Chapter 9: Sorry, he's American.

"I can't believe you dragged me all the way here…" England complained as America checked their bags at the airport. "Literally dragged me… You could of ripped my arm off for Pete's sake."

"I keep hearing about this 'Pete' guy! Who is he? !" America said. England rubbed his temples.

"Your elevator does not go to the top floor…."

"Ha! That's where you're wrong! Me and Italy bought an elevator that goes alllll the way up! So ha!" America laughed. England slapped his palm to his forehead and sighed.

"Just…Shut up…." He said.

"You got your passport right Iggy?"

"Yes I do. And you have to stop calling me Iggy in public."

"Why? I like that nickname for you."

"I don't like the name, America."

"Fine…" America pouted and then smirked. "Iggers."

England glared at him. "Just get the tickets…" America laughed and went away to get the tickets. England stood against the wall and waited for him to return. I can't believe this, he thought. Going to America's house, it's such a stupid, no, crazy idea. It was sad though, he didn't remember the last time he went to America's house, truly for an actual visit, not just a five minute meeting. He got a depressing look, he could only hope that this would turn out okay, hope that he wouldn't screw it up. Their relationship had gotten pretty good lately. Usually after some time passes, they would begin fighting again.

America returned with the plane tickets and handed one to England. "I totally call the window seat."

"Fine by me." England said. "When do we leave?"

"About an hour. So we plenty of time, and I know how antsy you are about time so ta da."

"I'm not antsy." England mumbled and pouted a bit, America couldn't help but laugh. England glared at him; he coughed off the rest of his laugh off before starting for the flight entrance, England followed.

"If you want, we can get lunch when we get through." America said.

"That would be a good idea." England agreed with him, for once. They walked down the terminal and passed through security, America forgetting to take his belt off made them stop and wait for him to be patted down and searched him; England stood there watching in annoyance, and partly hoped they would arrest him for some reason. America got through though and they went toward their exit. America noted the cafeteria though and they stopped to get lunch. Nothing special, just two sandwiches and some drinks, England got lemonade while America got Pepsi, so much of a difference.

"So," America mumbled through sipping his soda, "How's life?" England glared at him. "….So I'm gonna take that as a 'good'?"

"Peachy…" England glared. "My arm hurts like hell."

"Well if you had worked with me and just got in the van…"

"Oh shut it." England took another sip. "So anyway… Just so you know, I don't plan to be playing any video games with you."

"I know that!" America laughed a bit. "You suck at them anyway!" England was insulted. "Besides, I got Mattie to play with me~"

"Who?…"

"Mattie! Canada!" America glared, England still didn't get it. "You know… My brother… My little brother… looks like me, longer hair, purple eyes, goes around saying 'maple' and 'hockey'?" England sat there with a stupid look on his face, who on earth was he talking about? America sighed. "Okay so like you know where we had the last Olympics? In Vancouver?"

"Yes I remember that."

"Okay…Vancouver… Is in Canada… Aka, my little bro's country! Canada!" America's voice was high pitched now. "He drove you home a few days ago!" England still sat there confused, then it hit him. The young nation who drove England home when he was sick, bloody hell, how did he forget that! ?

"O-Oh! Matthew!" England realized. "D-damn it… How the hell did I forget Matthew?"

America sat back in his chair a little more calm now. "You always do, it's no surprise." He took another bite of his sandwich. "I mean, it's mean that you do, but then again I forget him too so-"

"So don't judge me when you do the same thing!" England yelled.

"Well there's a huge difference, Canada is my lil bro, he was your damn colony."

"Yeah well also you should know him cause Canada borders your bloody country!"

America froze. "Oh my god! You're right! Gasp bro!"

"Y-You're kidding right?" England sunk in his chair. "Please tell me you're not as dumb as I think you are… please tell me you knew that already…"

"…Of course I knew that…" America laughed nervously, meaning he lied. England slapped his palm to his forehead.

"Bloody hell, it's starting to bruise…" England said. "You twit…"

"Then stop smacking your forehead! That ain't my fault!"

