I'm finally out of the hospital to find Germany and Italy there to meet me. "Ve~ I've come here to make sure you didn't forget about the opening ceremony today!" the little Italian jumps up and down in excitement. "I can't wait to see what England came up with!" The Olympics opening ceremony is in an hour, and as a nation I'm required to attend it
"I see your hair is very light now, much like your father's." the German says as Italy uses his white flag to catch the attention of a taxi. "It suits you."
Germany and I have not had the best relationship since WWII, so this comment caught me a little off guard. "Thanks, West! Even though I want to say it's my pure awesomeness that is changing my hair, I think it's from you other nations stressing me out!" I do my best Prussia impression as we enter the taxi.
Once we're in, I notice the absence of Romano. He usually comes with Italy, even though only one of them has to go. "Italy, where's Lovino? Doesn't he enjoy the opening ceremonies?"
"Yes, of course! He enjoys his new girlfriend even more though! Mackenzie and my brother are such an adorable couple!" Italy starts to sing a random Italian love song.
"My opinion is that they're both loud and obnoxious, which means their perfect for each other." The German grumbles.
"So that means since you and Austria are both stick-in-the-muds, so you would be perfect together! Then when you least expect it, I WILL INVADE YOUR VITAL REGIONS!" I laugh as Germany facepalms.
Once we arrive at the nations' designated area, I notice that Abby's there with her Starkid™ suitcase. "What's the suitcase for? Are you going on another trip with Alex?"
"Unfortunately not. I'm stuck going on a road trip with you after the ceremony."
"Who said we were going on a road trip together?"
"Well, since a certain someone decided to soil the Dawn Treader (authors note: I forgot to mention that last chapter took place on Abby's brand spanking new ship. England got it imported all the way from Narnia), I locked him in a closet with France to punish him. Then he got the bright idea to punish me and make it up to you at the same time- a road trip in America!"
"Isn't this punishing me t-" I'm cut off by the start of the opening ceremony. My eyes turn to the queen (and James Bond?) who are about to announce that the gates to London will be opened or something along that line. One of the downsides to being a nation is that you have to sit through this every four years and watch America brag about Phelps- again.
After the ceremony...
Oh. My. Gosh. I think England just exploded into dancing nurses and a giant Voldemort. My head is still trying to comprehend what just happened. Abby is glowing, because she had a say in it too. Most of the other nations (especially China) are annoyed to the point of unintentionally beating up Canada. England walks up to Abby and me. "So what did you think?" He's back to his normal British self, even though he has Slovakia right now (I'm already starting to feel random British urges, like a craving for scones).
"It was perfect! You know what else would be perfect? If I went back to Hawaii with Alex instead of going on your crummy road trip." She says it with a sweetness that she uses rarely to get what she wants, but only because her knives aren't in reach at the moment.
"Um, let me think about it- no. You didn't think you'd get out of this, did you Abigail? Now can you please go back to the house with Czech and help her pack?" He says it kindly, as if he wanted her to go on this trip not to punish her, but to spend some much needed father-daughter time together.
"Sure..." Abby drags me away, grumbling as she goes.
We finally land in America, only to realize that we are in Austin, Texas, hence the large "Welcome to Austin" sign in front of us. Speaking of which, none other than Austin is sitting on top of the sign. "You've guessed it. This is my city. Austin is named after me." he says, slightly smiling.
"Wasn't this place named after Steven Austin?" I ask.
"Don't be an idiot. This town isn't named Steve. If you're looking for Steve, your best bet is to go to Hawaii."
"YESSS! DID YOU HEAR THAT?! WE SHOULD GO TO HAWAII!" Abby whines loudly, already grumpy from the Texas weather.
"Nope."
"Wazzock."
"You get the privilege to sit next to France now!"
That's how I got stuck riding shotgun in an Aston Martin in America. I tune out the fighting in the backseat to talk to the Brit at the wheel. "So where are we going exactly?"
"I decided to stop in New Orleans, and then Epcot, America's sad replica of Hogwarts (we all know the real deal is in the UK), Busch Gardens, colonial Williamsburg, Ocean City Maryland, and the Jersey Shore." All the places sound nice, minus the Jersey shore. I'm actually kind of exited.
