Listening to Me Love by Sean Kingston…

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The first thing Alfred did once the cease fire had officially been called was get himself, Matthew, Gilbert and Feliciano some vacation time. Kiku had decided that he didn't want to come. The second thing he did was 'borrow' money from his parents along with raking up some cash via quite a few days of working. After that, it was four expensivetickets to England, and they were very expensive. Alfred wasn't sure he'd be able to get enough money for the rides back home once the time rolled around.

At the current moment, they were standing in the middle of London with their luggage, looking damn well like tourists. They probably looked a bit odd too since the place was absolutely totaled. Buildings either had enormous, gaping holes in them, threatening to topple them over or they'd already been torn down in the midst of all of the conflict just over a week ago. So coming here for vacation probably wasn't on top of quite a few people's lists.

"Jeez, it didn't look so bad from up in the sky," Alfred mulled, looking up at the bright sky. "And I'm surprised that it didn't storm whenever we went. Isn't it supposed to be really dreary here?" he continued, looking back at his friends, Gilbert looking like…well, Gilbert and Feliciano looking a bit nervous. Matthew was examining the city as well taking note on how many iconic structures were now missing.

"Well, there were a ton of missions postponed because of the weather, I guess we just got all of the lucky ones," Matthew then mulled, shaking his head. "It's a real shame though…I'm not seeing quite a bit of buildings you'd normally see when you come to visit," he continued. "Should probably go to Paris sometime too to check on how that place's doing."

"Dude, I'm not going. God, all of that money…" Alfred groaned. "I didn't even know it was possible to make flight tickets that expensive," he muttered as he raked a hand through his hair. "Anyways, c'mon, let's just walk around. Where do you think Lovino is?"

"Well, prisoners of war are normally held in camps or reserved jails from what I've heard," Matthew pointed out. "We should ask around places like that first."

They continued walking around the city, assessing the damage they'd caused. The craters in the ground created by the missiles that had been misled or dodged had clearly been filled up sloppily. It was likely that they'd go back to them though, to fix them up more properly now that the haste of war was over.

"Fuck you! Give me the damn shit, I'm a fucking dirt poor motherfucker, so hand it over bastard!" someone wailed, catching the group's attention. Alfred grinned broadly at the sight of Lovino, who was still decked out in a worn US Air Force uniform, arguing with a street vendor that had decided to come out for the day. The guy simply crossed his arms and have Lovino a hard stare and the hotheaded Italian returned the gesture.

"Lovino!" Feliciano cried, dashing over to his twin and hugging him from behind. Feliciano's twin simply swore even further and tried to wiggle out of Feliciano's tight, bear hug. The other three approached them, Gilbert looking well…still like Gilbert, Alfred with his broad grin and Matthew looking a bit confused.

"Dammit, what is with you and hugging?" Lovino demanded heatedly, shoving Feliciano off of him only to have his twin latch back onto him.

"Uh…mind if I ask why you're here?" Matthew asked, rubbing at the back of his head. He really looked baffled and it humored Alfred.

"Uh, duh? Did you not notice me gone? Fuck, I was shot down you bastard and had to hide from these motherfuckers until this damn war ended! It's about fucking time you arrived! I'm fucking starving, it's hard hiding with only your uniform as clothes! I had no money and I suck at stealing!" Lovino burst angrily. He was about to continue when he heard Feliciano sniff and looked down at his twin who was still latched onto him. "What?"

"I-I'm super happy that I found you, b-but all you do is yell at us…" Feliciano wept and it was clear that Lovino was now going through a guilt trip. He awkwardly grunted before hugging his twin back briefly and shoving him off directly afterwards.

"There, you happy?" he muttered and Feliciano grinned through his tears, wiping them from his cheeks and nodding his head. Lovino then huffed and muttered under his breath about Feliciano being a crybaby.

Gilbert then grinned and clapped his hands together. "Well! That was easy, finding Lovino," he announced. "I'm glad you're so loud Lovino! We would've never found ya if you weren't being you!" he continued and Lovino spat on the silver haired pilot who immediately made a disgusted sound and wiped the saliva off of his chin. "Dude! What was that for?"

"Bastard," was all Lovino replied with before returning his attention to his twin. "…Did you still get Italian?"

"Hm? Oh…no I didn't. I knew you'd still want some, so I saved the moment for you. Kiku did request some for me even though I told him he didn't need to," he smiled softly. "Kiku's super nice, he's been my best friend ever since Ludwig showed him to me~!"

