A/N: It's official, this is my most popular story ever. I try to reply to all your reviews if I can, and yeah I know I say the same thing if you review multiple times but I hope you all know that I mean it. You're the reason I sit at work with a notebook scribbling down ideas. And without further emotional attachment from me, here's chapter 4.

Also, sorry for the delay of this chapter, I really had to rethink the entire sequence of things (which resulted in me having to scrap my whole chapter 4) that will occur in this story and after a lot of thought, I finally know how. Not only that but my birthday was on the 11th (yey for being 18! -throws confetti-) and this chapter is celebrating 5 long years of being on this site and being an authoress. Thank you all for keeping me going for this long.

Universal Studios is going to be split up into two parts, just because of all there is to do in the park… So yeah, enjoy and sorry for the massive AN… orz

Uhhh copyright of all things Universal Studios related goes to them. I own nothing as usual.

Chapter four: Island of Adventure Part I.

Alfred F. Jones was a powerful man. Through the years he had gotten away with many things that he really shouldn't have gotten away with: Making stupid decisions, sneaking peeks to official documents that only specific peoples' eyes were allowed to lay, and saying several less than intelligent things to some very important people. However, it seemed like this was one of the rare cases that the name of 'Alfred F. Jones' didn't mean much such as when the owner of the hotel was called in due to the state in which Alfred and Arthur had been found. Arthur tried to explain calmly to the hotel attendant that it was all a big misunderstanding, which was much easier said than done; it's even a difficult task for Arthur Kirkland to try to excuse the fact that Alfred's hand was gripped around Arthur's very needy erection while he himself was buried deep inside the Englishman. Needless to say, the attendant was un-amused as he led the two into the stuffy office to await the owner.

Arthur tried not to say much as he gripped his towel around his waist cursing the fool who came up with water proof covers for pool security cameras and Alfred tried to dig his way out with a plastic spoon. It sounded like a young child getting yelled at by a parent with many "Alfred, what were you thinking's." and "Alfred you should know better's." In fact, the green-eyed nation was quite sure he had said similar things to the other when he was but a colony. Arthur only began to really pay attention towards the end of the preaching.

"Alfred, another incident like this and I will seriously considering taking away your night in Cinderella's castle. Just because you have a high name doesn't mean you can take advantage of our favors to you." Arthur shot a distressed look to the side of Alfred's face, his head leaping in panic when thinking about the possibility of them not being able to spend special time together in what was, perhaps, the most luxurious and romantic spot in the whole country… Alfred leaned forward slightly paying no mind to his slipping towel.

"Of course sir, we were careless. It won't happen again and I apologize for the inconvenience of bringing you here." Alfred passed smoothly. The English nation was always amazed that Alfred could make himself sound so intelligent when he was trying to win someone over… Sadly, it was only select times.

"Make sure of it. You're treading on thin ice, Mr. Jones, you and your," Trailing off, the large man shifted his gaze to England who felt himself shrink under the stare. "Friend." He finished crudely. Although feeling anger towards the treatment, Alfred only smiled sweetly.

"Understood."

"Good, now, if you don't mind I'll be returning home. Have a good night and I trust I won't hear anything else from the two of you." Crossing and opening the door much like a principal would to delinquents, he bid them goodbye to the two blondes and locked his office after them while the couple walked towards the elevator.

"What a jerk." Alfred sighed when they were out of ear shot. Arthur felt his cheeks burning once again.

"Yes, but you're the one who said that they wouldn't mind, git." Recoiling a bit from the comment, Alfred pulled his towel up around his waist tighter as they entered the elevator. "Not to mention they wouldn't allow us to get our suits and now we'll have to get new ones…"

"Nah, I always bring extra ones." Alfred brushed the comment away with a hand wave as his towel slid down his hips a bit more. Arthur moved his eyes to the wall and huffed. Did he plan for things like regularly? That was indeed a scary thought…

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It was the hottest day yet of their vacation thus far as they walked Islands of Adventure. After being in trouble the night before, Arthur was very adamant in his decision that he wanted to leave the hotel without breakfast much to Alfred's discontent. The two decided to take a break from the constant Disney parks and once Alfred heard the words "comic book super heroes," he was sold on the idea. Replacing his normal breakfast with plenty of sugary foods, the American nation was bouncing off the walls and more than ready to begin his day while the elder scoped out their map.

"Iggy, let's do 'The Hulk!' It's such a fun coaster!" Alfred begged while pulling on Arthur's arm. The Englishman nearly ripped the map in half before glaring at him.

"If I looks anything like that green madness, forget it." Arthur pointed to a twisted gaggle of green track that looped seemingly all the way into the sky.

"…That's it."

"No way." He spat.

"Come on, you owe me for getting us out of trouble!" Alfred's feeble attempt at reason only made the other fold the map up and stuff it into his back pocket. He grabbed Alfred's hand rather roughly and dragged him towards the bridge that led to the ride.

"Okay, fine, but we are not, I repeat: We are not sitting in the front." Arthur walked at a quick pace as Alfred threw a punch into the air to celebrate his victory while lightly squeezing the small hand that rested over his own. After a few long strides, the two were walking in sync and standing on the end of the long line for the ride. Once again, hearing the screaming coming from the riders, Arthur's hand began to tense up around Alfred's noticeably, causing the taller to free his thumb from the death hold to calm the Englishman next to him. They were inside the building but the line was slow moving and the heat was nearly unbearable, making the English nation shift uncomfortably in more ways than one.

