Writer: The Prologue and this chapter is already finish on 3/10/15.

Disclaimer: See in previous chapter.

Chapter 1: Journey

America continued to drive until his car's engine stopped working. Sky-blue eyes frowned in confusion and turned his key to start the engine. When it wasn't working, he decided to check it out. He opened the door and shut it, and then he went to the front of his car and opened it. Streamed came out while the blonde coughed until the smoke dissipated. He decided to check out what's wrong with his car.

"Oi, America. What's wrong?" Called England outside the window. America stopped working and peeked at England. England saw America's face had an oil adored on his cheek.

"Oh, Iggy, you're awake!" said America cheerfully. England tsked, opened the door and closed it, and then he walked towards America. England saw that America was wearing his white dress shirt, top button was unbuttoned while his jacket suit was tied on his waist. He stood beside America and looked at the engine. The engine had smokes coming out.

"The engine was overheated. It has a serious damage. Technically, a severe overheated a blown head gasket, a cracked head or a cracked block. I really need to replace this stuff after we call the pickup truck. Damn, it's quite hot!" explained America while his perspiration dropped down. America wiped his forehead on his bare back hand. England immediately picked up his handkerchief in his pocket, and then thrown it on America. America caught it in instinct and looked at England curiously. England avoid his gazed with a blushed on his face.

"You can have mine. You can return it after we finished this bloody trip, and i-it's not because I gave my handkerchief to you for wiping your disgusting sweat properly." Said England, still avoiding his gaze. England can smell the prominent smell of Alpha, lingering in the hot air as America's scent grew stronger because of his sweat. Fortunately for him, his regular smell was still working. England never noticed America's soft smile until it was wiped it away in merely seconds, and then he wiped his sweat away on his face with England's handkerchief properly.

"Do you have you cell phone? Mine was left on our meeting's table." Said America, pocketing England's handkerchief. England looked at America immediately, and he looked paled. America noticed him and looked at him in concern.

"No, I didn't bring it. I left in the hotel because the bloody frog was pestering me around. Don't you bloody tell me that you left your bloody mobile phone in the meeting room, right?" asked England calmly, hoping that America brought his mobile phone. He looked a bit paled when America saw him.

"Hahahahahah!" Laughed America while his hand was scratching behind his blonde hair, and for England's translation. Yes. He indeed forget it. England's hope was really crushed just like that, and he really wished that he wasn't stuck with this idiot.

"Somebody-bloody kill me now!" cried England. Suddenly, America's sweaty arm draped over England's shoulder. England stumbled because of America's sudden weight, and he felt disgusted because of his sweat, but he fortunately balanced himself. But anyway, he didn't mind that he was sweaty because he was sweaty too. England could smell the scent of Alpha becoming stronger as he was too close for him, and he decided to ignore America's scent.

'I really need to do a bloody exercise to train my body more. I'm getting old if I don't exercise properly, and the bloody git never know what "personal space" is.' Thought England.

"Chillax, dude! At least we're stick together! But anyway, we hafta walk a few miles to reach my villa. It's gonna be 2 days to reach my villa. We don't have a choice but to left my baby up." Said America, and then he looked at his car sadly, disappointed that he will leave his one of his precious collections. England lifted America's heavy arm away from his shoulder and glared at him.

"Don't you bloody hell butchered my Queen's language, you bloody git! And did you know what personal space is? Also, It's supposed to be have to instead of hafta. Instead of gonna, it's supposed to be going to." corrected England, and then he walked away.

"Wait, Iggy!" yelled America, and then he grabbed England's collar.

"Wha-what the bloody hell?!' spluttered England.

"You're walking in a wrong way! It's this way!" said America. Once again, he dragged England away. England wisely kept quiet for not showing himself about his obvious embarrassment and save his dignity. A few walked later, America stopped walking. England stopped walking too, and he looked at America in confusion about his sudden stop.

"I'm gonna get my bomber jacket. Wait a bit, Iggy!" said America, and then he ran towards his car.

"It's "Going" instead of gonna, and it's England, you bloody git!" shouted England. America only laughed obnoxiously. A few minutes later, America was beside England while he grabbed England's wrist and dragged him away.

"Can't you stop man-handling me?! I could walk, thank you very much. And why you need that bloody jacket?" asked England. America ignored England's protest.

"Because it's a secret!" answered America. America's bomber jacket was draped over his shoulder like a towel would do. England closed his eyes, and then he sighed in exasperation.