"So what are we going to do now?" Gilbert then asked, stretching his arms above his head. "Thing's here are obviously going to be closed for a while, so what do we do now?"

"Well Mattie and I need to find an old friend, so we'll be seeing you around!" Alfred piped, grabbing his Canadian friend by the wrist and dragging him off without Matthew's consent. Gilbert watched the two look alikes walk away from them before turning and grinning at the Vargas twins.

"So guys, what do you want to do around this dump?"

Alfred and Matthew continued to power walk, courtesy of Alfred, around London, the American clearly clueless about what he was doing, but too prideful to admit it. Matthew didn't say anything either though, and let himself be drug around England's capital until Alfred legitimately asked for assistance. He wondered how long his friend could go before caving in.

They suddenly stopped in the middle of a sidewalk and Alfred furrowed his eyebrows. "Uh…"

"You don't know what you're doing don't you?" Matthew asked almost smugly.

"…I was just waiting for you to say something," Alfred muttered and Matthew rolled his eyes. That was something Alfred would do too. "Where do we start? I obviously don't know where Artie's stationed, though he could be out and likely here since he mentioned in one of his first letters that he hangs out in London quite a bit."

"Well let's just search around until we find something helpful," Matthew suggested and Alfred huffed.

"That'll take too long," he pouted and Matthew took his turn to drag Alfred around town. After a bit of dragging and being drug, they came across a familiar face and a vaguely familiar face. "Artie!"

"Yeah, it's a tough job an—gah!" Arthur yelped when Alfred tackled Arthur, getting a running start to top it off. Matthew soon approached the two, who were currently on the ground, looking a bit embarrassed before looking at Arthur's talking buddy. He had wavy blond hair and blue eyes, a beard that was just stubble and…

"You!" both Matthew and Arthur's friend barked simultaneously, pointing a finger at each other. It caught Alfred and Arthur's attentions and they looked at the two.

"You're the bastard that dared to blow a damn kiss those years ago!" Matthew accused loudly.

"Bastard? Have you ever heard of being friendly? I was just being nice!"

"No way! You're not supposed to do that in the middle of a God forsaken war!"

Alfred removed himself from Arthur and watched in amusement and Matthew than this fairly familiar blond went back and forth as if they'd known each other for their whole lives. "So, is this this Francis guy you were talking about in your letters?" he asked Arthur who sighed and nodded his head. Arthur then stood up and yanked on one of Francis's ears.

"Ow! Oh come on Angleterre! I was just talking…"

"Just talking?" he questioned, cocking an eyebrow. Alfred wished that he'd been able to snap a photo at that moment. The look of pure apathy on Arthur's face was priceless. Francis opened his mouth as if he were going to say something before huffing and deciding against it. "Now Matthew, this is Francis Bonnefoy. Francis, this is my old friend Matthew Williams."

Matthew simply huffed, crossed his arms and averted his gaze in response. Francis gave Arthur a look that clearly read 'do I really have to be nice to this guy?' before mirroring Matthew's reply. "Oh God," Arthur groaned before facepalming. "They look like children."

"Do not!"

"Those two are in perfect sync," Alfred snickered. Arthur than looked at him as if sizing him up and Alfred stopped his snickering and suddenly felt self-conscious. His old friend then smiled and placed a hand on his hip.

"You look older. Don't act like it though," he then pointed out and Alfred pouted. "I'm surprised you were able to get here. I saw how expensive tickets to America, Canada, England and France have become. They almost literally sky rocketed."

"It was a real pain getting the money, but hey, we're here. Oh, and Gilbert, Lovino and Feli are here," Alfred answered. "Lovino's here because he was shot down, though I think I already told you that in a letter."

"Yeah, you did," Arthur nodded his head in remembrance.

"So! You gonna show me your precious?" Alfred grinned, suddenly changing the subject as he placed his hands on his hips. Arthur could only raise an eyebrow in question, if Alfred was talking about someone he's in a relationship with, he must've heard wrong.

"I think your cher here is trying to say that he wants to see your plane," Francis grinned at Arthur. Arthur huffed at the 'cher' and was happy that Alfred didn't know what that meant. The Briton then sighed and nodded his head, telling Alfred he'd let him see 'his precious'.

He was slightly surprised that they'd let Arthur take Alfred and Matthew to the hangar, but then again, the guys just seemed tired when they waved them off. At the current moment, Alfred was ogling over Arthur's Eurofighter, currently seated in the cockpit. "Sssoooo cooooll…" was the only coherent thing he was muttering at the moment.

