Before we get started today, it is time~ You, my lovely viewers, have cast your votes. And as the authoress, it is my duty to deliver to you your number one choice for Alfred's first sexual experience. *insert obnoxious drum roll* And the number one choice is… LATE NIGHT COUCH LOVIN'! Aww yiss~ Coming in second, we have… SPONTANEOUS MAULING IN A RANDOM LOCATION (GOOD)! And finally, third place is tied between Romantic Bedroom Time and Joining the Mile High Club. Everyone, give yourselves a round of applause! *insert insane clapping here*
So, the next two chapters, named "Late Night Couch Lovin A and B'" (XD), will feature our favorite uke-to-be getting some limey action in after dark. NO, limey means it will be a lime, and not him and Iggy butt action. You want that, go read "Butt Piratin'" -_- The reason for two chapters? Well, they were all supposed to be one, but after getting to fifteen pages in MS Word, I thought I might need to split it up so there wasn't so much in one installment.
I'm tired of Berlin, so we're going to get to Miami this chapter, okay?
Thank you for voting, and enjoy this installment of the story!
DISCLAIMER…I'ma makes a sign for this and give the link in future works/chapters.
Warnings: guy x guy limey goodness, spazzing Italians, and a Canadian on the edge XD
"Attention all passengers. We will be arriving in MiamiFlorida in the next hour. Please remember to secure all personal belongings in the over head storage departments. We hope you have enjoyed your flight. Thank you for choosing America Airlines, have a wonderful afternoon."
Out of nowhere, an empty cup flew up and hit the speaker in the ceiling of the airplane.
"Oi! Shut the fuck up! The awesome me is trying to nap here!"
There was a muffled thump, like someone kicking a cushioned chair.
"If YOU don't shut the fuck up, you'll be napping your ass all the way back to Germany!" A muttered 'hoser' was heard after the declaration was made.
"Aww guys, can't we all get along? I don't want us to be arguing for the whole week. It might put Amerique off his game."
There was another muffled thump, this time like someone punching a Frenchman in the back of the head. "You clam it up too, frog!"
Francis glared at Arthur, who was giving him the evil eye. "Why don't you make me, Angleterre? Or are you not… hon hon… man enough?"
Suddenly the aisle was occupied by a tangle of kicking feet and swinging fists. The others just watched, not really caring if the two killed each other at this point. They were tired, hungry, and just fed up in general.
They had boarded the plane in Berlin at five thirty that morning, and had been flying nearly 8 hours. All that time had been spent with the nations arguing, fighting, complaining, or making passes at each other. Needless to say, the flight had been quite theatrical. Lucky for them they were the only passengers in first class, or else they might have had a problem with the stewardess who had the unfortunate privilege of serving them.
So here they all were, on their way to Miami. The mission was now officially underway. And even with tensions running high, everyone was looking forward to an exciting week of fun in the sun, late night parties, and the possibility of romance, the main goal being Alfred.
Mentioning Alfred, he was the only one who wasn't joining in on the banter. Instead, he sat at the very front of their cabin in a corner seat, hugged up to a pillow and staring blankly out the window. Even the constant offers of sweets and alcohol hadn't perked him up. His emotions were a jumble of anxiety, aggravation, worry, and curiosity, all leading to a very cranky superpower. And nobody was willing to try and approach him at the moment.
Except his brother, of course.
Matthew, after making sure that Gilbert understood the severity of an ass kicking he would receive if he threw anything else, hopped over his guardians who were currently trying to strangle each other, and made his way to where Alfred sat, taking the seat next to him. He waited patiently for him to notice that he was there, which didn't take that long at all.
"Mattie… why? Just, why?" Blue eyes cut to the side under blonde bangs to meet violet.
Sighing, the other rubbed his forehead. "I promise you, I wasn't planning on things getting so… out of control, you know? And I definitely didn't plan on so many of the others coming with us."
Alfred nodded, and then shifted to lay his head on his brother's shoulder. "Are they all here because they are interested in me? Or is it the prospect of being my first time that caught their attention?"
Matthew thought about that for a moment. He knew that it was foremost the latter reason. But he also knew that although Alfred had driven them all half crazy at some point in time, he had a special place in everyone's heart that was present. You couldn't help but love Alfred, with his crazy ideas and rants about being the world's hero. Add in his boyish looks and innocent charms, and it made him irresistible. Even Romano had a hard time being his usual pissy self around him.
Nodding to himself, he laid his head against Alfred's, and smiled into his hair. "I think it's safe to say that it's a bit of both. You're not exactly easy to overlook."
Smiling himself for the first time that day, he snuggled closer to Matthew, enjoying the warmth and comfort offered to him. "I guess you're right." He sighed, and resumed gazing out the window, trusting that the other would keep everyone away from him for the time being. "But sometimes, I wish I was. I really wish I was…"
Their flight arrived at MiamiInternationalAirport right before three pm. Having already arranged for their transportation to their resort, they spent a minimal amount of time in the airport checking in through customs and collecting their baggage. Arthur had arranged for them a shuttle bus since there were so many of them in one group, saving them the trouble of renting a fleet of cars and figuring out who could drive in America.
The group at that moment consisted of Alfred, Matthew, Arthur, Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert.
As Arthur walked out the front, a wave of hot, humid air hit him. He tsked in annoyance as he watched the crowds of tourists and businessmen making their way around the drop off/pick up zone.
