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OMG. I Forgot! I have finally managed to draw a pic of Lucy. If you want to see it, go to my profile and I should have a link to my deviant art page. You'll find it there. ^^

I gave a loud sigh as I watched America plaster his face to the small window of the plane, his hands splayed on either side of him.

Because this was an "unauthorized" trip, America got to sit in the cramped, coach section of the plane with me. Now, on a normal trip from country to country; from meeting to meeting, within Europe, this wouldn't have been that bad since the plane ride would have only last about an hour or so.

Instead, I got to spend about six hours. Six horrible hours sitting next to him on a plane. You'd think that after about 200 years of independence, he'd have learned a bit of patience. Instead, he was talking to me animatedly about all the "cool things" we'd do once we touched down in America in between whining to be about how the flight was taking forever.

"So when we get to D.C. we are gonna have to go visit the pres! You'd like that won't you? Meeting Barack?" He gave me a thumbs up.

I gave him a slightly frustrated stare and shook my head. "I'd rather not go to D.C. Besides, Baltimore is so much more interesting, or at least allow me to fly down to North Carolina so I can visit my cousin or something."

America smiled at me and leaned away from the window. "Washington is the best! I don't know why you wouldn't want to go there, it's my capital!"

"I've been there before. I wasn't impressed. It was kinda like NYC because it was so…" I hesitated. "Tourist-y."

Pouting America started complaining again. "But it's the capital! You gotta like it there. Besides, I told you that you could meet Barack if you want."

I wrinkled my nose. "I don't know anything about politics. I know more about European governments and officials. America is too confusing, and every electoral race sounds exactly the same!"

Waggling a finger at me as I spoke, America attempted to chastise me. "Don't sound so pessimistic. America is great! The land of the free!" He paused and seemed to think over my words. "Oh. You just don't care because you can't vote yet, huh?" America gave me a confident smile.

"I wouldn't vote even if I could! This is why I'm moving to Canada as soon as I can!"

America brushed off what I said and laughed. "Obama will just love you."

I shook my head and took a sip from my plastic cup of water. "So. You excited about the 4th?"

"You bet I am!" America tried to jump out of his seat, but failed as his seatbelt pulled him back down.

I gave a sigh. This seemed to a habit of mine now, to sigh every time I couldn't figure out what to do about America and his eccentric habits.

I shifted in the seat and wished that it would recline more so I could actually get some non-awkward sleep. America had begun another rant, which after so many weeks spent traveling with him, I was skilled at blocking out.

I shifted a few more times, leaning my head against the side of the uncomfortable chair next to me. Closing my eyes, I tried in vain to get to sleep, to dream my way across the ocean and back to America, to home.

I waved goodbye to Kerstin, and next thing I know, after a whirlwind of activity; signing out at the desk, getting led to an expensive looking limo and enduring an awkward car ride with a bunch of men in suits, and finally stopping at the state house in Boston.

I was practically herded from the limo by the men, I barely managed to glimpse the grass of the commons across the street before I was pushed forward and through the gate.

I had never been this close to the actual capital building before, I'd only seen glimpses from the highway and gawked from the gate. I'd never seen anyone actually allowed inside.

Led through a number of winding halls, I was soon stopped in front of an old wooden door. One of the men gestured to me and then took up a spot at the side of the door, standing there silently, hands behind his back as he waited for me to go in.

Avoiding the man, I glanced back quickly. 'Yep. They are still there.' The man's posse was still behind me. Watching.

Shuddering, I imagined how many gazes must be burning into my back as I took a step forward and knocked before opening the door and stepping in. Letting the door slam shut behind me.

"Welcome, Lucrezia. It's so good to finally meet you."

"Wake up, Lucy!"

I was being shaken. I blearily blinked and opened my eyes, America was right in my face. Literally nose to nose with me. Quickly shoving my arm up, and between us, I tried my best to aim for his fat-head.

"Dammit. I missed."

America was somehow standing in the aisle now, obviously, somebody decided to climb over me during our flight. He probably shoved his butt in my face.

Not fazed by my swipe, America immediately started blathering.

"We landed! We are back in the US of A!"

I just blinked up at him.

"Come on! I want to see Washington!" America impatiently tugged on my arm.

I ripped my arm out of his grasp and swiftly unbuckled my seatbelt before grabbing my carryon bags from under the seat.