Matthew on the other hand, was standing a good distance from Francis as he examined the Eurofighters and Tornado's around him. He immediately recognized the one with the bull in front of a yellow circle.

"This thing has like, no dials!" Alfred piped in awe. "It's all electronic screens!" he continued. "Man, this thing's so nice and fancy-smancy! I wonder when the Silent Eagle's gonna be active in the Air Force…"

"Al, the F-15SE is still being tested, I doubt it'll be active for another year or two," Matthew pointed out from his spot in the middle of the hangar. Alfred glanced over at Matthew, muttering something along the lines of 'you're such a killjoy' before he furrowed his eyebrows. He then grinned and motioned for Matthew to take a few steps to his right and a bit confused, the Canadian did so.

"Aww, there we go! Now you look like you know each other!"

"Alfred you hoser!" Matthew barked once he noticed how close Alfred had gotten him to Francis.

"What? I don't think he's that bad," Francis grinned as Matthew stepped away from the French pilot. Alfred grinned and gave Francis a thumb up.

"Ugh, he's bad once you get to know him better," Matthew muttered.

"You're a bit bad yourself," Francis replied.

Alfred had resumed with checking out the Eurofighter, Arthur standing at the bottom of the plane, on the opposite side of Francis and Matthew. "What is wrong with you?" Alfred perked to attention when he heard his friend wail.

"Jeez Mattie, didn't know you could be so loud," he grinned before shifting his position so that he was looking at his and Arthur's friend, said Brit peeking under the Eurofighter and at the two.

"But this guy is frustrating!" Matthew whined, swinging his hands in Francis's direction.

"Naw, he's only frustrating because you're still pissed about that attack," Alfred replied, waving a hand in the air in a slightly careless manner.

"I think Francis can be frustrating at times," Arthur spoke his opinion, jumping up onto one of his plane's wings. Matthew huffed and crossed his arms and Alfred could only grin.

"I think he just has a subconscious crush on him," he muttered to Arthur who grinned.

"Maybe."

"What's all of the yelling about?" someone asked. Looking over to the entrance to the hangar, they saw a brown haired, green eyed young man with a Spanish accent and a slight tan. "Hm? Arthur quiénes eres estos? Amigos?"

"Oh, just a few hotheaded visitors," Francis answered for Arthur, Matthew barking something in the background, though he managed to tune the Canadian out.

"Well, not really hotheaded, Mattie down there normally isn't all 'in your face' and stuff like that," Alfred mulled. Antonio grinned at Arthur as he stopped at the foot of the plane.

"So, is this the friend you were talking about?" he asked as Arthur swung his legs over the edge of the wing he was on, nodding his head in the process. "Impresionante."

"Dude, you speak Spanish?" Alfred piped, turning in the opposite direction so that he was now facing Antonio. "That's so cool! Spanish is awesome dude!" he continued excitedly, Antonio grinning proudly as the American said so.

"Excuse moi? And not French?" Francis questioned as he moseyed over to the Eurofighter.

"Hm? Oh, yeah French's pretty cool with those weird noises you guys make, but I still like Spanish the best for some reason. It just sounds really cool, especially the double r's! A lot of people can't do that you know!" Alfred piped, averting his attention in between Antonio and Francis. "Besides, it's Mattie who's got the hots for French."

"Do not you liar!"

Alfred snorted in humor and grinned at the ALA pilot. "He's right. 'M just joking here, but he does take interest in French. Hey Mattie! Why didn't you take French while you were in Canada?"

"I never thought about it Alfred," Matthew muttered as he approached the plane as well.

"Oh hey! Yeah, Gilbert, Lovino and Feliciano are probably wreaking havoc on London! Can't let that happen, c'mon, let's go look for them before they tear the place down even more!" Alfred announced abruptly, jumping out of the cockpit.

"Gilbert? As in Gilbert Beilschmidt? Wait one moment por favor! Un momento!" Antonio piped, grinning broadly as he turned and ran out of the hangar to retrieve something or someone. Alfred watched Antonio leave for a moment before becoming confused for a brief moment. Then he remembered that Gilbert had a sibling.

"Do you think he's getting Ludwig?"

"Likely," Arthur nodded his head. "Quite the reunion today I guess. Everyone's meeting everyone again."

"And then we've got someone meeting someone new," Alfred grinned at Matthew who stuck his tongue out at his American friend.

The sound of Antonio's happy Spanish and a deep voice with a slightly awkward tone could be heard as Antonio came parading in with Ludwig. "Hola amigos! We can go now!" he announced loudly as Ludwig tried to tug his wrist out of Antonio's grasp. "I've got Ludwig!"

