Chapter Four

New York, afraid to fall asleep in case her best friend decided to betray her, was playing Scrabble on her phone while listening to the latest tunes on her iPod. It was already 3 am and she hadn't gotten a bit of shut eye. Suddenly, her iPod and phone decided to die at the same time. Fuck.

Laying in the dark with nothing to do, she rolled out of her cot with what California would call 'movie-ninja-person-flare'. Tip-toeing across the carpeted floor of the plane, she passed most of the sleeping states. America was at the far end sleeping under the official American seal. He seemed to be asleep but she knew him to well. "Alfie, wake up." she poked him in the stomach and a small smile spread across the nation's face.

"Yyyyyeesss?" he whispered, opening one eye. New York smiled at him and held up her iPod. "It died."

"That's why you came over here. I knew you had an excuse." America joked, sitting up against the wall. New York sat next to him and placed the device in her pocket. "No, I can't just see my favorite nation?"

"I'm the only nation you know."

"Correction, I know Japan."

"Well…" the two laughed and America looked at one of his best friends. "Lena, you aren't nervous, are you?" She looked at him, surprised. "Who, me? I'm excited, no need to fuss over this New Yorker!" she pointed at her self and smiled crazily. That was what America loved about her. Almost as fearless as himself and well, kinda stupid. But that was just the start. There was also her ability to make him happy, and sad, but a good sad. (Does that make sense?) Hell, when he was around her, half the time America's inner self was having its own civil war! (Does that make sense?) It was always fighting over what to say. America could never stop smiling in her presence. He still remembered their first meeting…

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Connecticut, America's first friend and about his age, was on his way over. So when America heard a knock at the door, expecting it to be his friend, America didn't even ask 'who's there?' before answering. When his big brother England turned around and greeted him, the little kid was surprised. "America, what did I tell you about opening the door without asking 'who's there?'!?" "Sorry Iggy, I thought you were my friend." He let in his big brother who sighed and bent down to face him. "I'm sorry Alfred; I just don't want you to get hurt. Especially by France, I hate that son of a-", but the nation caught himself before he used foul language in front of his younger brother. "Never mind, I came to tell you something very important." He stood up and the young nation looked at up at him. "I have acquired some new land from The Netherlands. I will of course be the one taking care of it but I was just going to tell you. Anyway, I should be going. See you later Alfred." the nation was about to leave but Little America grabbed onto his arm. "Arthur, what's its name?" England looked surprised, "Oh, right. New York, its name is New York." With that, he left. Obviously, England didn't know that the colonies had personifications like America. He just thought they were land. So that small, but important, bit of information had been America's little secret.

That night, Connecticut stood America up. He never showed up to the poor guy's house. The next day, America stormed over to Connecticut's house. He banged on the door. "You'd better open up you fat-face!" He was angry. Connecticut swung the door open. He was a little older then America but that didn't stop the young nation from insulting him. It was all in good fun though, America kinda just wanted to Connecticut made… "What was that for?!" the colony asked, a little upset. "You didn't show yesterday. What gives?" The colony thought for a moment then remembered. "Oh yeah, your big brother adopted a new colony! We were all meeting her. I thought you would come but I guess I was wrong." America realized that this new colony must think he was a total jerk. "Oh… Well, can you take me to see them?" Connecticut scratched his chin, pretending to think. Finally he shrugged and him and America made their way to New York's place.

When the two got there, America boldly knocked on the door. He heard footsteps from inside and quickly fixed his hair. A small girl with curly dark brown hair, like the chocolate he loved so much, opened the door. "Hallo, hoe han kan ik u helpen?" she said in quietly Dutch. "Um, what?" America asked, unintelligently. Connecticut elbowed him in the stomach. "So sorry New York, do you mind repeating that in English?" the girl tilted her head and then widened her eyes. "Oh, so sorry, what I said was, hello how can I help you." America nodded. "Sorry I couldn't come and see you yesterday, I wasn't thinking straight." The girl smiled, "Dat is goed, no need to apologize. I'm assuming you are America, ja?" He nodded and the little girl let them in. They spent the afternoon getting to know each other. It turned out that they were about the same age. America felt something for her; it was scary but exciting at the same time. He wasn't sure how to explain it and wouldn't know what it was for a long time.

The two grew close and over the years became good friends. New York's English got much better and soon, she began to form an obnoxious, yet cute accent. America loved it. He loved her…

Present…

New York had finally fallen asleep next to America. After an hour of talking, they began yawning so the two decided to lie down. Even though the cot was small, it was big enough for two people to fit, but not comfortably. America didn't care. They talked for another hour before she fell asleep. America spent 30 minutes staring at her perfect face and that hair-oh, that beautiful hair-before falling asleep himself. "Goodnight, Lena…"

A/N: I was debating with myself weather or not to write an Author's Note cause I didn't want to kill the mood I'd just set, but what the heck, it's TUESDAY! I think… But hey, aren't I awesome? TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY! You are welcome. Please R&R and think about what I said before.

Love you sweet angel faces! (And I mean it!) ;P