Magic Kingdom (part 2)

"Oooooo! Artie will you take a picture of me with the White Rabbit?" England turned and saw the classic red waist coat and gold spectacles of the White Rabbit and smirked.

"Very well, then." The line for the rabbit was rather small so America was high-fiving and posing with the over-sized version of the character before too long. Since they were right by them, America decided that they should take a quick go on the tea-cups ride. So quick in fact, that England very nearly puked as soon as they were off, only adding to America's amusement. They took a path by Winnie-the Pooh and Tigger, and decided that a small snack was in order. Though England was nothing if not careful while ingesting the new form of sustenance.

England stuck to the practical bottle of water while merely nibbling on a large pretzel. America on the other hand, took one look at a family sitting nearby and ordered a very large, very tall ice cream cone and soda. England didn't want to watch him eat it, but that was a hard task when the man decided to sit in front of him, rather than beside. England distracted himself by taking in his surroundings. The bright and colorful settings added much to the cheerful and optimistic attitude surrounding the parks. The cries of joy from children and adults alike also brought a small smile to England's face. It was a rare occasion when a nation, such as England, could sit back and enjoy the happiness and relaxation of the humans around him.

"Alrighty Arthur! Let's hit some rides!" Perhaps not the relaxation.

After disembarking a flying elephant, and making sure that America's stomach was stable, the pair made their way across the street and towards the line for the Snow White ride. The line was atrocious. They had had such luck with lines up until now, that England had almost forgotten what kind of a place he was visiting. While they did not have to wait for over an hour, the slow pace, and America's bored chatter made it feel as though it were longer. Once they made their way to the small boats, each named for one of the famous dwarves, England hoped it was all worth it. Unfortunately for the Englishman, the ride was merely a short boat ride with pictures and audio from the film, however it was proclaimed to be a classic of the park and as such, a must on the American's to-do list.

"Look out Artie! The evil witch Queen is right there! AUGH!" America very near shouted in England's ear as 'thunder' cracked and the lights around them flashed.

"You have seen this movie before, I'm sure. And I know I read the story to you as a child. There is no need to get so excited."

"Arthur, come on. You are just being stubborn about not having fun. OH! Look. Pretty happy ending. Artie, how come none of your castles are in the clouds?"

"You've just never seen them at the right time. Sunrise on a hill, with the proper amount of fog- wait a minute! I don't need to compare my architecture to a painting from a cartoon! ...Alfred,...why has the ride stopped...?" The duo's boat had currently halted its course along the track and was simply playing the cheerful bird chatter and operatic music from the end of the film over and over again.

"Oh...ya this'll happen from time to time. Sometimes the ride just needs a minute to reboot-"

"Don't try to sugar coat this Alfred F. Jones. I've heard the horror stories! We are going to be stuck here for two hours, with no one attempting to rescue us from this cartoon hell!" England continued to rant, despite America's best attempts to calm him. Other boats were beginning to near them and England didn't seem to notice.

"I'm going to have this blasted song in my head and that damned dwarves' face is going to follow me wherever I go."

"Artie, come on, you're being ridiculous! And that is coming from me!"

"You always say I'm ridiculous, but in the end, who ends up being right?" America pouted slightly and mumbled incoherently in response. Luckily for the blonds, the ride did not take two hours to start back up. In fact, it barely took seven minutes.

"See how time flies when you're having fun arguing with your boyfriend?" America asked with a laugh as they walked away from the classic ride and toward an even more infamous one. Possibly the only ride to have such a strong lasting impression on the world's people to date.

"Before you say a word, I just wanna say, it isn't as bad as everybody makes it out to be."

"Of course you'd say that, it's your bloody ride. God...if I have a stroke, seizure, or anything of the kind, I am blaming you!" America grinned and pushed England further up the line to 'It's a Small World'. The line itself wasn't altogether horrible, but England had a bad feeling about the rest of the ride, after glancing at the gold and silver painted walls and props. He actually found himself locking eyes with widely grinning clock face in the center of the wall and feeling rather uncomfortable.