"Y'ALL SHALL NOT PASS!" a western accent rings through our ears. We are being held up by Texas, Abby's alter ego and twin sister. "What do we have here? The one who should be hidden in the basement like a crazy aunt, the one who is as fine as frog's hair, the bloodthirsty albino, and my galoot sister."
"I hate you Texas! Leave us alone!" Abby snaps back.
"Well, y'all in my turf aren't ya? I can make ya stay here forever if I please. I won't though, on one itty bitty condition."
"What is it?" France desperately asks. The heat is starting to get to him too (England doesn't believe in air conditioning, so we're all irritable at this point).
"I want to have a duel with ya, Ab. I want to kick yer sorry little tush in my own game."
"I WILL-" Abby starts.
"Of course she will!" England cuts the exasperated Brit off. "It would be wonderful for you sisters to bond, even if it means you're blowing each other to bits!"
"I'll get my camera!" France runs back to the car.
"I'll go be a bloodthirsty albino in that old ghost town over there, since I'd rather use this time to practice my magic." I start to make my way over to the eerie fog when France pulls me away.
"You'll practice your curses in New Orleans, if you can wait that long. I know something even better to do while this mini war breaks out."
"Fine, as long as it doesn't have to do with your gayness."
"For your information, I will love anybody that is beautiful, and the only beautiful thing in this world right now is Hailey." he drifts off into another world for only a short second before I slap him in the face.
"What about me, you arse?" I yell at the Frenchman. I don't like him at all, and he basically just called me ugly.
"You are the daughter of the two most intentionally violent and aggressive nations in the history of the world, you scare me more than Russia at times. As I was saying, Colombia called and said that he was in town, so I want to visit."
"What town exactly?" I ask, as France heads towards the ghost town. I slowly follow, not sure where he was going with this. From what I've heard, this Colombia guy was weird. That's the only word people use to describe him. Now I'm going to meet him with France, in a Texan ghost town surrounded by fog.
The Duel: a short scene of what happened when Dalibora and Francis we're chilling with Colombia
(Texas' and Abby's backs are turned away from eachother, ready to start.)
Texas: You know better than to mess with Texas, hon.
Abby: Whatever, ya git! Let's get this bloody over with!
England: now when I say 'go', you shoot one shot at each other. Got it?"
Texas: Yeah man! (Chuckles evilly)
Abby: Of course! (Chuckles evilly like Batman. Yes, I went there.)
England: Ok,-
(Abby runs at Texas and beats her to a pulp)
Abby: SPARTANS DON'T BELIEVE IN ORGANIZED FIGHTING YOU TWAT!
(England is proud but slightly annoyed with his daughter because he was the one to invent organized fighting in the first place.)
[End scene]
We're all back in the Iggy's Aston Martin, and Abby is so happy she beat up Texas. "So what were you two up to?" Arthur asks, slipping on his driving gloves (of you're driving a luxury car like this, you should have driving gloves)
"You know, typical ghost town exploration, other that the fact that Colombia was there and cursed our lives by the power of the jelly gods." I say, trying not to recapture exactly what had happened in the little town. France and Abby are already bickering about Hailey again, and I put my ipod headphones on.
This is going to be a long trip.
Oh, how I'd like to travel- A cute little poem I found on the WWW (I kinda dissagree about the croissants of France, but whatever)
I lie awake each night
Staring at the ceiling
Following each crack
Finding new routes
Oh, how I'd like to travel
Somewhere new,
Somewhere old,
Somewhere where the people;
Sing merrily
Dance happily
Oh, how I'd like to travel
On a plane,
On a boat,
On something that will get me there;
Fast, like a soaring bird
Safely, like a locked room
Oh, how I'd like to travel
To see the sunset of a new horizon
To smell the sweet smells of newness
Like the delicious croissants;
Of France
Like the finest chocolates
Of Belgium
Like the mouth watering tomatoes
Of Spain
To taste each one would full
A delicacy unknown to my taste buds...
Ok! That was the kinda crappy introduction to the road trip! The next chapter is probably gonna come from Iggy's POV, because Dalibora is up to something right now and I'd rather not spoil it. Next Stop- New Orleans!