Hey guys new chapter! And as usual I don't own Hetalia!

Arthur checked into a nearby motel and lied down on the white puffy sheets of the bed. Arthur pulled his hands behind his head and grabbed a pillow. He put it close to his face and screamed. It only lasted for a short while before decided to take a well, needed warm shower.

Arthur slipped of his clothes and stepped into the standing shower. He turned the dial to warm water and took a nice long shower. When he finally got out, he got changed into a white-button up and blue jeans. He left the bathroom and checked the clock.

"5:54 AM" Arthur read aloud, "I can sleep for a few hours at least."

Arthur plopped onto the bed and fell asleep almost instantaneously.

~Time Skippy my Lovelies ~X~

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...

Arthur woke up to the sound of his phone receiving a text message.

"UGGG..." Arthur moaned as he sat up.

He picked up his phone and checked the time. In the corner of the screen read 6 AM

"BLOODY *censored* WHO WOULD TEXT ME AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR!" Arthur screamed.

He went through his phone and looked at his new text message.

MR. KIRKLAND. PLEASE REPORT TO HQ.

TRANSPORTATION: AIRPLANE

LOCATION: XXXXXXXX AIRPORT

GATE: 3A PRIVATE AIRLINES

SPECIAL INSTRUCTION: TELL HOSTESS YOUR NAME AT GATE FOR ENTRANCE. NO NEED FOR ID NOR PASSPORT.

Arthur lugged up from his bead and tossed on a blue sweat-shirt.

"So much for sleep..."

Arthur checked out of the motel and dragged himself to his car. He drove himself into the nearest town and to a coffee shop. Arthur went inside and unwillingly bought himself a small cup of coffee, so he could get a bit energized and not kill himself on the ride to the airport. He took a small sip and stepped back inside to his car.

"Why the bloody heck does this taste so nasty? I don't get how bloody Americans like this stuff." Arthur muttered to himself.

Arthur shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the parking lot. He shifted back to drive and sped onto the road.

~X~ We All know it is a boring ride to the airport ... so TIME SKIP ~X~

Arthur spent a load of his life looking for parking at the airport. When he found one, some one else took it. After about 20 minutes for searching a space, he FINALLY finds one. Arthur grabbed a bag of necessities from his trunk and went of to the airport entrance. He walked into an busy airport.

Arthur payed no attention and looked for the Private Airlines 3A Gate. After a few minutes Arthur found it on a map at the farthest corner of the airport. He walked over to the gate and saw almost no one in the corner. Arthur didn't mind it, and approached the entrance to the airplane. There stood a hostess with a blue pencil skirt that went till her knees, with a white button up and matching blue vest, and her hair tied up into a bun.

"Hello. My name is Malisa. I am guessing you are Arthur Kirkland." The woman said with a smile to her face.

"Yes. I am Arthur."

"Great! Follow me to plane. Take any seat and buckle up. We will take off soon."

"Alright." And Malisa lead Arthur to the plane.

The plane looked like it came out of an american movie. It was very extravagant. With white leather, reclining seats and nice spacious room to stretch your legs. Arthur sat down and comfortably sunk into the soft leather. In a few minutes the plane rumbled on and slowly taxied to the runway. Arthur stared out the small window into the brightening blue sky, from the ground to the sky.

The ride was only a few short hours but, Arthur took the chance to sleep. Arthur reclined and sunk even deeper into his chair and slept splendidly. When Arthur woke up, the sky was a bright blue with very few clouds. The plane was to land in a few minutes, so Arthur checked his phone for the time before shutting it down and shove it into his pocket.

"8:56 AM." Arthur mumbled.

YES I KNOW I AM LATE FOR YOUR CHAPTER. I KNOW THIS IS SORT OF BORING. FORGIVE FORGIVE FORGIVE. I HAD WRITER'S BLOCK

AND I SORT OF MADE THIS A FILLER, BUT IT SORT OF LEADS THE STORY TOO...

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