"Let's just get this over with."

I stood up and pushed America into the opposite set of rows; he was in my way, just standing there like a lump in the middle of the aisle.

I practically leapt down the aisle, towards the front of the plane. The seats long emptied of their passengers, the workers already doing a sweep and beginning to clean.

America was yelling something unintelligible behind me, probably stupid as well. I smiled at the workers and thanked them for the ride and exited the plane. Moving up the ramp, I took in a breath of the crappy airport air and made my way to customs.

It was nice to be able to stand in the American line, since it moved faster. Instead of being dumped in a really long "Non-EU Passport" line like I had been subjected to a number of times already on my trip across Europe.

I gave the TA woman a tired smile as she checked over my passport and asked me a few questions. I thanked her half-heartedly as she gave me my things back, and moved across the way to wait on a bench for America, who was just ambling into the room and getting into line.

Glancing down at my cheep phone, I started checking my texts. I hadn't bothered opening them while I was overseas in fear that I'd reply back and run up the phone bill.

I laughed at some of the things my friends had sent me while I was gone, and finally replied back, weeks after they were originally sent.

"Lucyyyyyy!" I looked up, startled. "Why'd ya leave me behind?"

I sighed and stood up, pocketing my cell. "Because you are annoying and need to learn to shut your mouth."

"What?! Dude, that's still not okay."

Shrugging, I grabbed America's sleeve, because there was no way that I was going to touch his greasy hamburger hands, and pulled him behind me.

Next thing I know, I'm the one being pulled, my own hand unfortunately caught in one of America's greasy ones as he dragged me through the airport.

He was even whistling.

I slapped at his shoulder and arm with my free hand. "Lemme go you giant idiot! Stop dragging me, I'm not a doll!"

America didn't even look back at me, he continued whistling and even waved to a few people as they passed by and gawked.


Washington D.C. was humid. And hot. It reminded me of Boston, except it was more crowded and touristy. It made me long for the previous summer when I flew to Baltimore to visit my cousin.

After leaving the airport, America drove us to his house (read more like mansion) and dumped all our belongings inside the doors before driving us back to the city.

We were now in the third hour of sight-seeing. Well… For me, it was more like my third hour of half-sleeping and blocking out America; it was eerily similar to the 6 hour plane ride I'd endured earlier.

I faintly registered America blathering on in the driver's seat about the Lincoln memorial or something, before quickly moving on to talk about the back of the penny.

I think I might have dozed off, because the next thing I remember is sitting in the passenger seat with my head against the window and America nowhere in sight. The car was unbearably hot. I stiffly raised an arm and opened the car door; the car alarm started blaring. I ignored it and unbuckled myself, climbing out of the hotter than hell car.

I wiped the sweat off my face, and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. I spun around, trying to get my bearings.

Ah. A Mickey D's, conveniently placed right across the street. No wonder why I was dumped.

I gave Alfred's shiny car a frustrated kick before spinning around and walking away. I wasn't even quite too sure about where I was going, but I was going, and that's all that mattered to me at the moment.

I managed to find the subway and I raced down the steps, quickly buying myself a ticket and hopping on the first train that arrived.

I held onto the hand bar and stared at my reflection in the plastic window. I thought back to how much fun I had riding the subway with Spain and Romano back at my second meeting, how I goofed around with Michelle and smack-talked America.

I was back in America like I'd been longing for, but it wasn't what I'd hoped for. I wanted to be back in Europe, feeling awkward and out of place.

I heaved a sigh and turned away from the window to survey the other passengers. I was so screwed.


A/N: I'm just gonna repeat. I POSTED A PICTURE OF LUCY ON MY DEVIANTART PAGE! You can find a link on my profile.

I'm so sorry this is short. I've been really busy with school and I'm just so tired all the time. I have family coming over to stay with me for a few days since there is a wedding on Sunday. And then on Monday I am going over a friend's house. I feel horrible that this is so short, but I thought it would be better to post this short crappy chapter then to keep you all waiting. ^^

I started writing this back on the 14th of September, when I was on the plane flying to Disney. And then I worked on it a bit more a few nights ago, and then topped it off today. So I'm sorry if it's a bit disjointed.

And thank you to all my lovely reviewers! I love to hear you!