America and England bickered away while they walked towards their destination. The deserted road turns grassy as they went deep into the forest. They walked kilometers away. When the sun almost turned orange, they decided to find a place to stay. They decided to search together for shelter so that they never split out and search each other, and it will take too much time for finding them. England gathered decent sticks on the ground for fire while America picked up fruits and berries-which wasn't poisonous- for food. They finally found a place to stay near the lake. They gathered leaves for their bed, and they started to make fire. Fortunately, England brought his lighter. His lighter was a picture of British flag, and America brought some extra food, which wasn't healthy, as he only had chocolate bars, hamburgers, and junk foods inside his clothes when he let it out. England never knew where he hid that much calories, and he decided not to ask. Night had fallen as they already lit the fire, and they eat their ration. Their beds were already made with leaves.

"Iggy, it's my turn to night watch in case some wild animals will ambush us." Said America. England stopped eating and glared at him.

"No, I should be the one who was supposed to watch. After all, I fell asleep inside your car while you drove non-stop." reasoned England. America looked at him and shook his head.

"Nah, that's okay. I'm not tired. I want to stargaze." reasoned America. England sighed and shook his head in exasperation, and then he opened his lime-green eyes.

"Fine, I know you're stubborn, and you'll never see much stars around here because of air pollution, you git." said England.

"Hahahah, the old man is tired~ And nah, it's still have stars. At least we can see it a bit around here other than the city." Said America. England bit off his last dinner, chewed, swallowed his food, and then he glared at him.

"I'm not quite old! At least the bloody frog is much older than me." Retorted England.

"While I'm still awake, why not I join you?" He quickly changed the subject while he avoid his gaze. After all, he was tired arguing with America all day. America looked at England, smiled a bit in seconds, and then he scooted near at England until they bumped their shoulder, and he decided to take the bait of changing the subject. England looked at him in curiosity, and he saw that America wasn't looking at him; instead, he looked above the dark sky. England decided to gaze upon the dark sky, and he saw the stars twinkling brightly. Even though the world had air pollution, in the country side, they were glad that the star was still prominent; even though there wasn't much. They watched the stars silently, enjoying their company.

"You know, I still remembered when you were young. We always watched the millions of stars above the darken skies. You always saying how beautiful they are, and you wished to get it." reminisced England, and then he chuckled. America looked at England, pouting. England still continued to watch the skies, though.

"Yeah, I know it's impossible. I'll be burnt to crisp because the star is 400 degrees." Reasoned America. England looked at America until their eyes were locked.

"You're a nation, America. Even though you'll get burnt, you have an abnormal healing abilities." informed England.

"Yeah, I'll get a new body and you'll be my brother again, and I don't want to be your brother ever again anyway." Retorted America. England looked at him, and America noticed that it was a bad move because he saw England's pain inside his eyes quickly until it disappeared in a matter of seconds. England avoid his gaze.

'Crap!' thought America. America looked at England, waiting for him to retort back, but he can only heard him mumbled about him being a jerk. Suddenly, England shivered in cold, and the young Nation noticed him. America sighed weakly, and then he quickly grabbed his bomber jacket on his shoulder, and then he draped it over at England. England looked at him curiously, but he only saw that America was avoiding his gaze.

"A hero should protects who needs help." Reasoned America. America scratched his cheek by his finger shyly. England smiled at him gently. Suddenly, England's shoulder pressed against on America's shoulder, and then there's an extra warmth covered them: It was America's jacket. On the left side of the jacket was America while the right one was England, covering themselves up. America was surprised by England's action while he looked at him.

"A gentleman always be courteous towards others" Reasoned England back, avoiding his gaze with a blushed on his cheeks. England's head leaned unto America's shoulder while he watched the fire danced. America smiled at him gently, and he knew his former caretaker was shy, so he didn't insult him about England's strange action towards him. England closed his eyes, feeling drowsy.

"I'm sorry, Iggy. I guess I overstep my boundaries. But anyways, I know our camp isn't totally awesome because we aren't prepared. Next time, let's go to my other villa in Florida where tourists enjoy themselves for a swim! Let's swim next ti—" stopped America, finally noticing that England fallen asleep. America sulked.

"Not fair! You fell asleep before me again!" Pouted America. America only heard England's snoring lightly, and then America chuckled and smiled tenderly, looking at England's blonde hair. America sniffed at England, smelling the beta's scent comfortably.

"Good night, England. Sweet dreams." whispered America, and then he quickly kissed England's hair tenderly. England mumbled, and then he pressed America's shoulder for warmth comfortably. America lifted England in bridal style easily, without waking him up gently as his bomber jacket dropped on the grassy ground. He went to his bed and laid England in there. America quickly ran towards where his jacket was, picked it up, and then went to his bed of leaves beside England and laid beside him. America covered their bodies with his jacket, and then he hugged England, giving extra warmth. America closed his eyes, letting him fall asleep. Of course, his senses was always on alert to let him know if there's a wild animals will approach them. With that, he fell asleep.

TBC~

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