Alright! He had a week to do this and he had been preparing as heros are supposed to.

Visiting fifty kids..

In fifty states..

and fifty different climate changes..

Oh, How fun this would be!!

Alfred squinted his eyes as the sun shined brightly and warmed his skin. A smiled appeared on his lips as a taxi pulled up and a dusty haired boy wearing a t-shirt and swim trunks hopped out. Dark tinted glasses were at the top of his head while sandles occupied his feet. Tyler. Florida. He had gotten along with this one better than most of his Northern 'children' because they were both sharing that ' I don't give a damn!' Personallity.

The sandy haired boy bounced over to him with such a wide grin, you could see the tiny trianglular chip in his teeth. Alfred inspected him. His skin was a bit darker this time. The nation shrugged, probably just recovering from sunburn.

" Hey, Mr. Hero~! When you told everyone you were visiting I couldn't wait to see you come here first! I just finished soaking in milk and I'm ready to go back out to the water! I can teach you so much stuff!! "

Alfred sweatdropped, he'd just got here and already he was being dragged somewhere? Maybe he should've forced Arthur and Antonio to come, too. Francis, also, just in case. He could ditch them with their settlements and run off to the nearest burger shop. That sounded really good right now..

" -- Hero? Are you listening? Did you bring something to swim in? "

How the hell did they migrate to the taxi then the beach so fast?

' I really need to stop zoning out..'

"..Wha-- no..maybe..I forgot.."

"..We can buy you some then hang out at the beach all day! I know this awesome joint where they have the best cow!"

A seemingly realistic laughter came from Alfred, but soon turned to sobs as the boy kept talking and they ventured somewhere else.

Tyler pushed at the adult and pouted, his sandy hair tickling his nose.

"..You aren't having fun with me? "

"..Uh..sure I am? "

The Floridan stared sternly at the blond, his gray eyes narrowing slightly. Letting out a nervous chuckle, Alfred tugged at his collar.

"..Good! Hey, look, we're here..!"

Is this state the home of migrating vehicles and people or is everyone just screwing with him today? Somehow, they were at the beach. Somehow, Tyler switched from tennis shoes to roller skates. SOMEHOW, he had to pay the taxi driver after Tyler ran off.

He knew for once.

Family blows sometimes.

Orz Was it likable?

Personally, I hate it. I hate everytime I write. |D;

This is chapter 1, I guess. I should put the states in order or go by request?

Please review and tell me~!