"Oh cool! Gilbert and Feli are going to be so happy!"

Ludwig took a moment to let what Alfred had said sink in before he stopped his struggles. "Gilbert's here? And Feliciano?"

"Of course dude!" Alfred grinned, sliding off of the wing of the plane and landing heavily on his feet. "Kiku isn't here though, that would've been awesome though, you Kiku and Feliciano were like, an epic trio, although I'm sure we can come up with something even more awesome (1)…"

They spent quite a bit of time wandering around London in hopes of catching wind about three weird people, one loud, another childish and the last very, very moody. It took about an hour until they finally found Gilbert, Lovino and Feliciano loitering in Hyde Park. Gilbert looked like he was doing something akin to sunbathing, his luggage a bit of a distance from his actual location.

"Heey! Hey guys! Look who we've brought!" Alfred called, catching quite a bit of attention, though he didn't mind that at all. Gilbert looked up, seemingly about to complain about something when he spotted his little brother.

"Bruder!" he cried, jumping up and racing over to them. Ludwig held up his hands in hopes of getting his brother to stop only to have the silver haired pilot tackle him to the ground. "Es ist so gut dich zu sehen!"

"Luuudwiiiiig!" Feliciano then jumped down next to them, nuzzling one of Ludwig's hands. "Mi sei mancato tanto!" he cried, looking on the verge of tears. Lovino simply stared at them from a distance, that infamous look of 'I don't know these people', gracing his features.

"Gah! Get off of me you two!" Ludwig barked, his face dark red in embarrassment. Gilbert immediately stood up and brushed the dirt off of his knees while Feliciano refused to let the German go. He simply continued to talk in Italian to Ludwig as the blond stood up. Feliciano then stood up and latched onto Ludwig.

"Come stai?" Feliciano asked, finally stepping away and grinning brightly at his crush, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Uh…" Ludwig couldn't come up with anything to say at the moment. It was kind of embarrassing to be tackled by two strange people in the middle of a moderately busy park.

"I knew you were out there!" Gilbert then accused, pointing an index finger at his brother. "How dare you stand up to my awesomeness in the air! You should've stayed! You know why? Because we would've whooped ass! Why didn't you stay? You should've!"

"Why'd you leave Ludwig? I was so worried and it made me sad to think that you were so far away and that I could never see you again. Can you come back? I think Gilbert would like it that you came back and I know I'd like it if you came back, so I think you should~!"

Alfred snickered at the amount of slightly unwanted attention Ludwig was getting, Feliciano still holding onto one of Ludwig's hands in both of his while his brother had swung an arm around his shoulders, telling stories about some of their missions and obviously, over exaggerating about the whole thing. "He almost looks like he wants to leave," Alfred grinned.

"True, but I know he's happy. Inside that is," Arthur replied as they watched the German pilot. Alfred was watching the scene before something struck him that made his shoulders droop.

"Uh…Artie…?"

"Yes?" Arthur asked, turning his attention to Alfred. His eyebrows raised when he saw the slightly devastated look on the American's face. "What's wrong?" he continued, becoming genuinely concerned for his friend.

"Eh heh…I kinda forgot to book places for us to stay…"

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(1) Axis are an epic trio, though they could come up with something more awesome – Hint, hint.

Cher - Dear

Es ist so gut dich zu sehen! – It's so good to see you!

Come stai? – How are you?

Baaw, urinary tract infections are so wiiieeeerd…it makes me super antsy and I just cannot sit still. ;A; It doesn't hurt though. It's just an irritation that's just there to annoy you. And I feel like I'm going to despise cranberry juice by the time this is over.

Aww, I love how nice out it is…normally it'd be about thirty, forty degrees (Fahrenheit) at this time of the year, but it's an amazing eighty! Ah…I love it. Too bad my vacation to South Carolina will be useless though now that it's basically as warm as it is down there in a week. Baaw.

Lol, I was meaning to update yesterday, but like I mentioned earlier, the urinary tract infection made me too antsy and I just couldn't sit still, so I forced my mom to drive me to Barns & Noble just to walk around the place…I think I've mentioned before in another story that I could live in one of those…I couldn't find a new book I'd like though…;A;

Mm, I'm going to go outside once I've got this up, my dad's out with the puppy, reading a book and that sounds really nice right now. :3

Fun Fact: The Interstate highway system (in the US) was built for some military reasons. Most of the roads are so long so they could be used as runways for aircraft during the Cold War.