He turned around to make sure the other five were behind him. This was his idea after all, and he was going to take charge of this operation, by God! He had a responsibility to see that his former colony had a memorable time, and he wouldn't have these stupid wankers messing up his plans. "Listen up!"
Five heads turned their attention entirely on him.
"Now, the shuttle should be down that way." He pointed to his right, down a sheltered walkway. "I want to make it clear, before we proceed, that we are ALL going to stay TOGETHER." He eyed Francis and Gilbert warily. "There will be no more fussing, and no cheeky back talk. Keep in mind why we are here."
He paused to give Alfred a warm smile, who returned it weakly from behind Matthew, who looked every inch of the protective sibling he was being.
"If you have any questions, save them for after we arrive at the resort and have checked into our suites. We will be gathering in the restaurant they have on the first floor, so be sure that your arses are there by five thirty at the latest. Got it?"
Five heads nodded in unison, all of them ready to just go already. Nodding with satisfaction, Arthur began leading the way to the shuttle, the group sighing as one with relief.
As they walked, Spain frowned to himself. Looking over to France, he poked his shoulder to get his attention. "You know, I have the strangest feeling that I am forgetting something."
"No, I'm sure you have everything. We checked, remember?" Patting his friend's shoulder in return, Francis gave him a cheerful smile and nodded to the front, where Alfred still walked with his brother. "For now, just enjoy the scenery."
By scenery, he meant Alfred's ass, of course.
Chuckling, Spain did as he was bidden, the voice nagging at the back of his mind forgotten for the time being.
*earlier that day in Berlin, about 3 hours after the gang left for Miami…*
"Sir, please, you have to check your bag. It's too large to take onboard." The clerk at the service counter was doing her best to be patient, but the very irate Italian in front of her refused to be persuaded.
Romano stood his ground, crossing his arms and glaring at the blonde bitch in front of him. All these potato bastards needed a good smacking, and he was in the right mood to give it!
"Listen to me lady. The last time I got on an airplane, my bags were lost. I refuse to let that happen again!" He turned to Feliciano, who was absorbed in what appeared to be a magazine about overseas travel. "Feli!"
The other looked up. "Hmm? Something wrong?" This earned him a scathing look from Romano.
"I'm sorry sir, but we cannot bend the rules because of safety measures recently added to our airline's policy." The woman took a step back as the dark haired man's face turned a very threatening shade of red. "Please, I'll make sure to let the loading crew know to put your luggage on first, so that nothing happens to it, but for now you have to check your bag. You're holding up the line!"
"DO YOU THINK I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THESE BASTARDS BEHIND ME?! DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE DEALING WITH, PLANE BITCH?!"
Feliciano gasped; shocked his brother would speak to a woman in such a manner. Grabbing the bag in question out of his grip, he put it up on the counter, and nodded to the lady. "Here, would you be so kind as to take care of it for us? Thank you~"
He then grabbed his brother by the arm and led him away from the counter, Romano fighting him the whole way. People watched them pass by, either laughing or giving them weird looks.
"LET ME GO FELI! I'MA SHOW ALL THESE POTATO BASTARDS WHO THE BOSS IS!"
"Romano, please! You must calm down…"
"NO! NOT UNTIL I GIVE THEM A PIECE OF MY MIND AND MY FOOT UP THEIR ASSES!"
"Stop! Fratellooo! That is my hair!"
"FUCK ALL OF YOU! YOUR FOOD SUCKS! YOUR CLOTHES SUCK TOO! Fucking ass eating-"
"FRATELLO! SHUT UP AND WALK, PLEASE!"
They finally made it to the waiting room, where Feliciano forced him to sit. He sat next to him, and patted his shoulder, which Romano jerked out of his grasp. He really needed to speak with Spain about ditching them like this!
And that is what had happened.
You see, after Romano set out on his quest to hunt Antonio down, with Feliciano tagging along, Spain had returned to their room long enough to grab his things, then left to go spend his time waiting with Francis and Gilbert at the other hotel. And being Spain, he forgot to leave a note telling where he was.
Coming back from their walk, the Italian brothers discovered his now-empty side of the room. In a panic thinking something bad might have happened to him, Romano called Antonio's boss. He informed the fretting Italian that he had called in his vacation time, and was to be on a plane to America early the next morning.
Both Lovino and Feliciano should have been on the plane with the others… but they overslept. So here they were, taking the later flight out. It was safe to say that Lovino was pissed off to the max. And poor Feli had to put up with his older twin's antics, all while wishing he was staying there in Berlin so he could visit his Doitsu.
"Flight 37 from Berlin to Miami, Florida, now boarding…."
They stood as one, and made their way to the gate, one plotting his revenge on poor Antonio, the other regretting ever coming to Berlin in the first place.
*back to Miami XD*
Supper had been a disaster. Somehow, they had all ended up in a food fight, leaving a huge mess for the servers to clean and a very irate manager fussing them out thoroughly. Later on, Matthew would note how his brother had been grinning and laughing the whole time, even as a whole piece of chocolate cake somehow ended up stuck to the side of his head, and would tell everyone that they had done something good, despite the problems they caused.
They had finally managed to get Alfred to relax. This was a good thing. For some reason no one really knew, they all ended up in Francis' suite with the radio playing. It had to be rescued from the American when the song that started it all began playing. To help get him back into a positive mood, they all took their turn talking shit about "the scandalous Mr. Presley".
AN: YOU ARE NOT DONE YET BABUS! PROCEED TO CHAPTER NINE FOR YOUR LIMEY GOODNESS!