Author's Note: Just a head's up, everybody! I've got community college starting tomorrow, so most of my time will probably be spent on studying and whatnot. As such, I'm working on a Steven Universe fanfic right now called Here I Am. I've gotten a lot of hell lately for that fanfic, unfortunately, and I'm kinda worried that it's going to become a repeat of the How You Remind Me episode from four years ago. (Not in the know about it? Please refer to my deviantART journal entries from 2010.)

Anyway, it's going to take a while (that should probably go without saying) before I get the next chapter up. I think that chapter's going to focus on what's happening at the White House.

Well, enjoy!

-Voltalia

Once abroad the private jet, Dorian and his unconscious grandson took up the two front seats. The sixteen-year-old Eddie just had his head fall back on his seat while his grandfather sat vertically from across to watch him. Behind them were four youths, who were simply travelling to visit their loved ones in the internment camps located in Georgia, Oklahoma, Colorado and California.

"So..." the Japanese-American pilot began as she prepared for takeoff. "What did Her Excellency want with you this time, Chancellor Valjean?"

"Nothing, really." Dorian simply answered. "She just had a DNA test confirm I was her father."

"Well, congratulations, you lucky son of a bitch." the pilot smirked. "You just stroked her ego a bit more."

"Oh, come now, Mayumi. All she wanted was closure. She did have a pretty terrible childhood with her mother after all."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I can only imagine why you'd still go for a woman like Ambrosia even after all the crap she put you through."

Dorian sighed. "I know. Why is it every woman I've ever fallen in love with has turned out to be some insufferable, controlling bitch?"

Suddenly, another voice spoke up, "Aww, don't worry, man. I'm sure you'll find a nice lil' lady someday." It came from the Philly punk greaser girl, who was sitting behind Dorian and heading for Georgia to see her sister and parents.

"Thanks, uh..." Dorian expressed his gratitude before abruptly stopping.

"Sandy." the Philly girl finished for him.

"Thanks, Sandy, but I'm already married; unhappily that is."

"Too bad." Sandy pouted her lower lip out of sympathy. "My parents've never had any real problems b'tween them. I can't imagine the pain you must be going through."

"I can." yet another voice besides Sandy chimed in.

"Your parents facing rough times?" Sandy asked this new voice.

As it turned out, that voice belonged to a Jersey prep boy named Judas Miller-Traveller. He answered, "Not really, but my grandparents did. Both sets of them, in fact."

"What a coincidence!" Dorian laughed. "My grandson Eddie's other grandparents had problems as well!"

"Oh, really?" Judas asked dubiously.

Just as the question had left his mouth, Eddie began to wake up.

"W-Where am I?" Eddie asked while beginning to panic.

"Relax, boy." Dorian imperatively said. "We're just heading over to Tokyo to visit your lady friend."

"How did I get here, though?"

"Oh, that's easy. Your mother drugged your water."

"She what?!"

"Just calm down, Eddie. You can be angry at your mother later."

"Three...two...one... and we're off!" Mayumi announced as the plane ran along the ground before finally ascending into the sky.

The sixteen-year-old future dictator of the world groaned as he already felt the motion sickness coming on. Sandy and Judas just looked at each other with concern for the boy named Eddie, but they said nothing along the way. Finally, after several hours the plane landed at its first destination: Atlanta, Georgia.

"'Kay, everybody!" Mayumi cheerfully spoke up. "We've just arrived at our first stop. If this is where you were going, please get out. Otherwise, stay inside... unless you have the urgency to puke, which I know somebody does..." She was clearly referring to Eddie, who appeared to be green in the face.

The sixteen-year-old boy unbuckled himself and got out of the plane long enough to puke his contents out.

"Alright, boy, now come back inside!" Dorian demanded. As he helped his grandson back into the plane, he watched Sandy run down a dusty road towards the Yankee internment camp that had been built several years ago.

The French Chancellor couldn't help but chuckle at how disoriented Eddie seemed to be. They buckled up again and braced themselves for the next stop in Oklahoma.

"So Judas..." Dorian started to speak again. "You're going to Oklahoma, aren't you?"

"Yeah..." the Jersey boy sighed. "It's my girlfriend. She got herself into an internment camp, because she had the audacity to write a persuasive essay in her English class about how this whole world dictatorship thing should be abolished and why everybody who supports it should be assassinated."

"Mmm... guess I wouldn't blame her if I was on her side." Dorian muttered, feeling awkward about that subject. "Then again, none of the rebels would."

Soon enough, the plane took off again for Oklahoma.