A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! *toasts* so I wrote this, like, right after coming home from the party... so basically the chapter's written by a drunk France XD (I'm the France of my group, even though I'm actually Russian *shrugs*) So if I mess up majorly somewhere, tell me and I'll fix it once the hangover wears off. Sorry for no chapter... before, (my memory is gone right now) but I was on vacation and had a flight, so I wasn't able to post anything.

Shoutout to Brattyteenagewerewolf, who writes AWESOME Hetalia fanfics and who Is one of the few authors on here that I worship. Check out her stories, AND I was lucky enough to post a 100th review on one of them, so I get a FrUK oneshot! XD I'll tell you guys once it's up. And I might do something of the sort when I get to a nice round number of reviews for this- oneshot to the chosen reviewer.

So check out Brattyteenagewerewolf, people!

Anyway, on with the story!

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Brattyteenagewerewolf: yeah, I feel sorry for the taxi driver too. But I'm about to feel a lot sorrier for the hotel staff… And South African accents have to be one of my faves, my family knows a couple from South Africa + I've been there and I love the accent/language, which sounds really cool, though I speak none.

AniMe-n3rd-O-O: Thanks! And, yeah, shit's gonna happen when France finds out he actually has a chance with England *gasp* SPOILER! XD

~America~APOV~America~

"Alright, guys, we're here!" I yelled as I pulled into the parking lot for the hotel.

"Thank God!" England immediately threw open the door and bolted from the car. He'd been sitting next to France.

"Angleterre! Wait for moi!" France yelled and ran into the hotel after him. China followed them, muttering about keeping them out of trouble.

"Ve should go," Russia says from next to me and I jump. Damn it, I was not expecting that. Damn commie, sneaking up on me like that! "I'll take mine, England and France's luggage. You take yours and China's." I didn't like that he was going to have to carry three. I was the hero, damn it, I was going to take the extra bag!

~Russia~RPOV~Russia~

America insisted on carrying the extra bag. I didn't argue. If he wanted to, he could. It was…kind of him. We sorted out the luggage, and made our way to the hotel. England was busy arguing with the clerk at the register. America dumped the luggage on France and ran over to England. I did the same, and followed.

~England~EPOV~England~

"Yes. A reservation." I was repeating the same thing to the idiot man for the tenth time already.

"On what name?" As if he did not know.

"A Mr. Arthur Kirkland."

"Nope, sorry. I can check again, but…"

"Wait, dudes! I totally know how to fix this!" America came running up and knocked me away from the counter. He leaned over and yelled at the man, "Check for Alfred F. Jones, dude!" The man looked at him funny, then typed in the name.

"Yep. Made a few hours ago, a reservation for three single-bed rooms." America nodded rapidly. "Like, yeah, dude! So can we have the keys now?" I elbowed him with a glare, and he quickly added, "Oh, yeah. Please!," grinning at me and the man behind the counter who was convinced we were both completely mad. He threw the keys to the rooms at us, America snatching them and running to the elevator, madly punching the button.

~France~FPOV~France~

I'd been talking with China when suddenly three giant suitcases landed on me. I recognized my own, and assumed the other two to be China's and Russia's, since they were decorated with their respective flags. Russia's suitcase was suspiciously heavy, and I heard the clank of something when I shoved it off me. Well then. I watched as America leaped on my Angleterre and managed to get the keys to the rooms. He then skipped off, and started attacking the elevator button without another thought about us or the luggage. The rest of us gathered up the suitcases, Russia forcing America to carry his own, and we all piled into the elevator, which groaned and shook it's way up to the twelfth floor.

~Russia~RPOV~Russia~

We'd been fighting for twenty minutes now about who would stay with whom. China had immediately claimed a room for himself, which left the four of us left to decide the pairings.

"Alright, aru! Enough!" China barged into the hallway from his room, and shoved America and France aside. "You, aru, and you, ahen," he said, pointing to France and England, "That room." He then turned to America and I, both of us taking a step back. "You two, take the other room. No arguing. Now GO TO SLEEP!" He walked away and slammed the door. We glanced around at each other, shrugging shoulders.

"I guess we had better do vat he says," France said, with a glance at England that did not go unnoticed.

"Bloody pervert frog!" He yelled back, starting an argument that continued as they went in their room. America had already gone into ours. I cracked open the door and let myself in to a hail of communist insults. I hadn't been communist for a while now, I don't know why America was constantly hanging on about it.

A/N: Hope you all made New Year's resolutions... I know I did: to get more fanfics uploaded! No, serously. I need to work on updating shit, I really do. No translations.

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XOXO, Francy-Pants and the wine/vodka/champagne currently affecting her already insane head.