"Damn thing, is probably cursed or some nonsense..." He muttered under his breath as he tore his gaze away from the large piece of wood work above him. They made their way into the long boats that would take them through the ride and England busied himself with trying to identify the different currencies in the water below them.

"Come on Arthur, this is gonna be fun. Try to look around a little!" Not that they had gone anywhere of course, but the American felt he had to poke and prod NOW in order to get England to look around later. The boat began to move and England tried to prepare himself for the worst headache of his life.

What he got instead was one of the best laughs. It took about a minute and a half of staring blankly at the small dolls, moving sceneries, and listening to one of the most loved and loathed songs in the world for the thought to hit him. All of it was ridiculous. England burst out laughing and couldn't bring himself to stop at all until about half way through the ride when they past the British section of the world. Then he laughed even harder. The other boat passengers were in good spirits, but were rightfully confused by the apparently young blond man and his hysterics. None were more confused than America. He tried to enjoy the ride and all its flashy colors, but England's barely restrained laughter made it hard to concentrate on anything.

By the time they had exited the ride, gotten out of the building and back in to the sun, England was still periodically giggling as he wiped the tears from his face.

"Ok...What the hell?" Was all America could say as the crossed underneath the Disney Castle in order to catch a passing parade.

"It's nothing...Oh bloody hell!" was all England could say before bursting into a quick fit of giggles once again.

"Seriously Arthur, I'm not sure if I've EVER heard or seen you laugh that much in my life. It's kinda scary..." England took a few deep breaths to calm down and composed himself.

"It's just that, that ride was so utterly daft...all I could think about was how much like you it was...and then I imagined you as an actual RIDE!" This explanation did nothing to help America see what was so funny, however England's renewed laughter made him feel fairly self-conscious about whatever it was that tickled England like that.

"So, what did "I" do?"

"Oh gracious. There were burgers everywhere; it was very fast, colors and flashing lights throughout the entire thing. You'd have to get people to sign a waiver that says they won't sue if they have a seizure! But all that wasn't close the best part...In the center of it all, was a giant animatronic you. Giant moving smile on its face and burgers flying into it as it opened. It just moved in that odd puppet like way that some robots do...and it was too much to hold in after that." England smiled at America, his face still fairly flushed due to his recent lack of oxygen, and America couldn't find it in him to be the least embarrassed by what his partner had just disclosed.

"Haha! Sounds like me alright!" After the last high school marching band moved past, the pair moved across the green lawn towards the statue of Walter Disney and his most treasured creation, Mickey Mouse. "Arthur, go stand in front of the statue!"

"I'm not going to pose…" England mumbled as he carefully maneuvered through the light crowd towards the statue. He looked up at the bronze figures and smirked. "Did you have any idea how bloody insane everything would go?" Though he received no answer, England couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him as a bird flew right over head.

"Hey! I got someone to get us together! Say Cheeessseee!" America smiled widely and England joined him. With the camera returned, the pair moved across the asphalt street till they became surrounded by shops and buildings fairly reminiscent of the late 1600's.

"Avast maties! It would appear that I am in need of some cold hearted, foul-breathed, sea loving scallywags to join my crew. Anyone interested?" The two blonds looked to a nearby stage and saw the infamous Jack Sparrow and his first mate Mr. Gibbs. There were small children surrounding them, begging to be picked for the crew. "However! Anyone chosen must undergo rigorous training first. Savvy?" This 'warning' went unheard by the excited children as a fair number were plucked from the crowd by Gibbs. The children were each handed swords and taught to fight, tutored by the brave captain himself. Naturally, each one made the crew. After the spectacle was over, America turned to face his snickering partner.

"Getting nostalgic Artie?"

"Oh shush. I was an immature teenager with no manners of any sort. The only person in the entire world I would answer to was the King himself, and even then I was a cocky little blighter." Despite this self-reprimanding explanation America could see a little spark flare up like a cannon fire in England's eyes; A tiny piece of proof that the reckless un-gentlemanly pirate was still in there…somewhere.