A/N: Aaaaand I'm back! Yay! With another ridiculously short chapter, yes, but at least I'm back, right? XD And don't worry, this story isn't on hold or anything, it's just I've been so busy with another story I didn't have time. Sorry! I really need to work on updating, and I promise to try, kk?

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Brattyteenagewerewolf: XD, yes, poor China! And I love Russia's coat. It's magic. It has anything and everything in the pockets! Now, where can I get one? I feel really sorry for you if that's what you're little brother's like. Seriously. And I'm glad everything turned out for Tino, he deserves some happiness

Mome-Chan: Haha, glad you like it And I'll be running ideas by you in the future, so prepare to have lots of spoilers coming your way, Ita-oneechan! XOXO

Angleterre97: Will do! And, yeah, FrUK's my fave!

Rinzlerkitty94 (Guest): Unfortunately! And no worries, you'll find out. And believe me, you'll like it. I have a very interesting few chapters planned around the mysterious object in the suitcase…

Guest: Thanks, I'll definitely look her up!

Marshmallowgilbird: Oh, I'm not offended, and I'll do my best with that. Thanks!

DanieSora: Thanks! Hope you like this chapter!

Francis Bonnifoy: je vous remercie, mon cher frère! J'espère que vous continuerezà aimermon écriture

~England~EPOV~England~

The rest of breakfast passed without incident, if you don't count Russia and China getting in an argument and glaring daggers across the table.
"So. Vere shall ve go for ze first day of skiing?" France asked, clinging to me as we headed to the elevator.
"We aren't going anywhere."
"Mon cher, ze whole point of zis trip is to have all ze allies togezher." I sighed and ripped my arm out of France's grip as the rest of the allies entered the elevator.
"So, man, where are we going?" America asked, repeatedly poking me in the shoulder. France joined in.
"Poke...Poke...Poke..." America chanted, and I finally snapped.
"I DON'T KNOW! ALRIGHT? AND I DON'T CARE EITHER!" I roared at him, stopping his finger mid-poke.
"Jeez, sorry, dude. You don't have to overreact!" America whined, and pouted in the corner. Everyone stood in tense silence for a minute until the bell dinged for our floor.
We left the elevator still silent, and for once France wasn't trying to molest me.
"Meet in our room in ten minutes to decide where we're going, da?" Russia asked, and we separated, France running for the bathroom complaining that ten minutes was in no way long enough. Vain pompous git.
I was changed into my snow gear in five, and sat around waiting for France to appear.
Eventually he showed up, looking like he was going to a party.
"Do you really need that much makeup?" I asked as he dressed in warmer clothes.
"Oh, please, cher. I'm France- I need to look perfect!"
You look best natural, I thought, but didn't dare say. France's ego was big enough already.
When we reached Russia and America's room, they were arguing. China was sitting in the corner, head in hands in despair. Not that I could blame him.
"No! We're going to Park City!"
"Nyet. We should go to Snowbird."
"Park City!"
"Snowbird."
"PARK CITY!"
"SNOWBIRD!"
"PARK CITY, MOTHERFUCKER!"
"SHUT UP!" I yelled, and everyone turned to look at me. "We're going to Snowbird."
"Hey! Why are you siding with the Commie?" America whined, and I glared at him.
"Because you don't carry around pipes and switchblades." America growled in reply as Russia shot him the best "I-am-sooo-much-better-than-you" look I had ever seen.
"Aw, fuck off, Commie."

~China~CPOV~China~

A man once said, "Whatever advice you give, be brief." Therefore, let me tell you this: If you are ever given the offer to be in a car with France, Russia, England and America for 40 minutes, run. Run as fast as you can.
I know this, because the last hour of my life was the most painful one of them all.

~England~EPOV~England~

"Are we there yet?" America whined.
"For the sixty-fourth time... NO!" I yelled, resting my head in my hands as France put a comforting arm around me.
"Go away, frog," I nudged him away, but my heart wasn't in it. America is the most annoying, irritating, infuriating, exhausting person I have ever had the misfortune to meet. I should have given him to France- I would have never had to deal with him again. But, no, France gets the cute, quiet, shy one, and I have to take care of the loud, obnoxious annoying one who starts a war with me.
Just my luck.
"Russia?" I asked, as America repeated his query.
"Da?" Although his voice was calm, I could tell by his whitened knuckles clenching the steering wheel that Russia was on his last nerve.
"Might you have some duct tape?" I asked, and Russia instantly perked up, handing me a roll from one of his pockets.
"Go to town!" He cheerfully instructed, and America and France moved as far away from me as they could.
Not far enough.
If duct tape, band-aids, and Tylenol can't solve it, then you have a problem.
Luckily, our minivan was problem-free.
However, it was occupied by two very annoyed men tied with silver tape.

I love torturing people :) And next time you'll actually get to see them ski! Can you believe it? I'm nine chapters into a ski trip and no one's done any skiing yet, lol.

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