"Calm down, you're going to force yourself into a heart attack, old man." Alfred smiled sweetly, taking edge off of his comment.

"I'm not old," The green-eyed man glared. "And if you didn't insist on going on every ride that has a health hazard displayed prominently before you get on, perhaps I wouldn't be like this."

"Don't pay attention to those things, it only really matters if you're pregnant or something." Alfred narrowed his eyes and looked over the top frames of his glasses. "You're not pregnant are you?"

"NO I'M NOT PREGNANT, GIT." Arthur raged while snatching his hand back. Normally, he would have found himself perturbed by the massive amounts of strange looks he was getting but he was far too busy being mad at the younger. Alfred laughed with his usual good spirits, the mass turning back to mind their own business and writing off their shenanigans as insanity. The rest of the wait in line had been spent in silence despite Alfred's constant attempts at trying to get the man next to him to laugh as Arthur swore he could feel his brain frying in his skull. Looking at the peppy nation beside him, Arthur wondered how he wasn't shedding a single drop of sweat while he himself felt as if he had gotten caught in a violent rain storm. The line was finally being refined into a single file as the couple reached the very last flight of stairs.

"Wait, Arthur, don't go in that line," Alfred pulled the other into the longer of the two lines. "That one's for the front." Seeing the elder roll his eyes, he sighed and gave up trying to talk until they were the next people in line. Arthur hadn't been paying much attention until he saw just what gate they were standing in back of.

"Alfred, unless this ride is backwards, I'm going to be very unhappy with you." The English nation hissed with an angry smile while grabbing the front of the other's t-shirt to bring him down to his slight height difference. The next set of carts rolled into the station with very happy ride goers while Alfred was struggling to get out of the other's grasp. The gate opened and the American managed to bump the less than happy man attached to him forward and almost into the front seat. Arthur sat with his arms crossed and glaring at the one next to him as their harnesses were secured over them.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it can't be that bad. At least it's outdoors." Arthur had to admit the kid had a point; most of his terrible experiences had been on the indoor rides…

The cart lurched forward at a completely bearable speed, one that Arthur suspected would stay constant until the coaster chain dropped them off into their first drop. What he most certainly did not expect was in the middle of the climb upwards for their speed to almost triple in a matter of seconds as they were propelled up and out of the "launch tube." Arthur felt a scream tear from his throat as his hand grasped Alfred's in a bone crunching death grip. Alfred tried to quiet his laughs at the utterly hysterical curses coming from the "gentleman" next to him while their decent through the twisted labyrinth of green track continued. After a minute of painful torture, the ride skidded to a halt right before the ride platform. Alfred looked over after reaching up to fix his glasses which, had he not grabbed half way through the ride, would have been thrown clear across the park at this point.

"You okay…?" Sky blues met Arthur's cheek, completely void of color as tears trailed their way down to his chin. Alfred couldn't be entirely sure if they were due to fear or just out of sheer force of the coaster, after all, his eyes had watered a bit as well. Getting his hand released in a few wiggles, the taller reached over to wipe away the tears.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." Arthur snapped as they were brought into the ride housing to be let off. Arthur nearly darted out of the ride and down the platform without Alfred, leaving him to catch up. At the end of the ramps leading back down to the ground, the Englishman finally stopped short and whirled around, Alfred colliding with him and almost sending them tumbling towards the ground if Arthur hadn't had a firm foot hold. "I'm never going on any ride with you ever again. I told you I didn't bloody want to sit in the front and you sat us up there anyway!" Walking out of the way of people trying to exit, the two walked out into the sunlight.

"I, uh, didn't think it would go that fast?" Alfred commented while Arthur stopped and roughly hit his arm.

"I hate you." Arthur spat out in closing as Alfred held his arm.

"Okay, fine, I suck! Then let's go to 'Seuss Landing', if little kids can handle that, you should be fine!" After a long one sided glaring match, Arthur sighed.

"Fine, but if any ride is taller than I am, I refuse to go on it." Getting a slight laugh from Alfred caused his cheeks to stain with a light tinge as they began walking through the park. The heat was almost stifling and the elder almost found himself out of breath as they finally reached walk way that was speckled with different rock fragments half way to 'Seuss Landing'. Alfred insisted they stop at the Cinnabon that was to their left and packed away more sugar into his system. Arthur only rolled his eyes again as he walked into Seuss Landing which was brightly colored with twisted architecture and rhymes on signs everywhere. He smiled slightly at the rides that were much less intense than the rest of the park as Alfred caught up, cinnamon bun icing still on his face.

"Iggy… Geeze, wait up for a minute, will ya?" The younger panted.

"Maybe if you didn't eat all that rubbish you wouldn't be so slow." Taking the comment seriously, Alfred pouted while Arthur reached up to wipe away the icing from his lip. Alfred's smile returned to his face as he grabbed the hand the finger was attached to that hovered by his lips and sucked the icing off, another dark flush staining the Englishman's cheeks.

"It's really hot out, let's go on 'One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish' and cool off!" Alfred declared with an extravagant hand movement. The green-eyed man was only impressed that he had managed to spit the title of the ride out that quickly and walked in the line with him with no protest. Looking at the ride, it was obviously a ride that would get you wet but there were only little fountains and Arthur figured you couldn't possibly get too wet.

At the end of the ride, Arthur decided that he would no longer listen to his logic; after all, this was only the umpteenth time it seemed flawed…