A/N: Another day, another chapter... Jk, jk. I really like this story, it's nice to have something fun to write while I work up the motivation to write and post a chapter for my other Hetalia fic. And, yeah, like Francey-pants98 mentioned, A TRAILER FOR A NEW HETALIA SEASON IS OUT! Go check it out on youtube- I'm soooo excited! XD XD XD Now, enjoy the chapter!

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Brattyteenagewerewolf: Yeah, you're right. England will But we'll have to give France points for trying, da? And Swedish? I mean, it's not insulting, but it's just strange… Thanks for reviewing, glad you like the story ^^

Francey-pants98: Firstly: *HOLYSCHIESSEFANGASM*Another Hetalia season! XD Can't wait. *goes to look up trailer*. And yes, thank you! Finally someone understands the magic of FrUK. I love the pairing so much because they're opposite personalities, and there's a push-pull, balance-each-other-out thing going on Hope you like this chapter too! XD

Guest: Haha, thank you. I'm very proud of who I am

~England~EPOV~England~

We finally managed to get a car, and now were taking a taxi to the rental. France had (thank God) decided the driver was cute, and was now molesting him instead of me. I'd have to give him a pretty big tip.

We still had to decide who was going to drive, though it obviously wouldn't be me; I almost never drove outside of my country, since to me everyone else is on the wrong side of the road.

~America~APOV~America~

So, the taxi ride was beyond boring and awful, cuz being stuck in the back of a car between England and Russia is fucking torture, plus I had to listen to France be a fucking perv and China complain about us being "immature". I'm not immature, I just like to have fun!

So, anyway, I'm totally going to drive. I mean, like I'd let anyone else do it. After all, I'M THE HERO SO I DRIVE!

~Russia~RPOV~Russia~

We were standing in the parking lot of the car rental. America, China, and France arguing about who would drive. The taxi driver had screeched off the instant we paid him. Poor man, he'd had to sit next to France.

The car was a good one, a minivan that could easily carry all of us and our ski gear. Not that we couldn't fit into a smaller car- America had wanted a sports car, but England had voted him down- it was just nice to have room, especially when you were as tall as I was. Ceilings are forever too low for me.

~China~CPOV~China~

America was going to drive after all, it seemed. They'd voted me down, saying I was a "crazy driver" (apparently they've never been in a car with Italy). France had gotten distracted by a rather voluptuous girl, and so America had sat down in the driver's seat and refused to move when France came back after being hit with a $500 handbag, the Western nation yelling "Rosa Parks" the entire time they argued.

~France~FPOV~France~

I didn't see why Amerique should drive. It wasn't as though he was an especially good driver; he'd just taken advantage of the fact that I was busy. Oh, well. At least I got to sit next to England, though we had that cockblocker China next to him… Thank goodness Russia had called shotgun.

A/N: Ok, looks like all the chapters will be short. /shot/ sorry! But they come quickly, at least. I don't own Hetalia, and no translations necessary.

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