"Stop saying 'ain't', it's not a word." England. " 'isn't' is the right way to say it."

"Don't correct my speech!" America whined. "I can say 'ain't' all I want! And you wanna know why?"

"I dare to ask why…"

"Cause you ain't the boss of me!" America smirked a bit, England wasn't so amused.

"Shut up you asshat."

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The plane ride wasn't so great either, America started getting nervous about a few people on the plane; he thought someone was going to take it down or kill everyone. England had to remind him that nothing would happen, he tried calming him until America had enough and went to hide in the bathroom. England ignored it and simply sunk down in his seat, hoping to take a nap throughout the whole ride instead of dealing with the United moron. Sadly, that didn't work as people lined up to get into the bathroom and America wouldn't come out. England, very annoyed, unlocked the bathroom and dragged the American out by his hair, apologizing to those who were waiting with the comment of "Sorry, he's American."

England sat America back in his seat and kept him there. America pouted a bit at the Brit, who wasn't amused at all and glared back at him, causing America to shut his mouth. Imagine that for almost eight hours…. The only good part of their flight was that they were able to make it off without security going after them, like England thought would happen. America found a taxi quickly once they got there, seeing how annoyed England was he figured it would be the best idea to get him home now. Lucky for him, he only lived twenty minutes away from the airport.

England was the first to get out, he took America's bags with him as well so he didn't have to worry about it as he paid the driver. America jumped out after paying and almost tackled England as he walked to the door, someone needed to calm down on the sugar. America went ahead a bit and unlocked the door as England carried their bags over. "Welcome to my place~" America said and opened up the front door, he was at least nice enough to hold the door open for England as he struggled to carry the bags anymore. America then helped him and plopped the bags on the kitchen table. "So, make yourself at home, and yes I have tea."

"You have tea bags." England said. "Not the same." America sighed a bit.

"Okay so you can head up to the guest room and get comfortable, I'm gonna check around the kitchen to see if Tonny found my hidden stashes." America said and started going through the draws and cabinets. England got a confused look, stupid alien, and started up the stairs with his bags. "He found my yodels! That little!-" England could hear him yelling even up stairs, he rolled his eyes, ignored it, and tried to find the guest room; he had forgotten since the last time he was here was years ago. He went for one door and he was pretty sure it was the guest room, until he saw Tonny sitting there playing video games. The alien turned around and looked at England at the door, a brutal staring contest began.

"Fucking limey." Tonny said.

"Oh shut it!" England slammed the door. "Bloody alien!" He walked down the hall a bit more and found the real guest room; he was surprised. It was actually… Nice. The bed was made neatly, the carpet was cleaned, the walls looked like they were repainted, the room was surprisingly clean considering it was America's house. He put his stuff on the end of the bed and then sat down, relaxing in calm for a moment.

"You good in here?" America peeked in. England looked toward him.

"Yes, it's fine."

"Oh good~" America smiled. "So I'll be making dinner in a little bit, you can just get some rest; you look pretty exhausted."

"Well you would be exhausted too if you had to deal with someone like yourself on a plane too."

"Oh come on, I wasn't that bad."

"Yes you were!" England yelled. "You really were!"

"Okay, okay I'm sorry!" America put his hands up in a "don't shoot me" way. "I'm gonna go make dinner, I'm making fat bitches."

"A-a what! ?"

"Bro, it's the name of a sandwich… Calm your panties."

"That's a horrible name for a sandwich…"

"Well, I mean, they changed it now… cause people don't like to say bitch." America said. "But it's still really good." He gave a little wink and started to leave. "You need to rest up, I have a surprise for you tomorrow."

"H-Huh?"

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Thank you~

WHEW when was the last time I updated this thing! ? I'm sorry DX I had a really bad block with this story. I had ideas, and I lost them quickly, but I have an idea for the next one! :D (Tehe~ a little date~) I'm sorry this is pretty much a crap chapter -.-' but at least they got to America's house now! So stuff can began!