Alfred muttered staring at his list of each and every state that was named, he even had their human names listed just in case. He traveled down the list, striking off Florida's name and then kept looking. California or Texas? Alfred would have to think about that.

A group of cowboys with southern accents didn't seem so bad because he had dreamed of becoming one when he was still living with Arthur. Though, there was the downside of deserts and sweaty boots. Good side..riding horses. Bad side…heavy and tiring clothes.

The blonde grunted in displeasure and rolled the list to shove it in his pocket.

California it is.

Now what was the number? 916- something, something.. Alfred cursed silently, how could he forget the number of his own son? He paused. Alfred swore God was laughing at him. What's the point in having an excellent phone plan when you forget all about it?

Dialing the number, the Hero tapped his foot to keep patient while it hummed softly. Finally, after some time, a timid voice answered the phone.

"…H-hello? "

Alfred grinned widely, " Cali! Hey, you hear the news? Do you mind me visiting? I just came from visiting Tyler—" A soft moan interrupted him.

"..Ah..u-um..Maybe tomorrow? I'm…s-sort of busy.. "

The meek voice spoke, a slightly louder moan this time. "..What's the noise, Cali? " Alfred could've promised he heard a snicker from the other line.

"…Cali? I'll be over there in a bit, 'Kay? "

A protestant whimper came from the Californian, but it was once again over run by a light moan.

" A-alright, in an hour? I'll ah…I'll meet you at the airport then? "

The blond smiled on the other end of the phone. " Okay, see ya there then! Bye Ca-" Not even getting close to finishing, he heard a crash on the other line and then nothing other than a dull bleep.

(A/ N: This actually will be my favorite part. |D)

" Now descending aboard Sacramento Airport, please prepare for landing.."

Alfred yawned pushing the blankets aside and staring out of the window. That one saying was true: It's always sunny in California. Or was it something else?

A bag over his shoulder, the nation wandered inside of the building and looked around. How'd Cali look again? "Damn. " Alfred swore, biting his lip. "..Excuse me? Mr. America, right? " Turning around, the great country stared at a smaller boy, at least in high school. " Um, it's me..You know..Er..California? "

The American blinked a bit and surveyed the shorter blond in front of him. " Oh.." Alfred coughed awkwardly and patted the boy's head. He saw the younger teen blush and immediately thought of Arthur's embarrassed face whenever Alfred had brought up something from the past.

" By the way, Mr. America? My name is Christopher Bell. Just in case you wanted to know. " The Californian pushed his glasses up his nose and smiled shyly, " We can go to my home now? I'll call Yorkie and tell him to come get us. "

The self-proclaimed hero's mind went blank. He didn't remember a Yorkie or what the hell that even was. ' Maybe it's a dog..' He pondered following the other outside.

Alfred squinted in the bright sun and viewed over the vehicle. Someone who was that drove a nice, dark, slick black car that gave the impression that it was awesome. Was Prussia here?

Snapping away from his thoughts, Alfred watched Christopher climb in the front seat of the car and wait for the older blond to enter. " This is New York, he's visiting, too. " He smiled and leaned back for Alfred to see the New Yorker's face, which was staring back at him with a very idle expression.

"..Yoh.. "

"..Hey. "

..And the rest of the drive was quiet.

"So, Chris, what was that noise over the phone? " Alfred asked bluntly before the boy could burn red. "N-noise?! Um, that was..uh.." Christopher pondered an excuse until they came upon a stoplight. "Non' of ya business. " Said the Yorker, turning around with an annoyed face. "..I didn't ask you, Yorker. " Arthur's settlements were such snooty little-

" Be nice, Yorkie. Alfred is visiting, he should know a little of what's going on in my or any other state's life. " The ' hero' snickered and the annoyed mutter that came from New York.

California's House

"..This is my house and all. The bathroom, kitchen is here, bedroom is this way-- " Paying about as much attention as a mouse with vegetarian cheese, Alfred nodded slightly at what was being said. He glanced back over to New York, who was lazily resting on the couch, the sleeve of his hoodie covering his eyes. Making a face, Alfred wandered over to the couch and plopped down.

"..So, what's a Yorkie? " He asked as the other teen sat up finally, staring at Alfred fully. "..What's your name anyway? There's so many of you guys I can't even tell. " It took a moment before the other answered. " Joshua. " Was the silent answer. " Okay, so, you and Chris are buddy-buddy? " Another round of silence. " Mhm. " Rolling his eyes, Alfred stood and stared back to Joshua with a half-smile. " You're not so bad. "

Moving to the back of the home, he bumped into the shorter blond, who blushed and muttered a string of apologies. " S-sorry. I was just looking for you. You might be tired and wanted a shower, so.." Christopher eeped in surprise when Alfred grinned and noggied his head. " Good call, Chris! Just what I needed! "

Christopher sighed as the nation ran off and discarded his bag once more in the corner of his room. Walking inside, the blond nuzzled a pillow on his bed. He stared at the ceiling a long time before blinking and finding green eyes staring back at him. " You broke my phone. " He whispered to Joshua, pouting childishly. "..'Cos dat idiot dun' want to listen to ya on da phone. " Was his sly-smiling reply.

" That's not an excuse, Yorkie. " Christopher said with half-lidded eyes. " Well, sorry. " It took a moment before the New Yorker replied again with a light kiss of the blond's lips. "..What 'bout dat? " "M-maybe.."

Alfred streched happily when he stepped out of the shower. Taking a minute to admire himself in the mirror, he chuckled at himself. Tightening his hold on the towel around his waist, he stepped out in search for his bag.

The nation frowned in confusion. Where did he leave it? Let's recap. " Shower..tired..Cali..room. Cali's room! " A bulb lit up in his head as he fled down the hall to the Californian's room.

"..Hey, Cali! I left my-- "

Alfred titled his head at the scene before him. A flushed, shirtless Christopher only wearing boxers under an annoyed Joshua, who may I add is also half-clothed.

" ......."

"..........."

"............?"

Alfred fainted!

The Airport in California

" Are you sure you want to go so early? " Asked an embarrassed blond. Alfred scratched the back of his head and thought about it.

"..Well, uh...yeah..kinda. I do. "

Christopher sweat-dropped, but smiled somewhat with an slightly pink face. " I understand that was an weird moment. Don't think wrong of me, though. I..um..hope things go well with the other states..!"

'Now boarding flight to Austin, Texas.'

Alfred paused and patted the shorter blond's head, copying California's half-smile. " I hope so, too. Tell Yorkie to keep it in his pants when I visit next time~!" With that, the nation ran off to catch his flight. "I will, but I wonder if he'll listen to me? Bye, Mr. America!! "

Long chapter is long.

I don't really like this besides some parts. |D

Oh, and for the [ New York x California ] reference, it's a roleplay from DeviantART. So, does this technically count as a gift for my friend? .o.

Annnnnywaayyy, Texas is next. c: However, He might not come for a while 'cause I'll be gone for the weekend and I need to start studying, too because of report cards. lul -sob- ;^; wish me luck?

btwiluAnna ;A;"