many times Canada wondered if he even knew they were there. The North America brothers were used to watching each other's backs against Europe, they were full of betrayal if it looked good for them. Have you ever wondered why Europe's general personal bubble space is 3 feet and on the North American continent it is 5 feet, think about it.

Prussia voice snapped Canada out of his thoughts, " Know where Canada?"

"Take exit 7 on the left towards Cape Cod, then merge onto MA-3 south." Canada stated in a monotone ignoring the chaos around him.

"Get off me you bloody git, perverted frog!"

"Hon hon let me show you the power of amour."

"Shut up you dummkopf's!"

"Hungary! Pan!" shouted Prussia

"I'm all over it!"

Unfortunately The Pan seemed unable to contain everyone. But as luck should have it another piece of equipment joined The Pan In keeping order. It was The Pipe. As soon as The Pipe showed up Prussia let out a squeak of fear in seeing The Pipe.

Germany knew of the nightmares his brother still had during his time in the Soviet Union and knew he had to remove The Pipe from his brother sights least he pass out on the interstate.

"Russia why don't you switch seats with Italy, who will switch with Canada so that Canada can give better directions and there will be a person to keep the piece in each row." Said Germany with baited breath hoping not to tick the Russian off.

"Da, comrade that is a good plan," Russia said almost giggling, "Prussia why don't you pull over so we can switch seats, da?"

Prussia nodded almost imperceptibly he was shaking badly, "J-j-a." He stuttered. Prussia was very glad Austria wasn't here to see him like this. First he would treat him like a kid kissing it better then tease him mercilessly after he had the comfort he needed.

Preuβen soooo owed him for this Germany thought, being stuck between Russia and England.

Soon things were under way the time passing quickly as it was only a 45 minute drive. But for Germany's headache it seemed to last forever.

"Doitsu! Doitsu! Can we stop for Pasta! Pasta Germany! Pasta! Pretty please Germany!" Italia whined.

"NEIN!"

"Aww come on Germany! Bitte-schon?"

"D-did you just speak… Never mind." Germany said with a slight blush.

"Become one with Mother Russia?" Russia said sweetly.

"NO!"

"NON!

"NEIN!"

"NINCS!"

"OKAY, Where now Birdie?" Prussia rushed out hoping to preserve what little silence the car had left.

"Continue onto U.S. 44 east."

"And now?"

"Take the U.S. 44 south exit."

"Germany are we there yet?"

"Nein."

"Now Merge onto U.S. 44 east/ Samoset Street." You could all but hear the slash in his sentence.

"Germany are we there yet?"

"Nein."

"Turn right onto Court Street."

"Germany are we there yet?"

"Nein."

Just then Prussia turned into a parking lot and parked the car.

"DOITSU! Why did you lie to me I know were here!?"

"If you know we're at our destination," Here Germany paused for dramatic effect, "WHY DID YOU ASK!" Germany rumbled. Unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car as fast as he could to join Preuβen and Kanada who were looking at a map on the hood.

"Where do you think we are?" Asked Hungary.

"Angleterre? Are you okay" the nations spun around it had to be pretty bad for the French nation to ask how England was doing.

England did indeed look a little sick, and really pale. "I know where we are, this is the colony I raised America in when he was a little boy."

"Plymouth colony, Massachusetts," England said shaking sitting on the edge of the cars bumper.

"Correct England, correct." Muttered Canada.

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A/N: Muuhahahaa cliffhanger! First time I have done one and it is pretty fun since I know how it is going to end!

Thanks for all the lovely reviews and support! More reviews equal more love… And hugs from whatever nation you wish along with a pumpkin pie!

I want 12 reviews before I update next can you wonderful people do that for me? I thought so thanks bunches!

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